In Deep (rewriting?? )

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This wasn't Lana. I knew it wasn't her, but I just needed someone so desperately to talk to. Someone to listen to me, to help me, because all I could do was cry.

How could Jason do this to me... how could he? He was my first love and he had betrayed me. He did what he said he wouldn't: he said he wouldn't pressure me. He said he loved me. I sound like such a baby, crying over this.

"Ummmmmmm, shhh shhh, you'll be okay?" the voice on the other end of the phone tries to assure me. The voice that had just listened to me sob uncontrollably for a minute straight. Kill me now.

"Ummm hi," I reply meekly between hiccups, trying to control myself and save the little sliver of dignity I have left.

"Hello there,"their voice responds with a sigh. "Are you okay? What happened?" Those two last words sent me into yet another breakdown. Thinking about the one boy I have loved for so long betraying me in a drunken state.

"Okay, shhhh" he says, attempting to calm me down. "Can you get home?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the shifting of blankets in the background as if he had sat up from his bed.

"No, I reply, I'm-I'm at a resort," I respond, playing with the grains of sand in my fingers, feeling the tears streak down my face. God, I was a mess.

"Can you get to your hotel room?" the voice questions again.

"Yes," I say.

"Okay, good. Let's start getting you there," he replies and I pick my pathetic self off of the sand. Quickly dusting off my legs, I start to walk. I hear the sound of his gentle breathing on the other end.

"I'm sorry for calling you," I say, kicking a rock in my path, shivering at a cold wind that blows right through me. "I was trying to call my friend and I think I dialed the wrong number."

"You think?" he questioned with a short laugh. "It's okay... let's just make sure you get to your hotel safe, alright?"

"Alright," I respond, looking down at my shoes.

"Do you want to talk about it, or tell me what's wrong?" he asked me, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I... he... he tried to-to touch me," I say, a stray tear finding its way back down my cheek.

"Who? Who tried to touch you?" he asked, sounding concerned. Why would he be concerned? He even know me.

"I-I really shouldn't say. But he is... was my boyfriend." I say, kicking another rock in my path, realizing that I had basically just ended my first real relationship. Wow, my first relationship that lasted for one week. How pathetic.

"Can I ask why don't you want your boyfriend touching you?" he asked, the sound of shifting in the background again. "Because... he was drunk, and we had only been going out for a week, and I-I'm just not ready for that," I reply, surprised at how honest I was being with the complete stranger. "I'm so pathetic. Am I just overreacting?" I ask, my tears starting to stream down my face once more.

"Wait, wait, wait-- no one said you were pathetic! And no. You are not overreacting at all. If you do not want to be doing certain things, then he should respect that." he says quickly.

"Yeah, I guess. I don't know... I guess the slap really hurt." I say, wincing a little as I brushed my hand over my still-tender cheek.

"He slapped you?!" mystery boy whisper-yelled over the phone.

"Yeah, when I tried to get him off me," I said, looking up and seeing the light of the hotel at the end of the path.

"Are you safe now?" mystery boy asks, concern etched into his voice. "Is he gone?"

"Yeah, " I reply, "I ran away after I kneed him in the nuts. Oh god..." I say bringing a shaking hand to cover my mouth. " I have to see him tomorrow. I still have two more days of being here" I cry.

"Shh," the voice on the other side of the phone says, attempting to calm me. "You can talk this through with him."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Or don't talk to him at all, if you don't want to. He doesn't deserve your time."

"I-I guess..."

"But if he tries anything on you, and I mean even if he glances at you the wrong way, I-," he says, but never finishes. He takes a deep breath and continues, "If he tries anything and you need someone to talk to, I will be here and my ringer is always on.

If you really feel unsafe, you tell me and we will figure it out, okay? Also, call me after you see him tomorrow if you'd like-- I am here to talk to." he finally finishes.

"Okay, why are you so nice? I don't even know you. What if you're a murderer, or I'm a murderer?! " I reply, a little thrown off by his offer.

"I don't think either of us are murderers. And this is harmless, it's just over the phone," he says, easing my concern.

"I guess... I just feel like I'm talking to a total stranger about really personal things," I tell him. "By the way, I'm back at the hotel," I say.

"Okay, are you going to bed?" he asks.

"Yeah, as soon as I get to my room. I'm just in the elevator," I say as I press my floor number. The doors close and it is silent other than the breathing on the other side of the phone and the weird music playing in the elevator.

"Are you still crying?" he asks.

"No-no" I stutter, as I walk into my room. A room where Jason remembered my coffee order and surprised me on my first day. The place I got ready for our first date. A tear falls again as I close my bedroom door and crawl into bed.

"That's a lie." he says, "I hear you," he states, followed by me sniffling, as I shove my head into my pillow. "Do you want me to help you fall asleep?"

"How?" I ask, sure that I would never fall asleep on this horrible night. With that question, he starts to hum and then starts to sing, and surprisingly, I am asleep within the minute.

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