The Fangirl Swirl

12 : Emotional Motions

I run down the streets with tears streaming from my eyes. But why am I crying for a person that I just spent a week with? How could I have feelings for him by knowing him for such a short period of time?

I reach a dark alley making my way home when I felt a couple of strong arms pushing me until my back hit the wall. It was so dark that I couldn't figure out the face but I could definitely smell the gross smell of alcohol in his breath.

I find his body pressing against mine and his hands wandering hungrily on my body. My hands try to push him away but he was too strong. I used my knees to kick him on his male part and he groaned in pain but instead of leaving me, his grip tightenened more harshly on me. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my throat hurt by screaming for help. He tried to shut me up by crashing his lips on mine. I tried to defend but it was of no use.

Suddenly the man was pulled away from my body in one go and I fall into my knees crying. I can hear him groaning in pain as someone was constantly punching him.

Feeling a pair of hands on my shoulders, I squirm myself in a ball and cry more and more. I can feel him comforting me and helping me stand up. I walk with his help and we reach the streets again. I look up at him and find a familiar face.

"Stacy?" He asks narrowing his eyes.

"Evans?" I say between sobs.

He wraps his arms around me and I bury my head on his chest and cry. "Shh you're okay. I'm here. Don't cry. He won't come back." He says in his soothing voice.

"Th-thankyou." The words came out of my mouth merely above a whisper whisper. My voice shaking.

"Its okay. C'mon lets get you home now." He says. I simply nod and he leads me to his car. I get in the car and tell him the address.

The rest of the car ride was silent. I couldn't talk and he understood. He's a real gentlemen and seems to be a very kind hearted person. He stopped the car and hopped out to open the door for me. I get down.

"Are you okay Stacy?" He asks concerned.

"Yes I am. Thanks to you." I look at him and try to smile. He smiled back.

"Don't thank me. And by the way, tomorrow I'm throwing a birthday party for myself and I would be honoured if you join." He says with excitement in his voice.

I would gladly say yes but then Robert would be there too and again it will be awkward to face him. Especially today's incident has simply piled up to my embarassment. "Umm Chris ---" before I could finish, he cut me off.

"Please don't say no. Its my birthday, c'mon" he says sadly. How could I say no to that face. I smile and nod. "Okay I'll come." I say.

"Thankyou so much. And tomorrow you text me so I can send you my address and other details, okay?" He said.

"Yeah okay." I smile.

"Take care of yourself alright? Good night! I'll see you tomorrow." He winked and walked to his car and drove away.

I enter the house and went straight up to my bedroom. Having an excruciating headache from all the crying and drama, I let sleep overtake my tiredness.

*next day*

I woke up and did my daily morning routines. Then I texted Chris wishing him with a happy birthday text. He texted me his address and told me that the party is starting at 8 p.m.

Robert will be there too. But why am I running from him? Why does he think I'm a kid. I'm not. I might not be pretty like that girl he was on a date with the other night but I'm definitely not a kid.

And today I'm gonna prove him that. I text Grace to come over at my house to help me getting ready and bring along some of her makeup stuff with her.

Grace came at 5 p.m. and I told her the whole thing that happened the day before. She was sorry and regretting not being there with me but I told her it wasn't her fault.

It was already 6 p.m. and Grace brought over her makeup along with one of her dresses. I change into the dress. It was a short red dress reaching above my knees which was one shouldered and showed a little bit of cleavage. It was perfectly hugging my curves. Grace paired the dress with red stilletoes and put up a fair amount of makeup, enough to make me look good. She curled up my hair and let it fall on my shoulders. I looked myself in the mirror and for the first time in my life, I would say I did look hot. It was time to show him that I'm a grown up now and not a kid. Thanks to Grace and her makeover skills.

"Holy shit Stacy you're looking so fucking hot." Grace said surprised looking at me.

"Well" I say and smile.

"I'm telling you one thing for sure, people are gonna drool the shit out when the see you." She smirked.

"Shut up!" I hit her playfully in the arm and laugh at her comment. "Okay I got to go. I'm already late. Thanks!" I hug her on the cheeks and hurry downstairs and to my car and drive my way to Evans' home.