It's really hard processing the things that just happened 24 hours ago. I got raped and I agreed to move in with a stranger. Somehow I just didn't care. I wanted to die. I was humiliated and I feel like I have no dignity left. If I was gonna get hurt by anyone again it might as well happen sooner than later.
"Hey you okay, your like talking to yourself" Dwayne said.
"Yea I'm fine, sorry or whatever" I said still upset.
We were in the car for like 40 minutes. How far could his house be.
"Blythe are you hungry cause I make the best sandwiches" he said like he was telling a joke.
"Interesting and no I'm fine"
"Why you so upset you should be happy that I saved your life"
"Maybe I didn't want to be saved, maybe my life was already messed up and there was no saving left, maybe......." I started getting angry so I just kept it short.
".....your right I should be happy. Thank you for helping me out and saving me" I said trying to sound less angry.
"Well your just a little upset"
"Aren't you just captain obvious" I said. He laughed like I was trying to be funny.
"Were here" he said still smiling from what I said before.
His place was isolated from the city. It was fancy and was big like a penthouse. This could not be his house I thought in disbelief. What the hell would he be doing picking up someone like me with this house? What was he even doing by that gutter he found me in? What was he doing driving that basic car with a house like this? And who the hell is........
"Your thinking again" he interrupted my thought.
"Who are you, like seriously?" I asked curiously.
"Dwayne Thomas" he said like it would ring a bell.
"You seriously don't know me, like no offense do you own cable or wifi? " he added in a confused way.
"Look at me, does it look like I own cable"
"I'm a wrestler. Im in WWE. I'm Dwayne the pain machine"
"So like what are you doing bringing someone like me to your home?"
" I know how it feels to be in that position, and I can help"
"How?"
"By being your friend cause you look like you need one". Once he said that I froze. All my friendships ended terribly cause the other person wanted something from me and I don't know what he wants from me. I'm not starting this again.
"Take me back to the hospital please" I asked.
"Why" he said shocked and hurt.
"You said you know how it feels in my position so you should understand that I want to go back to the hospital"
"Why?" He said still confused.
"What do you want from me" I yelled which was followed by a pause. " I have nothing to give to you nothing you can get from this out of return. If you want publicity from reporters then find an orphan. If you want sex then pick up a stripper. I don't have nothing to give to you so can I go to the hospital and at least waste my time somewhere more convenient than here" I added in the same tone.
"I'm not gonna hurt you okay, my mom was raped too and I was the aftermath and I know how much she wanted to die. She had no one to talk to and no one to be loved by. She was about to overdose but then she had me and I did the loving for her. I loved her and she loved me. We did everything together and she never let me starve or feel neglected even at her hardest and toughest moments. She treated me like how she wished to be treated. I always tried to give it back to her in every shape or form. Then one day she came home from work and was different. She stopped caring for me and she stopped treating me like her child and more like a stranger. I thought she gave up on me and I did everything in my power to help her. Then that month she kept coughing and coughing and the next month she was dead"
He said with a tear coming from his face.
" What happened..why did she die" I asked softly hoping not to make him anymore sensitive.
"The day she stopped caring for me and changed was the day she got raped again from coming back from work. It was from the same guy who raped her the first time. My...dad. He gave her a STD and it was a bad one. That's why when I saw you in that ditch I thought I saw my mom for a second and I had to help. She did everything for me and I couldn't do one thing for her. I couldn't ......protect her." He said crying this time.
I gave him a hug. He needed it. I can't imagine how she could've felt. She had it worse than me. Thinking about it made me cry. So we cried together.
After ten minutes of silence and sobbing in the car we decided to get out and go inside. Once we got inside he showed me my room and I settled in, fixed my stuff, and took a shower.
I found my way downstairs to catch him in the kitchen cooking. He then heard me walk in to the kitchen.
"Hey sorry about that story and stuff. Not really emotional around people" he said.
"It's ok, we all cry right" I said being the one laughing this time at my statement. Then something hit me, he gave me a brand new topic for my next poem. I can call it mixed emotions because I feel all over the place right now. Then he looked at me.
"Hey one day will you tell me whatever your always thinking in that head of yours" he said with a smile this time.
"Maybe one day" I smiled back actually feeling better than usual. Puzzling right?
