The New Boy

After School

It was after 7th Period. I had spent it with Lydia in band (So what I play an instrument? Saxophones are the best.) She played trumpet. I sat in between the trumpets, next to Lydia, and the baritones which, coincidently, sat me next to that probably a whore, total bitch, Aislynn. She mocked me all the time, and it's not even the second day yet. Sheesh.

I kind of feel bad for people like her. They need to find a life.

Anyway so I had signed up for the track team and the debate team at school, and the first debate team meeting was after school. I made my way to the library and marvelled at how tight this school was. Everyone knew everyone else and they DID NOT take kindly to strangers. We did tryouts, and I really thought I had a solid chance. As I was making my way home, I saw curly blonde hair flying around outside of a black hoodie ahead of me. I had my headphones in, but whoever it was, was obviously cold. Their shoulders were shaking, but from laughter, tears or cold i couldnt tell. I walked up next to her, took my headphone closest to her out, and asked her if she was ok. She looked up at me and stopped. Her blue eyes still wet with tears, as well as her cheeks, and said in a broken voice, "No. No I'm not really ok at all." It was Aislynn. It appears that popularity isnt everything, as Professor Snape would say (yes I'm a nerd. And I'm proud.)

I didn't really know what to do. She searched my eyes for a few seconds, and then turned and broke into a run towards where she was going. Like I said, I'm signed up for track, and i don't mean to brag, but I can run. I hit the asphalt and started running to catch up to her. When I finally caught her, I raced in front of her, slightly winded, and she came to a stop. "Look," I started in between ragged breaths "I know you don't really know me, and I don't really know why you're upset, but let me have a good guy moment and try to help out a semi-stranger. Do you want me to try and help you through whatever this is? Because if so, we can sit on that bench up ahead," I pointed to a bench a little ways down the path, "And I can help you. Or try anyway." Aislynn nodded and we walked to the bench up ahead. "So what's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound sympathetic. I really was a little concerned for her. I couldn't help it. "Well, I guess I should start from the begining." She started. I could tell this was going to take a while. "Wait, can i trust you not to tell anyone about this? Especially not that girl Lydia you hang out with?" I wasn't really planning on telling anyone, but I responded any way. "I wont tell people. Anyone. I promise." I hoped I could keep this promise. "Ok, like I said I'll start from the begining," she began, sniffling and wiping a few years from her face, " it all started when I was in 8th grade. I had a crush on Jared, Lydia's older brother. That's why you can't tell her this. One day, Jared asked me out. Naturally, I was excited and said yes. We were only in 8th fucking grade when he started asking for nudes. I obliged thinking 'what's the worst that could happen' but Jared got increasingly.... lustful. Then one time in 9th grade, he asked to have sex. I was 14 at the time, and I didnt want to. He kept persisting. He threatened to dump me, and without him, I was nothing. So a little while later, maybe two months later, I said my final answer. It wasn't rape, because I said ok, but it wasn't far off. After that, all he wanted was sex. I didn't say yea a lot of the time, and that was when the worst of it started. He started getting abusive. He would hit me when he had a bad day and then apologize, and we would have make up sex. I threatened to leave him when I found out he was on meth, and I threatened to kill me if I ever left him. Today I finally left him, and as I was leaving," she started to get choked up, "he told me the next time he saw me with another guy, he'd kill me. He swore up and down he would." She burst into sobbing. I hugged her and she hugged me back. Then all of this information came back and I pushed away quickly. "Its not safe for you here, especially if you hug me back. We need to get you somewhere safe." She looked up at me hopefully, and the tears stopped. She was still shaking. "Come to the police station with me. Please." I pleaded. She was in real actual danger. "No. I cant. He'll find me before they find him. Please, don't tell anyone. Please." She gave me a look of serious fear. "Fine ok? I won't tell anybody." I said, lying. She sighed in relief . "Thank you so much. I needs to tell some one. I'll walk home now, alone. If he drove by, he'd get me. Bye Jeremy."

She knew my name. She trusted me. I felt a little bad about it, but I knew what I had to do and I only had two options. I knew I could do either of them, but I didn't know which to do.

I could tell the police, or I could kill Jared myself.

Hello readers,
Comment what you think he should do, or what you think he will do. Will Aislynn survive? Is Lydia aware of all these things that Jared has done? I'll update again soon, and I would like at least five comments if you could. That would be nice.
Until next time,
~cayley