Irrelevant: A dark love story

Chapter 2

The next day I find the punk still on my mind. Thinking about how his lip ring wiggled every time he talked. His tattoos are imprinted on my brain, wondering what each of them meant.

"Shit," my phone buzzes and brings my focus back to the present.

"Hey you're still up for dinner tonight right?"

"Ya sure," I text back lazily. I could almost hear the desperation and hesitation in the text. Maybe I've been a little bit of a jerk to my friends but it doesn't seem to matter. They're the type of friends you're friends with because you just are. You've known each other for years and you're holding onto some shred of hope everything will go back to the way it was when you were 5. And you'll magically be the closest you've ever been. It's not a big deal to pretend though. The sentiment is nice, and if it makes them feel good I'm willing to please them and go out every once in a while. I take a comb through my blonde hair and put on some ripped jeans and a beanie before leaving the house. It's raining, as it usually is, and that just makes me not want to go even more. It's not that I never want to see them...I do. Just not now.

As I drive through the gloomy streets, imagining that I can feel each leaf crunch beneath the car, my mind drifts back to the boy. I can't understand how anyone could be so nasty. Just the way he dismissed me and his sexist comments were enough to anger me to my core. You could tell by the look of him he was bad news. His skin was littered with tattoos and he even had an eyebrow piercing. His hair was shoved under a Yums life SnapBack and an obey tank top was stretched tight over his muscles.

When I pull into the restaurant parking lot my mind no longer focuses on the rude punk boy I met yesterday. Rather it focuses on the impending dinner, and how I'm a little more excited now to see my pair of friends. They sit at a booth in the restaurant, already sipping on diet coke and munching on bread. They both stand up when they see me, embracing me warmly. We all sense the awkward silences between us; It's been a while since we've seen each other. They make useless conversation and I chit chat with them. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that I've never been able to be very close with them. Yet it is still comforting to be around two people I've known practically my whole life. The evening ends up being pretty fun because we see a movie after dinner.

The sun has completely set as I walk out of the theatre, bag of popcorn in hand. Out of the corner of my eye I see a group of guys rough housing as they walk towards the theatre. I am almost to my car as one of them yells out "eh baby! Where you goin?!"

I ignore the comment and decrease the distance between me and my car as fast as possible. The only illumination in the parking lot is from a few scattered lamp posts, one of which is situated near my car. I am unlocking the door to the car when I feel a pair of rough hands touch my waist. I jump back and screech at the top of my lungs, terrified. I look behind me to see a teenage boy, probably around 18 or 19, lurking. His face twists into a smirk when I instinctively try to maneuver away from him. His hand catches mine and he pulls me into his body, our faces almost touching. The proximity is much too close for me, noticing all the tattoos he bares on his neck, and gauges sported in his ears.

"We just wanna have a little fun baby," he lowly grumbles. Voice full of lust. Panic begins to bubble up inside of me as he rolls his hips against mine and backs me up to the car. I slam against his chest hard with my fist. He doesn't seem to be stunted at my attempts, only a little winded from the hit.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" My cries ring out in the empty lot. How could I have been so stupid as to come out here alone?

Right as the boy who is still holding tightly onto me, pressing me closer, tries to cover my mouth with his hand, his friend appears. He is illuminated by the light from the post. And he is also a familiar face; the punk from yesterday. I stare at him in disbelief, realizing he's not going to do anything to stop it. Tears start rolling down my cheeks and the man holding me laughs. His evil tone rings in my ear. I know I'm outnumbered and out powered as I struggle more, trashing and slapping at him, but it still does nothing. He towers above me, his muscles huge and defined.

Is this really happening? "Please please just don't. Please" I whimper.

Just as the guy begins to laugh, the

punk cuts in.

"Come on dude she's not even worth it. I've seen much better asses and they're all in there," he says as he points to the movie theatre.

"What are you tryin' to do? save her, bro?"

"NO," the punk's eyes become wide, and he calms down and puts a bounce in his words "but her dad is the sheriff of this lame ass town dude. I know her I've seen her with him. We need to find someone better suited."

The guy, still pressing my body up against the car, finally releases me, but not before hitting me square in the jaw. I moan in agony and hit the side of the car hard. My hands dart up to my face, cradling the impacted spot. Out of the corner of my eye I see the punk wince, almost as if he felt bad. But who am I kidding, there's no way he felt any remorse. He's a nasty fucking jerk.

Slowly the pair start to walk away, in the direction of the theatre, and the punk glances back at me, his eyes full of hurt, as if he wishes none of that shit just happened. And as I sit there one thought keeps entering my mind...my dad isn't the sheriff..