Ace and I was driving to his house. It still wasn't safe to be at my house just yet. My parents and I are worried that something would happen if they left me home alone to work, so we were still staying with my Aunt and Uncle.
I looked out the window and went into my thoughts again. I know I over think things a lot. I need to learn how to stop overthinking. But there's just a lot to worry about. Like Jackson and Michael. Brittney. What if they were plotting something against me again? What if something worse happens? What if they're smarter this time and makes sure no one finds me. What if she makes them rape me again like last time?
"Are you okay?"
Ace interrupted my thoughts.
I looked at him.
"Yeah, why?"
"I can already tell that your overthinking things. You look deep in concentration."
"It's that noticeable?"
He nodded while keeping his eyes on the road.
"What you thinking about?"
"Everything. Brittney, Jackson, Michael."
He looked like he was angry but not at me, more like at the people I just named.
"Don't you think you should tell someone? Like I don't know...the police? The whole kidnapping and rape thing?"
"Are you crazy? I'm not telling the cops that."
"Why not? This is something serious and they deserve time for what they did. They're fucking crazy."
"Exactly, they are crazy which means if I snitch on them to the cops, they are going to know it was obviously me. Then they will try to get revenge on me and probably kill me. So I rather not."
"They wouldn't do that."
"Yes they would."
"Babe, listen to me. I really think you should tell the cops about this. Honestly."
"I don't want to. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just want this to go away. Like it never happened."
"But that's the issue right there. It did happen. This isn't a game, a movie, a TV show. This is real life and you need to tell them.
"But I don't want to!"
I yelled at him.
"Don't you get that I want to forget about this? I don't want to be a victim and I don't want this terrifying experience to define me as a person. I just want to let it go."
He sighed.
"I just thought it would be a good choice to make. You can't even go back home without feeling unsafe. Your scared to be back at your own home so your living with your aunt and uncle. If you told the cops, they would find them and put them in jail for what they did. Why are you just gonna let them get away with it? It's not right. If you did tell the cops, I bet you would feel so much better and safer but I guess your not ready for that yet. Can you just promise me something?"
I sighed.
"Depends."
"Can you tell the cops when you are ready to talk about it? Please?"
"Maybe."
"Haz.."
I looked down at my hands.
"I'll think about it okay?"
"Okay."
I looked out the window.
"I'm just trying to help. I'm here for you okay?"
She nodded.
He kept driving and the rest of the ride was quiet.
**
We was laying down in Ace's bed.
I was laying down on my side, I was looking at the wall quietly.
Ace wrapped his arms around me.
"Stop overthinking."
He whispered.
"Sorry. It's a habit."
I turned around, he was still holding me.
I looked at him and he looked at me.
I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him softly.
He kissed me back and I pulled away.
We both looked into each other's eyes and smiled a little.
"I love you Ace."
"I love you more Hazel."
**
Guess who's back? ;)
