Conner’s Here.
Without thinking I blurt out, “What the hell are you doing here, you f*cking creep?”
Conner looks at me in surprise then back at Heath, “So I see your having fun with her to man! Good job! You get my sloppy seconds!” he laughs. Hearing his voice makes me nauseous. But hearing him say those words makes me pissed off; I am no ones sloppy seconds. And having fun with me! What am I some kind of Carnival ride?
Heath has his teeth clenched, “Conner! Seriously get out now!”
I start to bawl my eyes out. I’m not sure why? I guess it’s just from seeing Conner. I didn’t know how much this really bothered me till now. I run back into Heath’s room and lay on the bed. Conner tries to runs into the room behind me. But Heath stops him.
I cry more when I hear him say “Awe your girl, want me to make her feel better?” He chuckles. Heath is holding on to him but his shirt.
“Conner, what the hell is the matter with you man, I just told you to get the f*ck out! Now do it—Before I call the cops” He pushes Conner towards the door. “Don’t come back ever again bro …”
When Conner leaves he slams the door behind him. Heath walks into the bedroom. “Alana I’m so sorry about that, I forgot he still had a house key.. I’m sorry” He lays down beside me. Wraps me up in his arms. I lay there crying. There’s nothing else I can do but cry. I can’t stop thinking about what he did to me. I just want to lay here forever, and never talk to anyone again.
Conner kisses me furiously. His hands wander all over my body. Conner touching me makes me feel sick, my head is pounding. I think about running but my feet won’t move. So I scream for Heath, I call his name over and over again but nothing comes out of my mouth. Come with me into my room, he whispers into my ear. He takes me by the hand, and I follow him. Once we get into his room, he starts to undress me. I keep trying to call Heath but still nothing comes out of my mouth. Conner starts to say my name over and over again. Alana. Alana. Alana please wake up.
“Alana please wake up!” I open my eyes, tears are pouring down my face. Heath is sitting on the bed beside me, holding my hand. “Are you okay?”
Faintly, I say “Yeah… Ummm just a bad dream I guess”
“I promise you wont have to see Conner ever again.” Heath says.
I’m not sure how long I have been at his house. The days seem to all blend together. It’s the same thing all over again everyday. Heath goes to bed with me; I wake up he’s not there. I go back to sleep. He wakes me up, gives me something to eat. Sleep. Wake up again to use the bathroom. Shower. Go back to bed, Lay there for a while and cry. Heath comes into the room and comforts me. I fall asleep again. It feels like a never-ending cycle.
Eventually Heath comes into the room and says something about this, “Alana it’s been almost 3 and a half weeks, you need to call your mom she’s worried about you.. I’ve been using your phone to keep in contact with her, to tell her your okay, but she doesn’t believe me. You should tell her Alana.”
