Eternity's Garden

Chapter 3; Not That Type of Girl

After walking through the front door of Damien's house, I quickly take in the white carpet and closed frosted-glass sliding door that lead to the lounge room. The door to my right was open and Damien's little sister Emily was playing with her doll house and waved at us when we walked by, heading to the kitchen to see his mother.

"Hi Nicole, how are you?" I walk over to the kitchen bench and am engulfed in the arms of Damien's mother, Nicole and as I hug his mother I realise Damien's dangling a packet of my favourite chips; sweet chili and sour cream flavour, between his fingers.

"I knew Rose was coming over so I got a packet of them. Be sure to share them Pooky-Bear. And Ro, keep an eye on my Hunny-Bun – otherwise he might spoil his appetite, I'll bring the baby photos later." With a wink from his mother, Damien paled and, placing the chips in his teeth, lifted me onto his shoulder, carrying me squealing and giggling though the house.

"Sure can't wait to see them!" I scream after her. After using his leg and foot to clear a space off his bed he - almost throwing the 'human baggage' (aka me) onto the bed, for a soft landing, he leans over me and pulling my into a long kiss. Damien pulls me into his lap. I look up at my boyfriend of four months and smile as he moves underneath me to face me.

"Rose, there's a reason I invited you over." Damien looked really awkward like he desperately needed to pee or something weird like that. His dark hair a was puffy from a recent wash and his brown eyes that were usually full mischief still had that same spark, but it was overpowered by a look I hadn't seen in a long time. This worried me...

"We haven't slept together and this is the longest 'dry spell' you've had in the entire time I've known you – and I've known you since basically the end of primary school! So why not today, right now?" He looks at me and I shrink inside. He's right, but my life isn't about hook-ups and parting anymore, I've stopped being 'Golden-Oak's School Whore.'

"Damien, listen. It's nothing you've done but-" My explanation interrupted by Damien's curt words.

"Well, what is it? The girl who admitted to having an orgy in your mother's walk in robe and taping dildos to people's heads screaming that they were unicorns. In fact recorded herself doing both of those!" I try to cut him off but he continues over the top of my objection, his volume getting louder. "So what is it? Why aren't you going to do this? What possible excuse could that girl have-?"

"I DON'T WANT TO BE THAT GIRL ANYNMORE DAMIEN!" I shock myself with how loud those words come out of my mouth. "I want to be normal, without wondering who I have to impress next and-" I stand up but Damien cuts me off and pulls me back onto the bed.

"Rosaline, you have a choice. There can be an 'us' or you can keep your silly charade; it's your choice. But no one will see you the same if you don't do this - me. And no matter what you do, you'll always be a whore." His face was still glazed with lust but there was a darker edge behind it. I saw how this could end, and if I'm going to dump this – what I now found out to be a douche-bag – I'm going out with a bang. 3. 2. 1...

"Listen here matey! – I'm so not fucking you, so get over it. And, you know what, Adrianne was right. You are a dick and I deserve so much better. I'm leaving you, this place and your stupid, ugly, no good face - and you can't stop me!" I stand up to go, shaking loose from his grip and walk to the door, but I feel a hand pull on my shoulder and am pulled backwards. I keep my footing but am dragged to face a very upset Damien.

"Listen to me Rosaline, you will regret this." He lets go of my shoulder and I bolt for the chest of draws where a candied shot of the two of us is standing in a plain black horizontal frame.

"This is to prove it's over." I grab the frame and I throw it sideways to the carpet. The glass shatters and flies across the floor, some into my leg but I don't care anymore. Then Damien snaps and grabs my hand to pull me to him again but with less secure footing, I fall directly onto the mass of broken glass. I pick myself up and dust as much glass off my arms as I can, the blood seeping out of the many miniscule cuts that cover my arms. Running through the house to the front door where we left our school bags, I take the twenty-five minute run to my house. After talking the key from under the welcome mat and let myself into the house. Going into the kitchen I grab a box of Band-Aids and disinfectant and patch myself up. After making sure all wounds were safe, I striped off and got into bed, leaving my uniform crumpled on the floor instead of hanging it up on a hanger and hook on my bedroom door.