What He Did

Chapter Four

The television buzzes as I slip through the channels, not entirely looking for something to watch, but trying to waste a little time. As usual, there is nothing on any of the channels, but honestly, what can you expect from cable. An entire week has gone by, and I haven't heard from Steph and the guys. I'm usually with them twenty four seven, so Mom has been finding it odd that I've been home so much, which is why I'm currently forcing myself to watch MTV shows. After I locked myself in my room for two days after I got home the other morning, Mom began to ask questions, so I had to put on a little show. I don't see why she cares when she spends all of her time smoking in her lair.

I can't sit long without thinking about Saturday night. It's constantly creeping into my mind. As I sit on the couch with my knees tucked under my chin, it all comes crashing in.

(FLASHBACK: Saturday Night)

"Tara, will you be okay staying here?"

"I'm FINE! Just be careful."

Ben sits Steph up in back because she starts saying she feels sick and passes back out. Just as he starts pulling away, she begins puking all down the side of her car.

I sit under the stars and drink the rest of my last beer. Throwing it into the fire when I'm done. I've lost count at this point how many I've had. I'm still coherent, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't walk to save my life. Right now, all I wanna do is sleep.

I sit in front of the fire in the chilly air, soaking up the warm glow of the flames. It's a beautiful night, I got to spend it with my friends, and I'm feeling fantastic. I lean my head back to gaze at all the beautiful stars that are going to be my heavenly roof tonight, when all of a sudden I fall backwards and I'm laying on my back.

Great. I just lay there and take deep breaths, enjoying the crisp cold air filling my lungs and soothing my burning stomach. I'm so numbed by alcohol at this point that I can't feel anything, how cold it is, the warm fire, the hard ground beneath my back like a slab of concrete, nothing.

I just lay there mesmerized by the blanket of stars above my head. We're so far away from any town out here, that the stars are completely visible, and it's goregeous. It seriously has got to be freezing out here, because my back is actually going numb from being pressed against the ground. Have you ever been so drunk that you can't walk, let alone move, but you can think completely clearly? This is the downside to my getting drunk. No matter how far I take it, I can never turn my mind off. Sure, I get a little more carefree and lose inhibitions, but my mind is constantly flowing. I don't dread on everything like I would if I were sober though, which I guess is a plus.

My mind is buzzing when out of nowhere I hear someone clear their throat. I look around and finally notice him standing over by Ben's truck smoking a cigarette. How did I not notice him? The ember glows as he stares back at me with a hint of a smirk on his face. I try sitting up, finally giving into my body.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ben asked me to keep an eye on you while they went to town."

"Oh... okay I guess."

I finally manage to sit up and sit cross legged to the best of my ability, which somehow manages to be not that convincing. My legs are kind of in a v, but I'm sitting up and that's all that matters to me at the moment. I continue staring into the fire while he smokes his cigarette. I wish I could have one, but I probably wouldn't be able to hold it without burning myself and frankly, it's just not worth it.

"I think I hear coyotes. We should probably get in the truck."

"Ben has a 22 in the backseat. Just shoot at 'em if they come up here."

"No, I really think we should get in the truck, Tara." He argues with me a couple more minutes and I start to get frustrated.

"You're such a pussy. They're just coyotes."

I finally flip over and crawl a little ways to the cooler and use it to help me up. Feeling somewhat steady, well as steady as I'm going to be, I start the short walk over to Ben's truck. I try to go to the driver's door, but he guides me to the passenger side. He opens the door and tries to help me up into the truck, but I tell him I can do it myself. After what seems like forever, I sit myself on the seat and start trying to slide over. He helps me the rest of the way into the middle and then hops in and shuts the door. At some point before I got in here, he's turned on the truck and warmed it up a little, I hear the soft melody of the radio humming low. The only light in the truck is coming from the moon outside the windshield, and the bright LED lights in the buttons illuminating the radio display. i wonder when Ben will be back? What's taking so long? I hope Steph ---- My thoughts are interrupted by a hand on my thigh. I look down and notice it's not mine.

"What are you doing?" I get no reply.

"Stop touching me." I try shoving his hand away, but he just puts it right back.

"I said stop!" I try shoving him away again, but he tightens his grip onto my inner thigh and doesn't budge. He slowly starts moving up. I lean over to the left and try to crawl over to the driver's seat, but he just tightens his grip even more, and pulls me back to the middle.

"NO! Don't touch me! Please, no!!" He holds me in place and starts going up even more, getting close to the top of my inner thigh. Tucking hsi head into the nape of my neck, he holds me up and I start trying to hit his arm and back, but the alcohol is starting to make me more and more tired, and my seemingly strong hits I thought I was giving him were merely nothing. He turns my legs toward him so I'm facing him, and I'm fighting as much as I can to stay facing forward. He begins to reach for the top of my jeans, and roughly pushes my shirt up. Holding my wrist from hitting him he starts rubbing the last place I want him touching. I continue to tell him no and to stop touching me and he doesn't listen. I start to feel more and more hopeless as my body gets closer and closer to passing out.

He's just about to shove his hand down into my pants, when he freezes and tries to move away from me. I look at him like he's lost his mind when he says that he saw someone walking around the truck. The door opens up and I look at my savior, Ben. His eyebrow raised and head cocked to the side, he shakes his head and hops into the truck. I immediately scoot over towards Ben to get away from my perpatrator. I'm so gone at this point I can't hold myself up, so I lay my head on Ben's shoulder. I ask Ben if everyone got to town okay and then everything fades away..

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I know, I didn't include his name yet. I'm going to pull the story out and let her life go on a bit and then it'll come out. Thanks for reading!! ^.^

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