Chapter 9

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(Flashback Sequence)

Okay so that was the best birthday gift ever. The worst is yet to come.

 

            As I walk Kyle into my mini dorm sized apartment, a smile couldn’t help but escape from my lips. At last I had Kyle and Kyle had me. What more was there to ask? As he sat the flowers down on my desk, he took a seat next to me on my futon. I went to change the channel on the television but he beat me to the remote. He flipped off the TV and turned to look at me.

 

            “Happy Birthday, Sydney Dawson,” he said slightly leaning towards me. I started to babble about something idiotic like I normally do when I’m nervous. But Kyle shut me up. My first kiss. It was simply magical; just like a first kiss should be. But it wasn’t long before things turned horribly wrong.

 

            The next thing I knew, he was tearing at my clothes, violently ripping them off my body. I tried to push him away, but he was a lot stronger than me. I tried to scream, but his hand was already over my mouth.

 

            The next part I call luck. Some might call it a curse. He hit me over the head and I fell unconscious. My luck was that I was not awake while he finished his fiasco.

 

            When I did wake up, I was lying on the ground, my clothes torn and tattered. My whole body ached and my head hurt more than anything had ever hurt before. And then it hit me. Kyle had raped me.

           

            As I let that thought sink in, I dragged my bruised and battered body up onto my bed, wrapped myself up in a blanket, and cried. I cried at my stupidity, I cried from the pain. I cried for my sanity. But most importantly, I cried because I realized that my life would never even come close to being a warped little fairytale. And as the last thought sunk in, I fell asleep wishing that I would never wake up again.

 

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            As I try to comprehend the words on the paper in front of me, my heads start to spin. Apparently me father had remarried leaving a trail of not only alcohol usage, but also abuse to his past girlfriends. I guess I wasn’t his only victim after all. But now he claimed to have given up the alcohol and physical violence. I’ll believe that when I see it.

            I also learned that he has a step-daughter – my step-sister. Weird. Summer was 20 and a product of my dad’s current wife. Apparently Summer’s biological father had left her and her mom, Karen when she was 2.

            So now on top of meeting my dad, I have to meet Karen and Summer also. Oh, the joys of being me.

            Lightheaded, I look up at Luke. “I think I need some air,” I manage to mumble as I break for the door. Once outside, I find a bench and sit down. I begin to analyze everything I’ve just learned. My dad has changed. He no longer escapes into alcohol and hits the people he’s supposed to love so that’s a plus. He has a new wife and a 20 year old step-daughter. Cool. As if my life didn’t have enough plot twists already.

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