I hopped out of bed along side Parker. I didn't know what to think. I never get to be able to stay happy. Something always ruins it. Something from my past.
Justin. He was an abusive boyfriend. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. In the beginning, everything was perfect. I loved him. He treated me right. He did everything right. Justin was a genuinely caring boyfriend. Then we hit the 6 month mark in our relationship.
He wanted to have sex. I didn't. Sure, I did love him, but I guess I never wanted to be that vulnerable with him. Many of my friends said he was cheating, and I didn't trust him that much after away. He was growing distant with me.
So one night, Justin took me on a date. It was a dinner date at some fancy restaurant. I forget the name. So everything was going well. I was enjoying myself, he was enjoying himself. Then I remember going to the bathroom that night. And that's it. Nothing more.
The next morning, I woke up in my bed with my clothes off. I had no idea what happened. I got up and got dressed for school. I was going to confront Justin at school. I went to school and as soon as people saw me, they started whispering and giving me side looks.
I had no idea what to do. I had no idea what was going on.
Then some girl came up to me and called me a 'slut'. She dropped a picture in my hand. It was a picture of me. Naked. Laying on my bed.
I looked at my arms. There were bruises everywhere. How did I notice this before?
My life was falling apart. I could feel everything breaking. Then, I saw him. I saw Justin. He was smiling with his buddies. I walked up to him and tapped him on the back. He turned around and smiled.
"I see you enjoyed last night babygirl." He said as all his friends laughed.
I got mad. I started yelling.
"You raped me. When I went into the bathroom, you spiked my drink so you could have sex with me since I wouldn't do it with you. You just couldn't take no for an awnser. And you decided to take pictures to 'brag'. What the fuck is wrong with you."
He stared at me. His friends all stared.
I rolled up my sleeve and showed everyone in the hallways all the bruises Justin left.
"We're done you fucking perv. Go rot in hell. And soon to be jail cell." I yelled at him.
Justin grabbed my arm and slapped me across the face. Hard. Right in front of everyone in the hall. I fell to the ground, feeling the hand paint he left on my face. Justin continued to kick me in my ribs and stomach until his friends grabbed him. While his friends had ahold on him, he spit on my face.
"You fucking whore. That's all you are." He yelled at me as he was walking away.
I couldn't feel anything. I was coughing up blood. I was numb. Everyone surrounded me. No one did anything.
I broke down. I started crying. I couldn't hold anything in anymore. Finally, the principal came along with the ambulance.
I got treated for and I was going to be okay. Just a couple broken ribs, and a whole bunch of bruises.
For Justin, he got a juvenile sentence. Only 2 years in juvenile detention. And I guess, the two years were over, because he was out. And he still had it out for me.
That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part is days after the incident, I started having dreams of myself. It was what happened that night. I was going in and out of consciousness. And I still remember Justin to this day. That's part of the reason my mom and I moved. We didn't want to be anywhere near Justin when he got out of detention.
"So that's the whole story?" Parker asked me as he was listening to the whole thing.
"Yeah. Now I guess my information got leaked, and here we are." I joked.
"If I see him, I swear to god." Paker mumbled under his breath.
I smiled a little. We reached my mom's house. I took a breath in. Inhale. Exhale. It's okay. I told myself.
Parker was the first on to walk into the house. It was empty. The lights were on, but no sight of anyone or anything.
That's when I saw it. There was no car in the driveway. My mom wasn't home. She had a doctor's appointment today. And there was the audio track. Right by the phone. My mom was never here. It was just a trap. I told Parker and he caught on. We both ran out of there as fast as possible. Parker slammed the door on the way out. We both hopped into the Jeep and Parker started the car. Suddenly, Justin came running out of the house with a knife. Parker slammed on the gas and we sped out of there.
I called my mom's cell as Parker called the police. My mom awnsered the phone and I tried my best to explain everything to my mom.
Parker was still speeding. He was upset. Anyone could tell. He ended the call with the police.
"They're on the way to find him and arrest him." Parker whispered under his breath.
His face was red hot. I put my hand on his thigh and he looked down. He wrapped his fingers around mine and smiled. He squeezed my hand as I squeezed back. I smiled back at him.
Parker looked up at me. "I love you." He whispered.
I smiled and went to go say it back. Suddenly a tree came out if no where.
"PARKER WATCH OUT!" I screamed.
BAM
-- To be continued:) --
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Trust Issues
Teen Fiction"It is my first day of school. I just recently moved from North Dakota. I left all my friends behind. No one can know about my past. I'm leaving everything behind. It will remain in the past. It will remain in North Dakota."
