Samantha's POV
I've officially gone crazy. Completely insane. Bonkers. Loony. Good Lord.
Dylan still had her hand rested on my thigh. Squeezing lightly every bow and then. Making sure I was alright I guess.
"We still need to talk," I said, breaking the comfortable silence we had fallen into. Me watching the movie, and her writing in her journal. Something like this felt so normal. Like we've been doing this our whole lives.
"We will," she said, squeezing my thigh again.
"Will you swing by after school?" I asked hopefully.
Sensing my tone, she looked over at me and gave me a small smile. "Of course. I don't dine and dash." She winked at me and looked back to her notebook.
Feeling victorious, I reached down and intertwined our fingers. I shivered at the intensity the feeling of her hand in mine gave me.
**After School**
I inwardly jumped with joy, as sixth period came to an end. To say that I was excited to see Dylan again was an understatement. I was beyond ecstatic. Smoothing out the non existent wrinkles on my dress, I went to the door. Looking down the hall. There were a few students there, but Dylan wasn't one of them.
Finally I saw Dylan walking towards me. She had her head hung low and her headphones in.
"Hey there," I said as she took her headphones out and walked into my classroom.
"Hey," she said, taking a seat on my desk, and me on the desk in the front row. It was kind of like the roles were reversed now. "Sooooooo....." I said. This was a lot more awkward than I thought it was going to be.
"Look before you say anything, I'm sorry. I know these past couple weeks I've been kinda ignoring you or avoiding you or whatever. I just....." Dylan trailed off, looking down at the floor. She has a habit of doing this. She never thinks what she's saying will be heard, but for me, her voice was so angelic I could listen to her talk all day. "I just didn't want to get you in trouble or anything."
"I don't care about getting in trouble, all I want is to be there for you." She looked up at me, it was obvious she was struggling with something. "But if you're not ready to talk, I won't force you."
"Its not that I'm not ready to talk.......its just that I don't know if you're ready to listen....."
"Well I guess we won't know until you tell me......"
She stood and walked over to the seat next to me. Pulling it closer, she took my hand in hers and squeezed.
"When I was younger, i lived with both my parents. My mom worked as a bankteller and my dad was a construction worker. They were happy for the most part. It was only when my father would get drunk we would have any problems. He was a mean drunk. But, a few years ago, my mother passed away. That's when he got worse. He quit his job, and would spend all day at the bar getting drunk, then come home and continue drinking. He didn't hit me.......at first. The first time he ever actually did beat me, was when I told him I was gay. I spent three weeks just laying there on my bed. I was scared."
She stopped talking squeezing my hand. I could tell this was hard for her. It made my blood boil knowing her father beat her for just being gay.
"Then, the beatings got worse and worse. And everyday I showed up with new bruises, my friends would ask all these questions. I got tired of lying to them, so I just stopped. Stopped talking to them, answering their calls and texts. Stopped being their friend basically. It was lonely at first but I got over it. I started writing to ease my mind. But that doesn't always help.....not after what he did." Pausing, she looked up at me. Tears forming in her eyes.
"Its okay," I soothed, kissing her lips softly.
"He.....he raped me....." She said quietly.
"He what?" I asked furiously. What kind of man does that? What kind of monster does that to his own daughter?? "Have you told anyone? Have you been checked?"
"No......" She said.
Looking down at her, she was so fragile. Vulnerable even. I had finally done it. I got her to open up.
"Ok, well are you still living with him?"
Laughing dryly she shook her head. "I've been living in the woods actually. I have a tent and everything."
"You're living in the woods? You're kidding right?"
"Nope." She said simply.
"Ok, well that's going to change. Come on." Grabbing her hand I led her out to my car and off to the highway.
"What about my stuff?"
"We'll get it, and you can move into the guest room. Now tell me where you are living like a cave man." I said.
"Its the woods behind that store up there." She said pointing. Parking I got out of the car, and followed behind her. She led me up this path to the top of a hill. Man, she wasn't kidding, she actually had a tent.
Trying my best to suppress a laugh, we began gathering up her things. Once my car was all loaded up, we headed back to my place.
Glancing over at Dylan as I parked my car, I saw she was staring at her hands, smiling like a mad woman. "Didn't your mother teach you that its not polite to stare?" She asked playfully.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to mesmerize people with your looks?"
Scoffing she looked over at me. "Coming from a goddess like you? Girl please." She flipped her short hair, and waved her hand like a preppy school girl.
"Oh shush," I said, grabbing her face kissing her softly on the lips. "Come on, let's get you inside."
Bringing her bags to the guest room, she flopped down on the bed. "Your place is bigger than I remember."
"Yeah, its pretty cozy though. Anyways, I'll be right back, I'm going to go shower real quick. If you're hungry or anything, help yourself."
Walking out of the room, I grab a towel and some pj's and head to the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes, I hop into the hot water. Not noticing the door open until I feel a pair of arms wrap around my body.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked as she began trailing kisses down my shoulder.
"I missed you, plus I need a shower as well and I figured we should conserve water."
