Chapter 3
The dinner goes by quick and how most dinners with Noah go by. He talks to me at first, flirts with the waitress, and then finds one of his volleyball guys to talk to. I don't complain because I know we have the rest of the night, but that doesn't give me an excuse to not be somewhat aggravated. We finally get out of there at 10, the dark becoming almost unbearable with the exception of the streetlights.
"Where are we going?" I ask him as he tugs my wrist behind him, heading in the general direction of the back of the restaurant. It's a straight path from the dumpsters to the train tracks from the back of Ricky's.
Blindly following Noah doesn't seem like such a bad idea in my bliss right now, I can't think straight and frankly, I'm going to be happy about it. It feels like estacsy but no, it's just another life drug called first love.
Without a real warning, he takes a step towards me, reaching for my waist. He squeezes, pulling me closer to him.
"I dunno, you said you wanted to have fun tonight.." He trails off as he finally comes to a stop at the slope between the grass stretch that seperates the tracks and the back of the restaurant. His hands tug me farther forward forcefully by my waist as his lips attach to my neck. The gesture throws me back a bit.
"N-not this kind've fun, Noah.." I say, attempting to back up but he's got me in place. Part of my senses have seemed to returned at the threat.
"Cmon, Alison, you know you want to, just a quick one," His words make me nauseous already. The whole situation was getting more and more uncomfortable, especially with the aggression growing in his voice.
"A quick what? This isn't right," I spit. I manage to work my way to have a small distance between us and keep distancing myself.
He doesn't respond so I continue to back up.
"I haven't done this before." I warn again, racking my brain for excuses.
"It doesn't hurt much," A lump in my throat catches my breath.
"Seriously, Noah, you don't have to do this. Don't do this!" I'm almost hysterical now. I can't run now, not enough room, and Noah would easily catch me. I can't even comprehend my surroundings right now, I can barely see straight. I'm not stable or ready for this. This scene is way too familiar with dad and it frankly terrifies me. He's drunk too, I'm sure of it. He wouldn't do this if he was sober, would he?
"Come here or I swear to God!" He flips a pocketknife from his jacket and starts advancing. Everything seems to click right in that second. My eyes go wide and I immediately scream and push my leg out instinctively. I'm assuming he didn't see it in the dark because he trips and falls, his own scream erupting into the night. At first, it seems he might've just broken his ankle or something but then I see the jagged knife handle sticking out from his side.
All I can do is stare, too scared to move or do anything about the whimpering figure groaning in front of me. I can't see him but I know he's right there. I'm thankful for that. Warmth touches my fingers that I recognize as blood and I stumble away, quickly at first before freezing to look at him in the meager light out from the shadows. He isn't dead, which is a relief, but he's struggling and he's cradling his side.
I have to pull myself together or i won't be able to do anything, I can't just sit around. I don't really stop to think, I just sprint. They're going to blame this on me, my prints are on his jacket and witnesses would say I was with him and I left with him. There was no evidence on my side, and I have to get out.
My main priority was to get Austin out with me. The price of leaving him here versus bringing him with me overweighed the other. I had to take him with me, I didn't trust dad or anyone here. He'd be safer with me.
