Tunnel Of Love

Pain from the Past~ Chapter 9

Pain from the Past

AUTUMN’S POV

I ran upstairs with tears on my checks. I heard some arguing going on, but I didn’t care. I got in my room and threw myself on my bed, and cried my eyes out. Have you ever had a feeling of sick, like your stomachs burning, your throat hurts and all you do is cry? Well that’s exactly what I had right now. It’s not so much of what happened like 5 minutes ago…but it’s something that happened in the past. I had a boyfriend, the one that was a jerk, and he would always call me names like that. And---

“Autumn?” I heard someone say.

“Umm yes?”

“It’s Danny can I come in?” I attempted to wipe my eyes, like it would do anything.

“Uh yeah.” And the door opened.

“Can you maybe lock that behind you?” I was crying, and I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I don’t even know why I let Danny in….I was facing my window, so he couldn’t see my face.

“Autumn are you ok?” He said gently.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” I hesitated.

“Can I’m come sit?”

“Sure.” I sighed. He sat on my bed; it was a double bed, so he wasn’t too close.

“Autumn…look at me. Please?” I turned my head to look at him.

“Is this because of James? Because I’ll make sure he never comes near you again!” When he talked, he got angrier.

“Not really….he just reminded me of somebody that I used to know.” As soon as I said that, that song came on my iPod. Danny and I just broke into laughter. He wiped my tears away. He was now sitting next to me.

“Well kind of….but I don’t want to tell you, if you don’t want to listen. I can just call a friend or something.” I couldn’t do that. No one new about this. Not even Rose.

“Autumn, you can tell me.” For some reason I trusted him.

“Ok…just please don’t tell anyone.” I said and looked down. Danny brought his hand to my chin. He   pulled it up so our eyes met.

“I won’t. I Promise.”

“Ok”

“Well two summers ago…I was 14. My dad and step-mom had me go live with my uncle and aunt. I met this person there. He told me that he was only 16. I believed him. For the first 3 weeks everything went fine. This kid…named Keith was well my boyfriend—well I thought. It was perfect, like I was living a dream. He treated me fine and all that stuff. Then it was July 15. This thing happened at the house. I don’t know what it was called, but every other night, adults would come over—“  I was crying my eyes out by now. It was like reliving everything bad that’s ever happened to me. I was shaking.  Well some of the worst things. Danny wrapped his arm around me. I continued.

“They weren’t normal adults. The woman…were well, I guess hookers. I didn’t really understand what was going on. Keith, started treating me differently, he would call me like a bitch, and a slut, and some nights he would hit me—”

“What the hell is wrong with that guy?” Danny sounded so angry. He pulled me close, and my head was on his chest. I was crying less now, so that was good. But I was still shaking. He ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s not done yet.” I said and wiped the tears of my face.

“At the parties, by the way it’s like August now; I knew what was going on. It was where adults would come to drink and get high. The police didn’t even attempt to catch my aunt or uncle. It was a terrible place for kids to live. Adults would gamble, drink, smoke, and some even had guns and knives. It was scary. I would try to go walk around town, but people would just point at me and say “She lives in that one house” So I would just lock myself in my room. When I would pass by the adults in the house, some of the men tried to pick me up. It was disgusting; they were like 30, 40, and 50 years old! So I would lock myself in my room—but the music was so loud. Nothing worked. In the morning I would clean everything up, and smoke a left over joint. I know it’s bad…but whatever. There would be shot glasses everywhere and spilled alcohol. There was no food, it was terrible. Eventually Keith got me to do some drugs and I didn’t want to. I tried to tell him no, but he would just hit me. One day I said no, so he sat on me and wouldn’t let me go…until I did the drug. And he would…try to have uhh…sex with me, and he would be like “I thought you weren’t a child…prove it” and luckily I never gave into him. There was a girl at this house party thing. She was possibly the nicest one there. She cared about me. Her name was Dolly. She would bring me food…and extra clothes, because it got cold at night time…and there was no heat. She was still a hooker…but a really nice one. I cared about her also. She was pretty much the only person I talked too. Then one morning I found her, laying on the kitchen floor, with I don’t even remember—how many pill bottles there were. I was about to call the police, when my aunt woke up, she was hung over, and took the phone out of my hand and yelled at me.” I paused for a minute. Remembering every little detail that happened.