Broken // h.s.

Chapter 22- Lesson

Chapter 22- Lesson

We stood at Leslie Lavan's house for almost three hours, going over the same crap. The idea of the interview will be; messed up girl talking about how she cannot move on with her life and blah blah.

It's completely unoriginal.

When we arrive back at the hotel, I end up going back to the Chinese buffet at eight at night to see if I see any sign of Blake.

As soon as his eyes land on me entering the restaurant, he calls over some other guy; assumingly, to take his place.

"I didn't think you'd actually come."

"I was bored."

He smirks. "Long walk on the beach? A movie and dinner? A trip straight to the stars?"

"Or we can just go get wasted...?"

"Ah, I knew there was a reason why I liked you." So we leave the buffet and walk for a little, chit chatting here and there then we stop walking once we get to this empty pool pit, filled with teenagers all around my age. "There's something we all have in common."

"Yeah? What's that?"

He smiles, pulling out a cigarette and offering me one, but I told him I don't smoke cigarettes.

"Well," he inhales deeply and exhales strong, thick, smoke. "There's only one reason why we're all here. To get laid, to get wasted, or to get high." He squints down at me. "How come?"

"It's their outlets."

"Our outlets. So what's your story, Lana?"

"It's still being worked on." I mumble, looking down.

"What's the interview for?"

"You really want to know?"

"I'm asking, aren't I? I don't say things I don't mean. For instance, you're hot and it makes me hard."

I laugh. "I appreciate that honesty, Blake." I pause. "But, if I'm going to tell you my life story then we will both need some alcohol in our system."

We grab a bottle; no one notices and we sit on the edge of the empty pool, away from the party, but rather in our own little world.

We share the bottle, but I don't drink much. My mom knew I was going to see Blake, but I told her I would stay at the buffet and help him clean up.

"So start talking."

I sigh. "I was fifteen when I was kidnapped. The two guys held me captive, raping me; abusing me whenever they felt like it. I escaped one day and one of them shot me," I lift up my shirt to show him the scar. "He's still out there somewhere. His son, the other one who used to have his way with me too; went crazy I guess. Police must have been getting close and he killed his family and then turned the gun on himself, taking his own life."

Blake and I sit in silence for a moment. He must be taking some time to process everything I just said. "Are you scared?"

"I guess so. Yeah, I am." I decide. "Then, to top it all off. I found out I was pregnant when I was shot and had a miscarriage. My parents weren't even going to tell me. I had to walk in on the conversation they were having about it."

Blake looks down at the party, shaking his head. "That's one hell of a story."

"Tell me about it."

"Want to hear my philosophy on it all?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Life is short. You're lucky to have two parents and I'm sure after what you been through, they will always be there to support you. What happened to you was horrible and wrong and you have every right to be angry."