The Guardian

Chapter 10: The Last Time

Christian pov.  

Quinn just got in the shower when the door bell rang. I look through the peep hole and saw Karly. She looked pissed. I opened the door.

"Hey Karly." I said trying to get the conversation started. She glared at me.

"You have been gone for over a week and all you say is hey! I thought you were dead! You didn't call or text me. Why weren't you at school?!? You don't even look sick. If you wanted to break up you could have just told me. I mean really Christian. This is really low for you."

"Karly.. Calm down. I was just helping someone out for a while. I'm not trying to ignore you. You can't just barge in here and assume things."

"You were helping someone out. Ok... So your not cheating on me either?"

"Karly, I would never cheat on you." phew. I had finally calmed her down in record time. Right then, Quinn came falling out of the hallway. She held on to her towel, an caught her fall with her bad wrist. She yelled out in pain. My eyes were fixed on her. I knew what was coming next. Karly slapped me across the face, and stomped out the door making an extra effort to slam it hard.

I helped Quinn up, and she asked me a few questions about Karly as I got her some clothes. She seemed upset about causing drama in my relationship with Karly. It was no big deal. We had been going out ever since freshman year, and she always came back. She could be a bitch sometimes, but I loved her. Then there was Quinn. She was everything Karly wasn't. She was meek, shy, and extremely vulnerable. I don't know what was going through my mind when I saw her on the side of the road. All I could think was that I needed to help her. I could see the pain in her eyes every time I looked at her. I knew I couldn't push her to tell me what happened, the wounds were still fresh, she was so fragile. What would drive someone to hurt such a sweet girl? Some people just made me sick.

Once Quinn was done changing, went down to my car. I put her address into my gps. She didn't live far from my house. She probably even went to my school. My mind brought up so many questions that all lead to one. What happened to her?

We were almost to her house when I stopped the car. I couldn't just let her leave and not tell me. I took care of her, I deserve to know. I turned to her. "Quinn," I said with an accidental edge in my voice, "I know you don't want to tell me, but it's killing me. And I can't just let you walk away without knowing how the heck you ended up naked in the street at 3 o'clock in the morning. You don't have to tell me every detail, but please tell me."

She looked at me, then let her eyes drop to her lap. She nervously played with her hands, and bit her nails. I could tell she was going through all those memories with my one question. I suddenly felt bad for asking, but then she answered. It was barely a whisper, and if anything would happened in the one moment it would have been lost. I heard it though as clear as day. That one horrid word that I know still haunts her to his day. Rape. She had something so precious forcefully taken from her. She was taken advantage of, and I felt intense rage towards whoever hurt her. I gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white. Right then I vowed that i would take revenge on whoever took the life out of Quinn.

It took me a while to start driving again, but I finally made it to her house. A car sat idly in the driveway. I was glad someone was home. I parked on the curb, and helped Quinn out. She gripped my hand for support, and we walked up the pathway to the door. I watched her hesitate to knock on the door, but she did eventually. She cautiously stepped back and played with her hands nervously.

The door opened to a young woman who greatly resembled Quinn. Although her hair was much shorter, I could tell she got most of her looks from her mom. Her mom looked tired from worry. There were deep bags under her eyes, and her eyes were blood shot from crying. She must have missed her daughter. She grabbed Quinn into a hung, and started crying again. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out. Ugh. It was Karly. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. I answered the call only to get the shrieking voice of a woman. Joy. She was ranting about me cheating on her. Blah blah blah. I was so sick of her bitching. "Karly, we are over. Don't call me. I don't want to work this out, I don't even want to be friends. Just go find someone else. I'm done with you."  

I clicked end feeling a weight being lifted off my chest. I looked back to Quinn, and her mom was ushering her inside. I wondered if I would ever see her again. Would she talk to me if she saw me in the hallway? Or would I just be the guy that patched her up? I shook my head at these thoughts, and I walked back to my car and drove home.