About Last Night

Chapter 3

*Warning this chapter talks about sexual abuse 

High School: Part 3

Paul was driving me home, it was an awkward drive back but it had nothing to do with him. The feeling I felt right now was amazing I just had a lot on my mind. I felt scared, happy, amazing, tired. I looked out the window looking at all the trees passing by I knew he noticed my facial expression he knew how I felt. He grabbed my hand softly, "Cassie are you okay," I turned to look at him placing my other hand on his "If you think I regretted this, I don't. There's just a lot on my mind but it has nothing to do with you" I looked into those beautiful blue eyes, a smile appearing on his face he lifted his hand with mine placing a kiss on them. I looked back staring outside looking at the stars admiring the view. After a few minutes, we came to a halt I turned to him leaning over to his seat placing a kiss on his cheek. "Remember this night was a night to remember" I reminded him. I placed my hand on the handle when I felt his arm pull me towards him placing a kiss on my lips "Remember it felt the same for me, I will never forget this" I smiled exiting the passenger seat. I checked quickly to see if my brother was home but he wasn't, I walked toward the front door turning back one last time. I could see him staring at me from his car, I blew him a kiss turning around once again entering my house. I didn't even fully enter when I received a text from him {Ill see you on Monday ;)} I smiled looking into my screen. {Goodnight Paul} I texted back. I felt my phone vibrate once again but ignored it. I walked up to my room, opening my closet door grabbing some comfortable clothes. With an exhausted sigh, I walked into my bathroom turning the water on. I waited there,  waiting for the water to heat up. Standing there thoughts started to flood my mind I began to question myself, did I make the right decision by sleeping with paul. A tear began to fall from my face, I stepped into the shower with the warm water hitting my back. Why was I feeling this way, I liked him he was so sweet and gentle. Then everything came to me this must be a dream this truly did not happen. Memories started to flow into my mind I couldn't visually see everything but I saw roger laying on top of me I didn't know what he was doing but he was touching me sexually. For sure we didn't have sex but he did sexually abuse me. I sat down inside my shower crying, how was this possible I asked myself. That's why I felt scared, my body every time paul would touch me, it would remind itself of that day. I liked paul but how was I going to tell him about this. would I even be able to?

I stepped out of the shower looking at myself in the mirror, touching every single part of my body reminding me of the beautiful things that happened today. Paul made me happy and that's all that mattered. I walked to my bed laying down and drifted off to sleep. 

The weekend had passed quickly, paul texted me every morning and I did the same. I missed him, and finally, Roger was off my mind all I could think about was the night of passion paul and I spent together. The night had passed, I was getting ready for Monday when finally I realized what time it was. I need to go to sleep, I quickly put my clothes by my drawer laying down, and finally drifting off to sleep. I began to have this crazy dream, what was this dream I was having. It couldn't be "Roger stop, please...I'm begging you please stop" I cried waking up from my dream. Why after all this time is he still taking a hold of my life, I wiped my tears quickly looking at my clock. No, I'm late, I got up running to my closet choosing something to wear, running with my clothes to the restroom I undressed myself putting the new clothes on me.  I could hear my mom calling out my name "Cassie, Paul is waiting for you" I grabbed my shoes running down the stairs almost falling. I kissed my mom goodbye I could hear my brother telling my mom "Why is Paul giving her a ride," he got up watching me run out the door "He offered" she replied. I walked outside and saw him leaning on his car. He looked so hot he was wearing a blue teeshirt with black ripped jeans and white vans. I tried fixing my hair but he just stood there smiling "Late, I see" I felt so embarrassed but continued to walk towards him. He opened the door and tried to lean in for a kiss but I stopped him