The first few minutes of the drive were quiet. No radio, no taking, just occasional coughing or shifting. It was good and bad that it was this quiet. It was good, because I wasn't pressured to talk about it, but it was bad because my mind is a dangerous place sometimes. I shouldn't give it this much power over me, but I can't make it stop.
"I heard what happened..." He broke the silence, moving a little uncomfortably. "What were you fighting about?"
I took a long ass deep breath before responding with, "She didn't believe me."
"About- Mark?" He questioned, and I just nodded slightly, a little embarrassed about the whole situation.
The tears returned, threatening to fall, but I pushed them back. There is no way in hell I was going to cry in front of Damien. "I showed her the bruises, I gave her the proof. The crazy thing is, he asked her out. What if he hurts her Damien? It'll be my fault." My words probably sounded like gibberish, but that was the least of my problems.
He glanced over at me, and quickly pulled over. The tension he was building up radiated off him like a fire. I was a little scared to be honest, of course though, I would never show it.
"It's her loss if she doesn't believe you Ree. It will be in no way your fault if she gets hurt. That's all on her. Obviously she doesn't deserve you as a friend if she is going to act this way. You did what you could to stop her! There is nothing else you can do." He slightly yelled at me, I could sense all the anger he was holding back.
Why does he care? He isn't supposed to. It just make shutting people out harder. They start to care, and you just become a problem to them. Well, I am going on a date with the guy, so I mean he must have some feelings, but what if they are fake? What if this is just a dare or a laugh with his friends to humiliate me? It's a possibility, but if that's the case, why is he so angry at Manny? She's probably in on it too. Maybe by yelling at me almost blew their cover, so he's mad at that. Or... This isn't some prank at all. He does care, he is angry at Manny for not believing me.
The struggle in my mind is real.
Time passed, and his heat level went down, and he was semi-calm once again. Damien's shoulders rolled back, his grip on the wheel loosened, and his clenched face sculpted into a softer one.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you..." He apologized in a mumbled tone, "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. It was that bastard's fault, he thought he could mess with you..." I felt his temper rising, his face reddening. All I could think to do was place my hand on his arm, and hope for the best. Surprisingly, it worked. My eyes widened as his tension went completely away within seconds.
Damn, I'm Elsa with cooling down powers.
One side affect was it was completely awkward removing my hand, and basically the rest of the silent ride.
It wasn't long before we reached my house, and what was in front of it was horrifying. Police cars crowded around my driveway and yard. The bright lights of blue and red flashed, almost blinding me. My eyes wandered to Damien, my face plastered with a confused look.
My hand pulled the handle and I climbed out of the low car. My feet slightly jogged over to the nearest police officer.
"Wh-what happened? Is my mother okay? What's happening?" I bombarded the man with questions.
"Who are you?" He asked me, Damien coming up behind me.
"I am Rhea Williams, and this is my house. My mother is Kimberly Fawn." I sputtered.
My eyes drifted to an ambulance pulling up. "What's happening?!" My voice was shaky and obviously scared.
"Calm down miss, how well do you know Molly Kindle?" He'd question me, pulling out a notepad and pen.
"Molly?" Oh no... I knew I should've reported this... My head was struck with a sprinting migraine. "S-she's my friend... Is she alright?"
Once again, Damien tensed up behind me, but this time, that wasn't my main concern.
"When was the last time you saw Miss. Kindle?" His hand scribbled a few things on his notepad, not taking another glance at me.
"Last week, I think Monday... Yeah, Monday, she told me about a guy she met at the party... I went to her house this past Monday, but no one was there." I was still terrified, what the hell is going on?
"Alright, Miss Kindle is okay, and your mother..." He'd check his notebook, "Is also okay, she is right inside." He'd pause. "So basically, your mother was making lunch when a series of rapid knocks pounded on her door." He'd flip to another page. "She answered to a very beat up, and injured girl, who we have identified as Molly Kindle. Your mother then called us, and Molly is on her way to the hospital."
I cry of relief left my lips as I praised the luck of this situation. "Who did this to her?"
"She hasn't talked yet, but we were hoping you could answer that. Who around her could've done this?" He interrogated.
My mind searched through the files scattered in it. Molly... Molly... MOLLY! It hit me like a truck. The guy she met at the party, the 20 year old!
"We went to a party two Fridays ago, she met a guy there, she never said his name, but I knew he was like 20. She liked him very very much, but that's the only person I could think of."
He took what I said and wrote it down onto his notepad. "Alright Miss Williams, that's all the questions I have for now, you may go to your mother now."
I quickly nodded and reached for Damien's hand, I didn't even realize what I did until his palm held onto my own. I shook the thought out of my mind and walked hand-and-hand with him into my house.
My mom sat cross-legged in the middle of the sofa, a policeman sitting across from her on my grandmother's arm chair.
The creek from the door opening sent her eyes whipping to us. Her body immediately sprinted up and ran to me, pulling me into a tight hug. My hand felt the warmth from Damien's hand leave it and yearned for it to return.
When mom was done squeezing the life out of me, she stepped back and wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Mom what happened?" I shivered at the events of today. Damn it was a bad day.
She sniffled her runny nose and started, "I was let off early today, since I spent so much time there. I had just turned on The Bachelor and a scream followed by dozens of knocks came from the door." She paused and took a few deep breaths. "I ran to it, and there was a teenage girl, bruises covered her, she was bleeding." Tears ran down her cheeks as she spoke. Once again, in that pause, a dreamy warmth flooded my fingers. He held my hand. "I helped her in and called 9-1-1. She choked out her name and within thirty minutes the police and ambulance were here. They loaded her in and-" She took another pause to let the tears flow. "It reminded me of you baby, I was terrified. All I saw in that girl was you hon, it brought me back to that night-" I cut her off, removed my hand from Damien's and threw myself onto her.
"Mom that won't happen again, I promise. That girl is my friend, Molly. She had been missing for about a week. I love you mom, I'm so sorry for that night... I was so stupid." Tears fell as I clutched onto my mom like a life vest. After a few awkward moments, I pulled away and looked to Damien. He was obviously lost in thought as he stared at us.
I had some explaining to do.
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Teen Fiction"I know what you did Ree." "You are a whore like everyone is saying you are. Are you proud of what you have done? Everyone was right. You are a worthless piece of trash." "You can't be a slut and expect to be liked." "You aren't welcome here anymor...
