Dream Boy

Chapter Twenty Five

"I'm so tired Chris, I don't know if I can do another fast song."
"Well lucky for you, I requested a slow song, and it's playing right now." Suddenly, a beautiful song pours from the speakers, and Chris pulls me to him, slowly rocking back and fourth.

I rest my head against his chest, and I can feel his lips and nose in my hair. I want to feel safe in his arms, but somehow I can't. I try to relax into him, but it isn't working. I try to push my emotions down, but they keep bubbling back to the surface.

He lowers his hand to the small of my back, and a shiver is sent up my spine. He then moves his hands up so they are cupping my face, and he kisses me slowly, but I can't kiss him back.

"What's wrong, Sarah?"
"I'm so sorry, Chris. I'm just not feeling great."
"Let's go sit down then."
"Are you sure?"
"It's fine, Sarah. I don't want you to strain yourself."

We head over to a table and sit down. Chris holds my hand, but his leg is bobbing up and down.

"I'm going to go talk to the guys. I'll be right back." He takes long strides over to a group of boys standing by the exit, as if he is in a hurry. I watch them slip out into the hallway, and I slump back into my seat. Why did second-grade-me have to have such high expectations?

Twenty minutes pass, and Chris finally reappears. Something is off in the way he is walking.

"Come on Sarah, I want to show you something."
"Chris?"
"Come on Sarah. Let's go!"
"Chris, you're--"
"Let's go!" He grabs my wrist and drags me out into the hallway.

"Christian, you're drunk!" He doesn't respond and continues to drag me out towards the back of the school. "Christian let go of me!" He opens the back door and pulls me outside.

"Christian, please, you're hurting me!" His grip on my wrist only tightens.

It starts to rain, and my makeup begins to run down my face.
"You're hot when you get angry."
"And you're angry when you get drunk. Let go of me, NOW!"

He doesn't listen. He presses me up against the wall and starts kissing my neck. His breath reeks of alcohol. I push him back as hard as I can.

"Stop it. Please Chris, stop!" He pushes me back harder, bruising my back. I do the only thing I can think to do; I reach up and smack him.

"Did you just hit me?"

He grabs my waist and pushes me out into the paved lot, causing me to fall into a deep puddle. I hear his footsteps getting softer,  and then the door slams behind him.

"EVAN!!!" I try to yell, but my voice is so small; the wind has been knocked out of me. I can't move, and the rain pounds down even harder on my back. I curl up into a ball, and shiver in the puddle. I try not to cry, but the sobs kept coming, making it harder to breathe.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps pounding down on the pavement with the rain, and then a voice.

"Sarah? Where are you?"

"Evan!" I try to call out once more, and then feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh my--what did he do to you?"  I feel Evan's arms around my waist, and he pulls me up into him. He sinks to the ground and holds me as tightly as he can. I tuck my head up under his chin, against his chest. His arms are strong around me, causing the coldness of the rain to drift away. I feel his lips and nose in my hair, and I feel safe.

"Thank you. You--you found me."
"No matter how hard it rains, I will always find you."

A/N: THE END! I've had this ending planned for the whole book, and I am so glad I finally got to write it. It makes me really emotional actually (bc I'm a cheesy, hopeless romantic!)

Also, if you liked this story, check out my other two novels, the Summer of Ross and Wynn (completed) and Forgotten Beauty.