A Shoulder to Cry On

Chapter Two

 (Amy's Point of View)

6/3/13

Dear diary,

Every day that passes by I expect my dad to come though the door drunk and ready to swing.  It scares me to know he will be home any minute. I wish I could just run away. Of course, my dad being who he is would find me in a heart beat.   

The car door slammed outside.   Oh God, no, he is home.

"Amy Dian Rogers!!!!" my Dad yells from downstairs. "DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!!!!!"

I run to the door close it, lock it, and stick my dresser in front of it, and pray "God please Lord please, just this one time let him not beat me.   Lord please Lord i beg you! PLEASE!"

My dad crashes through the door.   "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE ME COME UP HERE," his thunderous voice boomed, "but did you listen? No you didn't listen because you never listen!"

"Please don't beat me, please," I whimpered.

"Oh no, I won't beat you...not today," he said as he grabbed my arm and threw me on my bed. "You have been bad and must be punished," he sneered with that evil grin on his face. He grabbed my upper thigh and I pushed him away, He picked me up and slapped me. The doorbell rings suddenly and he stops for a second.   He goes to answer.

"Thank you Lord," I whisper as I fall to the floor.

"Amy it's for you!" I walked down stairs.

"BRETT!" I said in surprise.

" Mr. Rogers, Amy and I have a project due in English tomorrow and Ineed her to come over and finish it," he lies.  "I mean if that's okay with you,"

My father looked at me with hatred burning brightly in his eyes.  "Yes that's fine.  I was just about to go to bed," he lies back. 

Brett shook his hand saying, "thank you sir".

We walked to the park in silence. "Was he beating you? Your cheek is red."

I responded with a short harsh, "no".  Then turning towards him, I decided to tell him the truth, "He tried to rape me".  I turned away from Brett's horrified expression

"HE DID WHAT?" 

Trying not to burst out in tears, I looked at him. "But God sent you just in time," I said with a weak smile.

In less than a nano second he was holding me as I cried on his shoulder.   Sobbing I kept talking, "I prayed to God that just this once he wouldn't beat me and he sent you." I looked up into this deep green eyes, "he sent you", 

A small grin appeared on Brett's face as a tear rolled down his cheek. "No he sent me you," he whispered back.  I smiled a little and the next thing I knew his soft full lips were gently pressed against mine as his arms held me so close to him that it was as if we were one person. He kissed me, small sweet kisses one after another as he held me in the park,   I wish it never had to have ended.

6/4/13

Dear diary,

He kissed me. It felt like a dream like it wasn't happening but it did, it really and truly did. My dad is out of town again and me and Brett are going to the beach today.  I can't wait!

"You look beautiful," Brett says as he walks into the house.

"Oh stop it, I do not," I say as I grab some sunblock.

He comes up behind me, puts his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear "Yes you do,  You always look beautiful no matter what you say", I turn around and he kisses me; a long sweet kiss. As we walk to his car i think about how wonderful life is when my father isn't around. Oh how i wish my father would never come back from his trip.

The sun is setting.  The sky turns a light purple pink color with some red and orange that pops up here and there.  The tide is high as Brett and I walk in the clear shallow Florida waters.   We are holding hands. I have never felt so safe so at peace so in love. I close my eyes and send up a quick thank you to my Lord.

(Brett's Point of View)

I have never been this happy my whole life.   I... I don't want to drop her off at her house.  I just want to bring her back to my house and let her stay forever. I don't want her to have to go home just to be beat by her own father. Almost raping her was the last straw.

"When is you dad coming home," I asked, concerned as we were on our way back to her house.

"On Saturday," I frowned,"that's tomorrow".  She looked at me with those ever changing hazel eyes.

"I know."  She looked down at her feet as we reached her door. I began to speak....

 (Amy's Point of View)

 "I love you."

Right as Brett said that, the door swung open. My dad had come home early.

"WHERE IN THE HELLHAVE YOU BEEN?" my father screamed with a beer in his hand. God he has been drinking, I thought.

"I.... I".

Brett cut me off, "Sir you have been drinking, lets just calm down and not do something you will regret,,."

"REGRET? I HAVE NEVER REGRETTED BEATING THIS LITTLE B****"

"Sir your drunk. You don't know what you're saying. Please calm down."

My dad was about to speak but I cut him off.  "Dad I'm spending the night at jenny's tonight. Just slow down on the drinking and I'll see you tomorrow."  Before he could respond I was down the driveway and getting into Brett's car.

"Who is Jenny?" Brett asked in a curious and kind of amused tone.

"There is no Jenny," I laughed.

"Than where are you going to stay?" he asked in a worried manner.

"I don't know, all i know is, as drunk as my dad is right now, I couldn't even imagine staying there." we pulled into Brett's driveway.

"My parents aren't hom, you can stay here if you want." He looked at me with a smile. 

"Thank you so much I love you," I said as I ;eaned over and gave him a kiss.

He handed me one of his mom' tank tops and a pair of his pajama pants, which fit perfectly.  I sat down on the couch next to him. He got up turned on the TV and put in a movie. I had laid down right after he got up so he came and laid back first on me.   I pushed him off laughing. He got up and started tickling me. I ran to the kitchen but he caught me. He put his arms around my waist, picked me up and spun around once. Then he pulled me close and leaned in to kiss me. I ducked and ran to the couch we both landed on the couch panting and laughing.

"Wow we are crazy," I said laying down.

"We are but in a good way" he replied as he lay down beside me. We started the movie and next thing I knew I was asleep in his arms.

6/19/13

Dear diary,

It felt so good to sleep in Brett's arms last night. I have never felt so safe so welcome, so comfortable.  I'm back home now and dad will be home soon. I hope he isn't drunk again. Well it's 10:00 at night and I have school tomorrow; goodnight.

P.S.

I think I'm truly in love with Brett. <3