Trapped

A chance meeting

Trapped
I believed he loved me in his way;
the scars I didn't need to show;
there was nowhere else to go.
I said I was happy to be good girl;
If I only had known,
My words weren't my own.
--Sierra B.Sears

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming, this is a excerpt from my book trapped” Sierra said proudly with a smile. “It's a lovely book Mrs.Sears,” a young man said from the crowd. Her publicist started taking questions from the audience. “How did you get the idea for the story” a lady asked. Sierra smiled to herself before answering, “Trapped is a story based on real life events from my life, so it's basically an autobiography”. “Can you tell us the story” a young man said. “Yes, please tell us” said another person. “Okay, well it all started when I was eighteen……”

22 years ago
5/15/1993

Music played in the background as I danced with my girls. We were at at some house party,hosted by this white boy name Carter. It was our last high school party before graduation next week. I took a break from doing the kid-n-play with my best friend,Veronica,and made my way past a group of boys doing the running man. I headed over to the refreshment table and grabbed some of the punch. I took a sip, seeing that it was spiked, I quickly spat it out. My parents would beat my ass if I came home smelling like alcohol. I backed away from the table and ended up bumping into this guy. I looked up at this 6’2 lightskin nigga with brown dreads and beautiful green eyes. He had on Jean shorts with a white tee and a colorful jacket.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” I apologized to the guy.

“It's fine, I should have been paying attention.” he said.

I smiled before turning away and walking over to my friends, Veronica and Amy.
“Whom were you just talking to?” Amy asked.

“Some guy I bumped into.” I said,shrugging my shoulders.

“Why is he staring at you like he wants you or something?” Amy said, being completely creeped out.
I turned my head to see if she was exaggerating or not, and saw that she was right. He was burning a hole at the my head, I turned my head, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I pushed that feeling to the back of my mind and focused on the party. After dancing for an hour, I decided to call it a night. I walked over to Veronica and asked if she was ready to go, she shooed me away, before turning her attention back to a boy she was hollerin’ at. I rolled my eyes and went outside, hoping to catch a bus home. I walked down the street and sat on the bench by the bus stop.

“Buses do not run after 10.” I heard a voice say behind me. I turned my head and saw it was the guy I'd bumped into earlier.

I huffed before taking out my phone, looking for the number of a cab company. “I can give you a ride, besides you will be waiting a good two hours for that cab.” he said.

I looked up at him before answering,“Thanks but I don't really know you like that, so imma pass”. I got up and started walking back to the party. He grabbed my arm lightly and and looked me in my eyes.

“My name is Jeremy Messer,” he said while smiling,“let me give you a ride,beautiful.” He held his hand out and I took it.

We walked over to his red 1990 acura legend coupe and he opened the door for me. I settled in the seat and waited for him to get in the car, so I could give him directions to my house. I told him where to go and he started driving. We drove in silence, the only noise was the motor of his car. I fixed my attention to the window because I felt him staring at me every once in a while. After driving for an hour, he turned on my street. I told him to park by the playground, I didn't trust him enough to know where I lived. He stopped me before I got the chance to get out.

“May I have your number?” he asked softly. I turned towards him more and shook my head no.

“Sorry, but I don't give my number out to random people, but thanks for the ride.” I said while opening the door.

“Well, can i atleast have your name then?” he called out his window. I studied his face. The least I can do is tell him my name, he did give me a ride after all. I said to myself.

“My name is Sierra.” I said before walking away. I made sure to cut through the the playground, incase he followed me. Five minutes later, I was walking through my front door and was headed up to my room, but was stopped by my mother sitting in the kitchen. She gave the the ‘you're late’ look and I already knew I was grounded. I told her good night and went to my room and got ready for bed. Trying to go to sleep, I couldn't help thinking about Jeremy and those beautiful eyes of his. Is it weird that I want to see him again? I thought before going to sleep.