Stolen Innocence

Revenge

I lay there for hours. Letting the pain slowly fade away. My body quickly becoming numb. As I lift myself off the ground I gather my heels, and my torn dress. I walk for hours until I finally hear the sound of cars. Bruises covered almost every visable inch of my body. I realized I was completley naked, who would want to help an injured naked teen? I fall down next to the edge staring through a bush at the cars passing by. It must be early morning, my parents are probably going out of there minds. They expected me home at eleven last night. How could I face them after this? How could I face anyone?

I make my way back into the tree's and gather up my torn dress, I try my best to hide myself inside it. As I reach the tree line, I see cars driving past. The sun is out, it's a beautiful day. Birds are chirping, people talking on cell phones. Everyone looks so happy, besides me. I slowly stick out my thumb. I always hated hitch hikers but I had no idea where I had run off to and had no clue on how to get home.

After ten or so minutes a boy pulls up beside me.

"You need a lift?" He asks nicely. I nod an jump in. Taking in his features I see that he's a blonde, with dark green eyes and nicely built. "Where you going?"

I look up at him and as I try to speak nothing comes out. I keep trying and I know I must look like a fool. Soon tears start rolling down my face. He stops the car on the side of the road. I inch into my seat, shrinking away when he tries to rest his hand on my shoulder. He pulls back quickly. Im scared. My body slowly begins to shake, flashbacks come back quickly and I try to shake them away.

"You look like hell." He states, staring at me.

I choke a few times, feeling incredibly stupid. I position myself as close to the door as possible. I look at him, he looks kind, I take a few deep breaths. Once I finally feel like I have my voice back I look up at his dark green eyes. "Angelfalls." I manage to mumble out.

"Where?" He asks clearly trying to make me speak louder.

"Anglefalls. Please." I say a little louder this time.

He smiles and pulls the car back onto the road. He turns on the radio and starts humming along. "So, how'd you get all the way out here?" He asked seeming actually interested.

"I ran." I choked out. I could feel the sobs coming back up my throat. I felt so pathetic crying in front of a total stranger. But I hurt. I was scared. One thing kept replaying through my mind, he had taken everything from me. My pride, my happiness, my innocence.

"You ran?" He questioned raising an eye brow. "Thats like twenty miles from here." I nodded fully knowing how much I had run. And how tired my body was. How I just wished this all was a dream.

"I had to." I stated. Looking up at him through my eye lashes.

"What happened to you?" He questioned quickly looking at all my gashes and bruises.

"I tripped a few times." I tried sounding convincing but even to myself that was a lame excuse. He gave me a knowing glance, like he knew I was lieing, but dropped the subject.

"Ok, may I ask your name?" He smiled at me.

"Chloe... Daniels. You?" I dont know why but the entire time I kept feeling like I wanted to break down and cry. Like my life was now over. I was no longer that happy go lucky Chloe Daniels that everyone knew.

"Cole Williams. I'm actually new here. I'm nineteen and am a senior in high school this year. I know, I know nineteen and still in high school. I had dropped out for two years a while ago. I wasn't a good kid, lets just say. Do you still go to school?" He glanced over at me and smirked.

"Yea i'm only sixteen though. I'm a junior." He didnt seem to care that I was three years younger then him. Why would he? All he was, was being nice and giving me a ride home.

"So what do you do for fun?"

"I work. It's not what I would call fun but thats what I do on my spare time since my mother is never home and my dad left years ago. I have to help support my little brother. Who is home alone." I started crying. How could I have forgotten about Noah. How could I have forgotten that my parents actually wouldn't care when I got home, I guess a part of me just wished they would have.

"Im sure he's fine how old is he?"

"Five. He is only five." I sobbed. We stayed quiet for a little while until he broke the silence, asking me where I lived. I gave him my neighbors adress a few doors down like my mom always taught me to do.

"Are you gonna tell me the truth as to why your so brusied and beaten?"

"I, I can't i'm sorry." I sobbed. I couldn't re-live what happened. Not yet.

"Did some one hurt you?" I nodded. I stopped the tears as I thought of him. As I thought of everything he had done to me. Everything he had forced me to do. I started to feel angry. At myself but mostly at him. How dare he do this to me. Make me feel like im nothing. Have the guts to tell me hes sorry.

How pathetic.