Killing For Love

Chapter 55

Megan POV

     I'm abruptly jolted awake by an alarm blaring into my ears.

     I lurch forward, gasping for breath and looking around frantically, trying to figure out where I am.

     It takes a moment to sink in, but soon everything comes crashing back into my memory.

     I'm in the makeup room with Dean....and we're both completely naked.

     "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here." Dean says softly, wrapping his arms around my stomach from behind me, and pulling me closer to his body.

     "We should probably get dressed. It's the end of the day, right?" I ask him, twisting my neck around to look into my boyfriend's eyes.

     Dean nods slowly, looking disappointed, but also knowing that I'm right.

     It only takes a few minutes for us to get fully clothed again, but we can't really do much about our messy hair.

     It finally occurs to me that Jason is still laying by the door, unconscious.

     How ironic, the guy that tried to rape me witnessed me having sex with someone else, yet he doesn't even know.

     Once we're ready, we make sure there's no mess, and everything is where it's supposed to be.

     We leave Jason here, since neither of us know what to do with him.

     Dean and I sneak out of the makeup room, but apparently sneaking isn't necessary, since no one else is in the back room. Still, we quietly leave through the back entrance, and head home without a trace.

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     Dean drops me off at my place, then goes back to his apartment (which I still haven't seen yet).

     The rest of the afternoon goes by relatively normal, that is, until early evening.

     I'm just about to start getting ready for bed, when I hear my mom from downstairs.

     "MEGAN. GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW." She shrieks.

     Now, my mom has a short fuse, so literally anything can make her furious at any time. So I don't really know what I did wrong, it could be a number of things actually (forgetting to do laundry, not emptying out the dishwasher, putting dinner in the oven too early or late, etc.).

     Still, I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach as I leave my room and walk down the stairs. In which a very angry looking mom is standing at the bottom of them, holding her phone in her hand and glaring up at me.

     "Dear Mrs. White," My mom starts to read something off her phone, and my stomach sinks even more. I might know what this is about. "we have come to inform you that your daughter, Megan White, was caught in the Makeup room, which is located in the Drama room, with fellow student Dean Stevens. They were reported to the principal for supposedly having sexual intercourse in that location during the fourth period of the day. The security cameras have been checked, and confirmed this act. Both Megan and Dean will be automatically suspended from school for the following month, effective immediately. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, LVDSB."

     She looks up from her phone, her eyes filled with rage and betrayal.

     "Is this true?" She demands, crossing her arms.

     War breaks out inside my mind.

     One half of me wants to come up with an elaborate lie, so I can talk my way out of this, and not be brutally murdered by my own mother.

     The other half of me knows that I'm already fucked. There's too much evidence against me, and there's no way that I can come up with a convincing lie within the next two seconds and actually pull off my cover story and have good enough acting skills to fool my mom.

     So, I throw myself into the fire, and tell the truth.

     "Yeah, it's true." I say with a sigh, trying to keep my gaze steady with my mom's.

     "What the fuck, Megan?! Why the hell would you do that?!" My mom yells.

     "It's a long story, but basically there was this other guy and-" I start to explain, but she cuts me off.

     "No. I don't give a shit! Tell me why you had sex with your stupid fucking boyfriend!"

     "I'm getting to that, just listen to me!" I nearly yell, starting to get more angry than scared. "There's this guy, Jason. Basically, he tried to rape me, but Dean stopped him. Then one thing led to another, and....well....we went too far I guess."

      "Wait, so, this one boy tried to rape you? And then immediately after you have sex with someone else? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" My mom demands.

     I'm a little surprised that she didn't take even a little bit of pity on me for nearly being forced into sex, but I suppose she has a good point.

     "I-I know it was stu-stupid, I just....I...." I trail off, totally failing at coming up with an excuse, but my voice is breaking anyway, even though I really don't want it to.

     "Am a stupid dumbass slut!" My mom finishes, glaring at me with so much hatred it hurts to look into her eyes.

     My mom has called me many names before, but never has she called me a slut, and that hurts far worse than the trauma she's put me through from a young age.

     She glares at me for a few more intense moments, then finally hisses. "How many times have you fucked this prick?"

     I can handle her calling me names, but when she calls my boyfriend names, that's when I get mad. I also know that I should probably just tell her the straight up blunt truth, even though she might end me immediately after.

     "This is our fourth time having sex." I say quietly, looking at the ground.

     "WHAT?!" My mom bellows, seething with equally matched rage as Dean. "How dare you?! Why the fuck would you let that dick do that to you?!"

     I'm half certain she doesn't even remember my boyfriend's name, not that she even cares.

     "Because I love him! And stop calling him names, he doesn't deserve it!" I yell back, feeling my anger rise.

     "I'll call him whatever the fuck I want! Although, I never want to see that boy again, especially in this house. I swear, if I ever catch you two doing anything, I'll break his neck." She threatens.

     I nearly laugh at that threat. There's no way in all living hell that my mom would be able to kill Dean. I can think of a million different ways he could kill her within five seconds. She wouldn't stand a chance.

     "Don't worry, he'll stay far away from you. But I'm not leaving him, no matter what." I growl, clenching my fists.

     Nothing will ever keep me away from my boyfriend, not even my mother.

     "Then maybe you should stay with him for a while, and don't you dare come back until your suspension is lifted." My mom orders.

     "Fine." I snap, then stomp my way up the stairs and back to my room.

     Once I get everything I need, I text Dean to pick me up at the park.

     I make it back downstairs, and am about to leave the house, when my mom speaks from the kitchen.

     "Oh, and don't come crying to me when you find out you're pregnant."

     "I'm on birth control." I remind her.

     The only response I get is a small, bitter laugh.

     I glare at the corner of the wall where my mom probably is on the other side, then whirl around and storm out of the house with everything I need.

     I then slam the door so hard that it shakes the entire house.