The Love Game // z.m

Chapter Twenty Eight - Justice

I left Sofia after we finished our drinks. We exchanged phone numbers incase either of us needs to help one another.  

It was so nice to be able to talk to someone about what has happened. I'm glad I was able to confide in someone who won't judge me. It's nice to not be judged for once. 

I wait patiently for the bus to pull up at the station. I climb on the bus, showing the Driver my day ticket.  I walk to the back of the bus and place my earphones in and start playing 'The Great Escape' by Boys Like Girls. 

I close my eyes and relax my head against the window. I allow the music to surround me and block out any unnecessary thoughts. 

I open my eyes briefly and look around figuring out where I am. I come close to my stop and press the button to tell the driver to stop. He comes to a slow stop and I begin walking to the front of the bus. I say a quick 'thank you' before walking to my house. 

I skip some songs and land on 'Gloryhole' by Steel Panther. I let the words engulf me as I take the short walk to my house. 

***

I walk in through my front door and notice that the usually loud house is now quiet apart from the television in the front room being on. 

I walk into the front room and see my dad, Milli, Zayn, Niall and Harry staring intensely at the screen. 

"What's happening guys?" I say taking my shoes and bag off, throwing them to the side. 

"Bolton. He's been arrested." Zayn says slowly, not beliveing it. 

"What?" 

"Some girl, Sofia, come forward and testified against him. The police have enough evidence against him. He's finally gone for good. He's going to be put on the sex offenders register and put in prison for stalking, threatening, child pornography and rape. He's going to be in prison for life." Zayn says hugging me. 

"Are you joking? This is all over?" I cry.

"Yes. Babe! We've done it. He's gone for life now. You can finally relax in peace." Zayn says hugging me again. 

I'm enguled by hugs from around the room. They all break away and I see Kelcie standing against the doorway. 

"I'm so sorry hunny. I didn't know he was this sick in the head. You deserved so much better than this. On behalf of all my family, we are so sorry that this has happened." Kelcie says breaking down in tears. 

I walk up to her and hold my arms open wide. "It's okay. You had no affiliation with him. You didn't make him do this. I'm not upset because you're his sister. You have no connection to him for all I know." I smile.

"Thank you Kelly." She says kissing me on the cheek.

"Time to celebrate?" I say laughing.

***

We all decided to go for a meal to celebrate Bolton finally being put in prison. There's not going to be a hearing as they have enough evidence to consider him guilty. 

My dad cracks open a bottle of wine and pours everyone, but Milli, a glass. 

"Dad, why can't I have some?" Milli moans. 

"Because you're thirteen." We all laugh. I hand her my glass to have a taste. 

"That's disgusting." She says pulling a disgusted face. "Coke's okay by me." We all laugh again. 

It seems that we're all happy now. We can all relax now that that sick bastard is finally in prison. There were people that recognised me from the news. They congratulated me that he is in prison and they told me how strong I am. It's such a nice gesture. 

We pay and leave to go home. I drive back home with Niall, Zayn and Harry. The car was loud and full of life. I'm so grateful that everything is okay now. I'm so happy that we have had a chance to feel normal again. I know most people don't have the opportunity to feel normal again. I'm so grateful I have the chance to change my life around.

I'm so happy I have had the chance to meet such amazing people. I'm happy that I joined Clarkson Boarding School when I did. I've met such amazing people in the time that I was there. 

I am shattered by the time we get home. I walk straight upstairs, get undressed and dressed in some shorts and a top and climb into bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. 

***

"Kelly."

My eyes open promptly. I see a figure standing over my bed. I try shutting my eyes and opening them again to wake myself up. 

"That's not going to work darling. You know I'll always win. Try to fight me and you'll lose. I'm always going to win."

"Get away from me." I say trying to back away from him as quick as I can.

"No. I'm coming closer and closer and." He pauses. "Closer." He whispers in my ear. 

I feel a hand cover my mouth, preventing me from screaming for help. Preventing me from breathing. No, I don't want to die. Not like this. 

"Kelly, darling. Strip." I hear his menacing voice. 

"Fuck off Bolton. You don't control me." 

"Oh, but I do. I always have and I always will. You can try to escape me, but you're not going to. I know how much of a whore you are. You loved it when I slammed into you. You love my thick cock. You're a dirty whore. You loved every minute of it." He taunts. 

"No, no, no. I don't fucking like it. You raped me. End of. There is no inbetween. You're a sick, perverted rapist. You deserve to burn in hell." 

"You're going to wish you never said that."