My Own Happy Ending

Chapter 8

I walk calmly to the car, making sure I don't run out the house because Milton or one of his family members could be out walking around the house. Does he even have family members?

Once I make it outside I run to my car and put my head down on the steering wheel.

I try to catch my breath. I just almost made out with Samuel. Or would that be sex? I don't know what that was.

He probably thinks I'm just another whore. I wouldn't be that. I couldn't be that. To anyone.

----flashback-----

He pushes me on my back and gets in between my legs. My heart pounding against my chest I'm not sure how it didn't pop out of my chest. I really hope he can't hear it. He presses against me and all smart thinking goes out the door. He starts kissing my neck and trails down to my collar bone to my chest. He looks at me and has a weird look on his face that I've never seen from anybody. His gaze making me want to cover my face.

I raise my hands to his stomach and trace the lines of abs. I feel him shudder and press against my lower regions. Feeling how much he wanted this. Thats what snaps me back to reality.

He is not going to do this with me. I'm not another whore he can just throw away when he's done. Despite my need to run out the room. I press my hands against his chest. "What are we doing."

He looks at me. "I don't know." He climbs off of me taking his warmth with him leaving me cold. I sit up as well and fix my shirt and hair. It's time for me to go. "I should uh go." I get up and walk to the door, making excuses for what had happened. He's drunk, he's only turned on, he doesn't know what he's doing.

I stop at the door and turn around. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do that to me?"

He shrugs. "I don't know."

I look at him for another while. Confirming what I thought he doesn't care about me. I'm just another girl he fucks then throws away.

I walk away without another word.

-----back to present time------

I turn on the car and make a u-turn and drive away as quickly as I can. Well over the speed limit. Luckily a car is leaving at the same time and I can continue driving.

I glance at the dash board and it's 7:45 pm. It's okay to go home without raising suspicions, but instead I go to my favorite place in the world. The park.

I usually go and read. Reading has been my favorite hobby since I was in 7th grade. Reading lets me take a trip where reality wouldn't let me go.

Another thing I would do is just sit on the swing and think. I never bring anyone out here not even Ashley or Miracle.

I arrive and park. This park is abandoned so I'm the only one here. The park is surrounded my trees and bushes. The swing set and slide is rusted and the small thing that goes up and down with two people on it I forgot what it was called. It also has a bench on three sides of the park.

I go and sit on the swing and kick the mulch. I'm too confused to actually swing.

Why didn't I stop him? He was drunk I can explain away the reasons why he did it, but I can't do that for me?

I had wanted to do that. I hadn't stopped him. What happens at school now? Do I act like it never happened or do we talk about it? I don't know. Too many question too little answers.