No More Golden Days

Chapter 11

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Dan's Pov...........

The next morning comes with the dread of last night, and the anxiety that someone is trying to get to me. Jason. After last night and the message he sent me I had a mental break down. I replied to him by saying it was late, and that I would see him the following day, which I really don't want to.

He said he was fine with it, and that he was coming over the next morning, so I only had to agree knowing what could follow. I can barely keep my eyes open as I sit up in bed and look out the window, directly across from my bed. My neck and back hurt, as well as my feet which are aching for no reason, or maybe it's the fact I nearly sprinted out of the hospital. After the thought has arisen all I feel is guilt. I shouldn't have left but I didn't know what else to do.

I sit, contemplating my thoughts once more, coming to the agreement that I couldn't do anything for Phil, besides leave him there in good hands. I had looked terrible and would not let Phil see me in that state, only knowing it would probably bring more greif upon him, as if he hasn't had enough already.

I linger out of bed, only wanting the comfort of my bed sheets over my ice cold feet. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom to get ready. I receive another text from Jason, to meet him outside my house in five minutes, I had to hurry.

I quickly throw on a pair of black jeans and a jumper and make my way downstairs. I checked the clock, I only had a few seconds before the five minute mark was up, so I skip food for now. I need to make it to Jason on time, being late with my mother for the past fourteen years of my life, resulted in me being hit and kicked. I couldn't have that happen again.

I carefully open my front door, not knowing if he would be right outside it. When I find that he's not, and that he's standing at the end of my driveway silently waiting I make my way out. I approach him and no one says anything. Once I'm only a couple of feet away I stop, fearing that he will do something to me.

He takes a few steps towards me and embraces me in a hug. I don't respond when he first touches me, I just stand like a breathing statue.

"Hey baby", I am still frozen and can't respond when all I feel like doing is pulling away and getting back under my covers.

He continues whispering little seductive things in my ear and holds me where I am, not letting me escape the embrace. After a couple of minutes, more like ten we pull away. Jason grabs me harshly by the arm and makes me follow, dragging me beside him like a dog.

I don't know where we're going but he continues to walk as I ask numerous questions. He doesn't respond to any I ask, so I give up and keep silent for the rest of the walk.

As soon as we turn the corner onto the next street I instantly recognize this place. This is where Jason brought me the night after I kissed Phil, after Jason tried to rape me I think to myself. We approach his house, with his grip stable on my arm, he's certainly not letting me go. We cross the street, which surprisingly is full of cracks and ditches spaced along the edges. For being such a nice neighborhood, you would think to have higher standards.

As we become closer to his house I can see a few cars parked outside along his driveway. It's not enough cars to be considered a party, but there are quite a few. We make our way up his driveway, his grip still as tight as before. He might think if he lets go I would take off, and he's not wrong, but I probably wouldn't want to find out what he's capable of when he's angry.