Once In A Life Time- A Series Of Romantics (Hold)

Chapter 5: Home Relaxation

A few weeks into school and I finally have a weekend to relax. No homework and parents aren't home. These are the type of days when it's nice to be an only child.

I'm just lounging on the couch. Netflix is on and I'm just watching what ever. I've been addicted to a show called Supernatural lately so I'm just streaming that.

I check my laptop. Sara's not talking to me. Well at least I get to chill today.

I finish up a few more episodes when I finally decide that I should do something.

I get up from underneath layers of blankets and quilts. Stretching and heading to my room. I leave everything behind.

I enter my room. My beds over exposed. Only have a few pillows and heavy quilts. I have a giant chest at the end of it. My room's small but it works. 

I look at my lamp and then to my bookshelf deciding on what I should do.

I shrug, "Eh."

I flop down onto my bed with a boring thud. I never have anything to do anymore. I wish relaxing days weren't so boring.

I run to the living room to grab my computer and run back down the hall. I fall onto my bed again.

I hear the front door open. As usual, Mom's boyfriend only comes home half an hour before she does.

I here him enter the kitchen because my room's right next to it. 

"GWEN!! WHERE'S MY BEER!!!!" Bobby yelled to me.

I hate it when I have to get up and help him. He's the worst.

I climb out of bed. I return to the hall I was in only a few minutes ago.

He looks at from the corner of his eye. He's still standing with the fridge open, leaning over.

I lean against the doorway frame, "We ran out. You drank the last of it yesterday, remember?"

he stands to stare at me like I'm an idiot. He closes the fridge.  

"Well then I'll just have to have some fun while I'm waiting for your mother,"  a creepy smile creeps onto his face. He runs over to me and grabs me.

I scream and try to run from his sick smile. I'm not fast enough and he grabs me. 

He holds my boobs as I squirm. Every time a wiggle he squeezes harder. I here him laugh a sick laugh from behind. This is the first time one of Mom's boyfriends came after me.

I finally give up. Once he loosens his grip I'll make a run for it.

"Good girl. See you want this real bad. I can tell," He says like we're gonna do something that I would only do if I were drunk.

He, himself, is either a really sick guy or is really drunk. I'm gonna hope it's the drunk part.

He turns me around. I feel sick to my stomach.

"Now you're gonna kiss me like you mean it. Because girly, I got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it," Bobby's stare is just frightening. I try to wiggle out of his grip some more but his grip on my butt is too hard.

He pulls me closer to him. I try to push him away. I feel one of his hands leave my body and I see it head for his belt.

"Fine! I'll do it! Just please don't hurt me!" I cry tears streaming down my face.

His smile is even more wicked, "Good girl. You know what you want when you want it!"

He pulls me in for a kiss. I'm not a brave girl so I don't do anything. Then I hear the front door open. Apparently Bobby doesn't.

"MOM! Help!! MOM!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. My mother comes rushing into the kitchen to see me struggling to get free from Bobby's bear hands.

"Bobby!" Mom screams kicking him in the middle of the back. His grip releases me.

I run away from him and grab the nearest phone. Mom nods and as she kicks Bobby in the stomach a few times.

I dial 911. The police arrive about seven minutes later. I tell them what happened and they take Bobby's crumpled body away in the police car.

I've never felt so disgusted in my whole entire life.