Saving Megan

Chapter 5

     The only thing I remember about the next day had been that Hunter and I scavenged the internet for songs he could play and that I could sing. We actually sounded really good together, it made us both happy. I didn't have to stand up there alone, and Hunter didn't have to tell his Dad that he played guitar in all of his spare time but that he was helping out a friend. We asked Ms. Green about it and she said that it'd be something nice to hear next week and that she couldn't wait. So it was settled, we were partners and we'd take over the choir room during free period.

The other thing I remember about that Wednesday was the absence of Mr. Bad Boy in math class. Again. He hadn't switched out because Mrs. Turner still called his name every day then marked him absent. Nick was avoiding me and he went so far as to nearly fail math. I convinced myself that I repulsed him and he didn't want anything to do with me. Who would? After what happened before being put into foster care, I felt like I'd never love anyone and no one could love someone, something, as disgusting as what I'd become. . . and that's all I remember. But Thursday, god I'll never forget that Thursday.

The day had started off normal, it went like any other day at Plainwell High School. My routine didn't get off track till school had ended. But yeah, I had my lunch, I practised with Hunter, Nick didn't show up for Calc and I followed Sass to the last day of volleyball tryouts. Friday we'd find out who'd made the team but at this point it was obvious. A majority of the girls quit after that first day so the ones who were left were basically on the team. I'd begun to gain a tolerance to the soreness of everyday practise so I wasn't complaining much anymore which made my tall, brunette friend happy.

Our drill went off for the last time that day and Coach Morgan dismissed us. By now the students left on the team didn't bother to shower but just go home and do it then so it was usually just me. I took a minute before getting in the shower to check my phone for any messages from Jessie or Kevin, but had nothing. Which meant Kevin would either be getting us food or Jessie had something cooked for dinner.

"I'm headed home, see you in the morning Meg!" My green eyed best friend shouted towards me on my way to the back of the locker room.

"Kay. See ya!" I replied.

So then it was just me and the cold water down my back, the one I didn't show to anybody. To keep it cool in our locker room we kept the lights off so the only light I had was the one dim, about to die, light above me. I ran my fingers through my long, brown, wet hair a few times and washed over my body before I turned off the water. With my deep blue towel snuggled around me I made my way from the back of the room towards the front, but by only taking a couple of steps a creak echoed around me.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I asked out loud, I thought maybe it was just a janitor or Coach about to lock up but no one came forward.

My feet felt squishy against the hard floor and the whole atmosphere seemed to drop, the temperature feeling 20 degrees lower to me. I glance back at the showers and that one dimly lit area then turned to begin walking to my locker but someone stopped me. I lept back in surprise.

"God dammit, Ross!" I exclaimed holding my towel. My heart moved at over 90 miles per hour, my palms were getting sweaty, but I tried to play it off with a playful chuckle. "You scared the crap outta me."

Nothing. No words. No emotion in his face. Ross, the tall, bulky, blonde, boring brown eyed boy, walked towards me and every step he took I took two backwards. We did this dance until I had my back against a wall and Ross stood over me. His body cast a dark, recognizable shadow on me and I began to feel several feet shorter.

"I haven't scared you yet." He smirked.

My eyes widened as I suddenly got afraid. I thought I'd gotten past this, this abuse. The terror. The being terrified with every move I made, every word I said. Ross rammed his lips onto mine and pushed his hands onto the towel that hid my body. Hot tears streamed down my face and I had that feeling again, hopelessness and the numbingness. It all just made me feel lik-like I was already dead. And that I had been for a long time. I tried, I fought. But I could barely move, so I bit down with my teeth onto my attacker's bottom lip. I tasted the metallic flavored liquid in my mouth as Ross pulled back.