Has No Time..

Chapter 13

Lizbeth's POV

The next day at school was hectic for me, even though I knew Eric  goes to North Saint high school I still had the feeling he'd come back and try and kill me. I still don't understand why Ethan saved me; helped me escape from his manic brother. Did he not want to have my blood on his hands? Is he less psychotic than his brother? That's the one thing that won't leave my mind..he saved me, why? Why did he have some consideration in letting me leave? Why didn't he beat me like his brother wanted to? It's not that I wanted to die. I wanted to know why Ethan Anderson didn't kill me?

I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid Aaron. I wanted to see him but I feel like he's observed me so well to know when I'm lying, hiding something, or I'm just not feeling well just by having a full on conversation with me in class the day before yesterday. I knew I was an easy person to read which was something I couldn't stand about myself and I would try really hard not to be so ready to read but I guess that's just who I was after all. I walk into school and saw that no one was by my locker. Thank god. The least I want to do right now is confront someone; yet again talk to anyone just yet.

I walk up to my locker putting in my locker combination was in the middle of getting my locker combination when I felt a hand grip onto my shoulder. I gasped as I turned around to see none other than Irina. She seemed so caught off guard by my reaction. Then again I almost died yesterday, can she blame me?

"Irina...maybe call my name next time?" I asked as I turned around to open my locker

"Sorry...I forgot yesterday you almost died" she said casually. I immediately turned around to give her that look that every best friend gives each other whenever they know one another has said something their not supposed to

"Don't talk about that here...where's Sandra?" I asked trying to change the subject

"I saw her the bathroom, she should be out shortly" she said and yet again I saw Sandra from behind Irina walking towards us

I didn't dress up today, just a usual dark green long sleeve shirt, jeans and my white shoes and my black jacket, hair to the side. I told you I'm not those girls that try to look like they're trying to get their virginity taken away. Even though it was something fiercely taken away from me two years ago and it's something I have to live with for the rest of my life.

I never talked about how I was raped two years ago. None the less I hate that everyone around treats me like I'm so fragile, like I'm weak and they won't tell me because they don't want to break me. That they feel the need to protect me from every guy that wants something to do with me. Like Fernando for example who feels the need to protect me from Aaron like he's not anything like Derek.

I remember that night very well. I remember getting a text from Derek saying he wanted to hang out that Gonzalo and Ricardo were coming along and I agreed. We all hung out and the night that I thought was going to be the best turning out to be the worse fucking one of my life.

Two years ago: TRIGGER WARNING/ RAPE/ SA.

I was sitting in bed on my phone with music on in the background. My mom in the living room talking with my aunt Mia, as they always met up to talk and catch up. I was scrolling through Twitter when I received an iMessage from my boyfriend Derek.

Derek<3:'Hey baby you down for a bonfire tonight with the guys and some friends?'

'Yeah I'm down, I'll get ready'

Derek<3:'Cool see you in a bit'

I put my phone down walking over to my closet across my bed as I slid the doors to the side to see what I could wear after it was chilly tonight but it was a bonfire. I saw the red dress I've never worn since I got it, I grabbed it by the hanger and threw it on my bed. I walked over to my dresser connecting my straightener letting it heat up. I put on my red dress, brown boots and Jean jacket. I walked over to my dresser once more and sat in front of it beginning to curl my hair.