twisted feelings

Chapter Two

Storme’s Point Of View

            My phone screams out my ringtone, Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People, and I run to see who it might be. I am secretly hoping it isn’t Tilar, however when I look down I see his face on my screen. I slide my finger across the lock screen to type in my password; only to see his message, “I’m sorry Storme for the way I acted the way I did earlier today when you told me the amazing news of the conception of our precious child. I was at school around my friends and everyone else. I just thought I would let you know I will be at the appointment with you, because this means more to me than you will ever know. Actually I was wondering if you would like for me to pick you up and we can go together.”

            I sat down on my bed as I let all the emotions flood through my head, “I love seeing that you actually care about this child and hoped you would have the courage to show it. I would love to ride with you and maybe this will be the start of something amazing.”

            “I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind going to dinner afterwards. I would like to set down and talk about everything and our future as parents. I am glad that you took my offer to ride with me; I will be there at 4:30.” He asks as what I am guessing is a peace offering between us.

            I was thinking whether or not dinner was a great idea or not because I don’t want to make the wrong decision. I finally decide to go with an in-between thought, “I don’t mind if we go to dinner afterwards as long as we are only going to talk about the baby. Just because I am pregnant with your child doesn’t mean you have to be with me and take me out or what have you; if you don’t love me.”

            “Roberts got a quick hand, he is looking around the room…” I hear this part of the song play so many times while I am getting dressed. I finally pick it up, “Wear something semi- formal for dinner; I don’t want this to be just another casual dinner. I really do love you but I felt as if I had no choice but to agree with the break up because you always seemed so unhappy and mad at me.

            “Well if you really feel that way I find no reason why we can’t be together any longer. I only broke up with you because some girl named Stacey was threatening me and told me I had to break up with you. It became to much to handle any longer and I had our precious little baby to think about and didn’t want to put it in any more danger.” I cautiously begin texting back with tears in my eyes.

            I begin to redress into something fancier when my phone starts going off; its Tilar again man I really love him. “Will you be my girlfriend again, please I really love you,” I could tell if I was with him right now he would have tears in his eyes also.

            I just can’t live without him any longer and wouldn’t mind us being a more proper family for this little cuddle bug, “Yes, Tilar I would love to and wish you were with me right now. I can’t live without you anymore.”

            “Good cause I am here early, so we could spend more time together. Come answer the door pleaze.” I am laughing the entire time reading this message and walking to the door.

            As soon as I open the door I run into his arm. He picks me up and spins me around as we kiss.

Peyton’s Point Of View

            All I could think of was finding Kensington, my boyfriend, and after running around the school building like a chicken without a head for ten minutes I finally remember that school has been over for three hours. It finally dawned on me that he was at football practice and it ended in less than three minutes, so maybe if I run like hell I might be able to catch him.

            The fact that I was just raped and am now running the pain felt like motherfucking knifes ripping through me. However as I reached the football field I realized it all wasn’t for nothing cause there the most beautiful creature I have ever seen stood. I yell as loud as I could possibly manage and as soon as he laid eyes on me, he began to dart faster than I had ever seen him run; he knows something is wrong.

            “What’s wrong baby girl?” He began trying to ask me through my sobs.

            I am just sitting here trying to calm down enough to tell Kensington what had happened, “I was talking to Storme, about to leave school, when Mr. Rodriguez asked to see me, so I went to his room with him and…” I began to trail off as my sobbing began to get worse. “He… R… Rape…Raped me.” The tears fell heavily now with no stopping to them.

            “I am going to beat the living fuck out of him I swear. I promise, but first I need to get you somewhere away from here,” he is trying not to yell through all of his rage.

            On the way to where ever it is that Kensington was taking me (I couldn’t see or even think about concentrating for the pain and sorrow was too much to bare.) I am telling him the entire story from start to finish, when his rage begins to grow enormously, while he swears under his breathe.

            “I love you baby girl, no matter what, I always will. I swear I will take care of everything, just get some rest,” Kensington expresses sorely.

            With that I start to fall asleep leaning up against his seat and holding his sweet hand.