The entire drive home was nothing but complete and utter silence. I was in pain in my lower region; I had cried my eyes out; my friends, and not to mention my parents, are going to want to know what's wrong with me. Tonight didn't go the way I wanted it to at all. Chresanto almost seemed to be having a harder time than I was because when we parked in front of our house, he just sat in the car for a little while. He punched the steering wheel making the car's horn honk and he put his head down, letting some tears fall. It may have been dark in the car, and I know I didn't hear his sobs, but I know he cried. I can tell he blames himself, but he shouldn't. The only person who should feel guilty is myself. I should've been more cautious of my surroundings. I'm the one who's at fault here...
Chresanto raised his head up and sighed deeply as he sniffled and rubbed his eyes. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out to come get me. Once he picked me up the way he did before, he locked his Bugatti, and walked around to the back door of our house. He crept inside, being careful not disturb anyone in the house. Chres rushed me upstairs and sat me in the bathroom on the toilet seat.
"I'll be back," he assured me and walked off.
A little bit later, Chresanto came back with a change of clothes for me; he brought in a tank top, boxer shorts, socks, a sweatshirt and sweatpants. They weren't mine, and you could tell.
"Mom and Dad aren't home," he mentioned with a sigh of relief.
I haven't said a word since we got back from the party, so why should he expect something now?
"Kay Kay, c' mon," Chres pleaded, "I know you don't really want to say anything right now, but we have to get you cleaned up."
Chres and I used to take baths together when we were little kids, but we're not kids anymore. We're teenagers now, so even if he was hesitant, he attempted to take off my shirt and get me cleaned up, but I flinched when some of the slightest moves he made resembled Daniel's when he did what he did to me.
My eyes widened when I saw his face in Chresanto's and I pushed him away from me into the wall. I brought my legs up on the seat and hugged my knees, sitting in a fetal position. I sobbed silently to myself, but Chres knew from the start that I was crying my eyes out. He placed his arms around me to comfort me. I got out of the position I was in and cried into Chresanto's shirt. He rubbed my back and kept reassuring me that everything was going to be all right, but how does he know that?
I was just raped! Even if Daniel did use a condom, I heard it break in the midst of my screams! I could've contracted something or even gotten pregnant for all he knows!
"Kayden, please stop crying," Chresanto requested. "I hate to see you sad. I know I wasn't there for you at the time, but I won't let anything happen to you again. I promise."
I pulled away as he wiped the tears off my cheeks. He placed a kiss on my forehead as I rubbed my eyes and sniffled.
"I don't want to see anymore tears, all right?"
I nodded. He helped me off the toilet seat and started up the shower. Before he walked out, I grabbed his hand and tugged on it lightly. Like a child afraid of the dark, I just looked up at him with pleading eyes. Chresanto looked back down at me and furrowed his eyebrows.
