A New World (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 23

According to the doctors, I was out for an entire week, which was a surprise in itself. The shock was expected considering that Kyle, the mysterious bastard, is the source of all my pain but the way my mind responded was completely astounding and horrifying, they said. According to them, my mind shuts off when it receives unwanted signals-fear, dread, pain,etc.- from certain stimuli. The drawbacks are that I'm out for a week, or longer, and prior to said unconsciousness, I fall into a completely catatonic state that leaves me vulnerable to whom or what ever caused the shock. Sounds turn to silence and my vision goes black, so basically I'm done before the thing/person has a chance to reach me. How the doctors find that "astounding" is beyond me.

It's all pretty fucking terrifying.

I have no control over myself and basically anyone can manipulate me if they set off the right alarms, which are beyond me knowledge. Will anyone resembling Kyle send me into the same state or is it just Kyle?

Sighing heavily, I finally decide to get out of bed and out of the house. I've been here two days and already I wish that I was someplace else. Anywhere but here actually. The instant I got home, I was welcomed with the stale scent of beer mixed with the unmistakable must of anger. There on the couch was the waste of space Samantha calls her husband, drinking his life away. I snorted which only won me a smack in the back of my head, making me slightly dizzy but Samantha didn't show any signs of regret or apathy.

Great home life, I tell ya.

Throwing on my sweats and a long sleeve T, I grab my keys and head for the door. Quinn and Luke are at their fathers for the week so I don't have to worry if they'll be alright without me. Hopping in my truck, realization hits me.

I don't have anywhere to go.

It's Saturday and basketball practiced, which I missed, ended two hours ago, leaving me with nothing to do. No place to go. I couldn't call up Jen on the soul fact that I was stilling working on myself. She deserved more than an unstable, emotionally bare train wreck. Dahlia, on the other hand, has read and ignored every message I've sent her, so that's just peachy and Lauren can't even stomach me right now, let alone stand me. I don't blame her. Hell, I can't blame anyone for not wanting to deal with me.

Pulling out of my drive way, I drive aimlessly until I reach the one place that never disappoints. Sue's cafe.
She knows about Kyle and sure as hell wouldn't let him slip through the cracks twice. Or so I hoped.
Stepping out, I hurry into the cafe, waiting for warmth to wrap it's arms around me. Making my way to me normal spot I barely notice the five girls sitting huddled together in a booth. Staring right at me. Pulling my hood up involuntarily, I keep walking till I'm at my spot, shielded form their accusing glares.

Why were they here?

Forgetting their presence completely, I wait patiently for my waiter to arrive and to my dismay, it's Rick. His shirt, about three sizes too small, is prepared to rip free from his hulking arms any second now, just waiting for the right moment. He looks significantly less creepy than our last encounter which is a blessing, though his crooked smile still throws me off. Finally reaching my table, his smile never fading, he takes a seat, seeming relaxed in my presence.

"God, I'm so sick of these people!" He grumbles out as he rests his head on the cool table surface.

"Rough day?" I ask, already knowing the answer to my own question.

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe half the people that work here. I'm amazed that my grandmother would let these scumbags within ten feet of her establishment." Leaning back in his chair, he let's out a frustrated sigh.

Without even realizing what I was doing, my mouth worked before my brain, "You're Sue's grandson?" It comes out distasteful, which was my last intention but it's too late to turn back now. As I wait for an angry reaction, I search his face for any sign of hurt or anger but come up short. Instead, he chuckles, rubbing the stubble underneath his chin.