Vapor

Chapter Five

Hey guys! I was going to go to bed, but couldn't until I finished writing this... I'm super proud of this chapter actually... Let me know if I'm doing well with it! I'm so in love with the story line I chose for this that it hurts.

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I woke up early the next morning and made myself breakfast like usual. A bowl of cereal while I sat at the table in my pj's. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun and I hadn't even put on a bra yet when Topper walked into the house. It's not like walking into each other's houses was uncommon, but there was usually some type of warning. Plus, after what happened last night, he was kind of the last person I wanted to see right now.

"Hey, we need to talk," he said. I looked around, scolding him for just walking in. I rolled my eyes knowing that I couldn't talk down here with him. I put my bowl in the sink, suddenly losing my entire appetite and dragged him upstairs. I had him sit on my bed as I changed in my closet. "You didn't tell anyone about last night right?"

"That's what this is about?" I asked. If I rolled my eyes any harder they would disappear inside my head. "No, Topper. I didn't tell anyone."

"Kay, cause Sarah cannot find out we kissed," he said.

"We?! You kissed me, Topper!" I said. I walked out of the closet, ready for the day. I stared at him, obviously hurt. "You took my first kiss! I didn't kiss you!"

"I was drunk! And you were all sad! What was I supposed to do?" he snapped back. My jaw dropped at his behavior. He's never treated me like this. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Just don't tell Sarah."

"Why is it always about Sarah?" I asked, my anger becoming pain. I walked towards him, trying to get my point across. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah! That's all you talk about and yet you kissed me. Nothing is ever your fault and do you even love Sarah or do you like the idea of this perfect girl with the perfect life. You've barely even dated her and you're telling her you love her! It's ridiculous!"

I felt his hand hit my cheek. It wasn't a hard slap, but it hurt me on the inside. He was yelling at me to shut up as my jaw dropped, I reached up to touch my cheek and all the anger melted away. I watched as his expression changed. I watched as he reached forward to touch where he had hit me, but I stepped away from him. My dad heard the commotion and opened my door to check on us. I stood there holding my cheek and my dad knew what had happened. He told Topper to get out. He told him not to show his face around our house. Topper left in a hurry as my mind ran with thoughts.

I was crying. The metal chair was cold on my legs. The zip ties were tight and my arms hurt. I cried for my mother. I cried for JJ. No one was near me though. The creepy man had left the room and I screamed so loudly, hoping anyone would hear me. He came back though. He raised his hand and I felt it make contact with my small cheek. He didn't mean to hurt me though, he just wanted to scare me. He wanted me to be quiet. I told him I wanted my mom. He said I wouldn't see her for a while and duct taped my mouth. He told me only good, quiet girls get loved. Quiet girls.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. My dad approached me slowly and asked if I was okay. I nodded and looked at him. He was worried. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything, but that day. I thought about JJ. He always made me feel better. My dad asked me if I needed anything and I told him I was just going to go see a friend. I wanted to go see Kiara.

When I tried her house, no one was home. I knew what this meant. I headed to the chateau and knocked on the door. Pope and Kie were inside, but no sign of JJ or John B. I laid in the spare bedroom with Kie and chatted about what had happened.

"He kissed you?" she asked shocked. I nodded and explained to her how he took my first kiss. How he played it off like nothing and it was only because he was drunk. It hurt. "God, what an asshole." "You haven't even heard the best part..." I muttered. I proceeded to explain to her the events of this morning and her mouth gaped.