Chapters
-The love I want-
Dark and cold.
I’m in the woods, hiding behind a tree. There are no other sounds surrounding me except for my shallow breathing and my erratic heartbeat.
My hands and knees are shaking. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.
I am scared, and I’m not the “damsel in distress” type of girl. But I’m scared because I can’t take down three athletes on my own, and their intentions are pretty clear.
I’m going to be in so much trouble if they find me…
Why did I agree to go to this stupid party again?
Oh, right, because I just passed my final exam and got another A, I decided to celebrate
Well, it didn’t go as planned because now I’m in the middle of the woods, wearing only a thin short summer dress that used to be bright blue and now is covered in dirt and leaves. And a bit of my blood that is dripping from my forehead after an encounter with a tree. That bastard Connor grabbed me by the hair and smashed my head into a tree. It’s truly a miracle that I got that far from him and his two buddies, but I guess they are pretty wasted to run as fast as a sober me. Ain’t 1 lucky? Now, I have to stay quiet and not be found.
Cold, it’s very cold, and I’m freezing.
It’s the middle of April, so the nights are still chilly, and my jacket is left in the house. My tights are torn, I lost one shoe, and I’m freezing. I try listening to my surroundings, and suddenly, I hear voices,
“Where did this bitch go?” an annoying high–pitched male voice–Dug
“Chill, man, she couldn’t get far.” a lower voice–Ronny-
As soon as we find her, I’m first.” a calm voice – Conner.
Shir, this doesn’t sound good. I need to be quiet
They can’t find me.
“Where do you think she could go?” -Dug
“I don’t know, but there aren’t a lot of places she could be hiding at.” —Ronny.
“Let’s split up?” –Conner
No, no, no… Don’t split up! Go away! Stick together!
“Ok, sounds good.” —Ronny
“Whoever finds her first gets the first blowjob! D
first blowjob!” Dug sounds excited.
“Do you think she knows how to suck a lolly?” asked an amused Ronny.
“No way, man, this one is pare like the morning snow.“–Conner with an evil laugh that instantly turned my blood into ice.
My fucking god! I need to run. The flow of tears seems to increase. It blurs my sight. I need to run.
Jig mistake. As soon as I move, a twig snaps under my foot.
“Hey, did you hear that?” Dug
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” sang Ronny.
“If you come out on your own, we’ll be gentle, and you may even enjoy yourself!” —Conner,
Shitface, How stupid do you think I am I need to ru
I take a deep breath and sprint as far away from them as I can. My lungs are burning, and my barefoot hurts like hell, but I push myself further into the woods. I can hear running behind me, and it’s getting closer with each second. Then suddenly, a hand grabs my hair and pulls me back. I hit the ground, and all my ear leaves my lungs.
“Gotcha…”
I wake up with a start. I’m covered in cold sweat, and I’m crying. It took me a couple of minutes to understand that it was just a dream. I look around, and the memories of the last two days start slowly creeping back to me. It takes me a few long moments to calm down.
I’m de
I’m far away from home.
Conner, Ronny and Dug are not here, and they will never find me
Not that they would be looking for me. They got what they wanted and moved on with their lives. It’s me who is left to pick up the pieces of my dignity and build my lite from scratch.
1 bury my face in my hands. Suddenly, all the wright of the world is on my shoulders.
How in the world am I going to pull this off?
I’m alone.
Low on money.
Pregnant. With no family or friends
All I have is an old car, a laptop, and adultel with some clothes that will soon not fit me.
What am I going to do? How am I going to take care of a baby?!
A small sob escapes any mouth, and soon, I’m in full crying mode.
This warm bed and nice town are just a little spark of hope that is vanishing with each tear that escapes through my fingers and falls on my lap.
A sudden lock on the door brings me back to reality.
“Emily! Are you okay in there?” Shirley’s worried voice comes through the door. I clear my throat and try to sound like a normal morning human being. “Yes, I’m fine, thanks!” I shout.
“Can I come in?” she doesn’t really wait for my answer and slowly opens the door while I try whipping the tears with my t–shirt.
Then, to my surprise, a huge brown dog bursts between Shirley’s legs right into my room, hops straight in my bed, and attacks my face with its warm and wet tongue 1 start laughing. This huge pup must be Jax, and he’s awesome, I admit.
“Hey there, big boy!” I say, still laughing and scratching right behind his ears. Jax seerns to enjoy my signs of affection, and he makes himself comfortable right next to me and puts his huge head on my lap.
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“Oh, I think he likes you!” says a very satisfied Shirley, clapping her hands,
“It’s not that often that Jax is so accepting of the people that stay here!”
“Well, I was always like Pocahontas, so it’s not a big surprise to me,” I say with a wide smile. And that’s the truth. Animals always seemed to find me everywhere I went. That’s basically why I chose to become a vet. Animals trust me. It’s easy for me to treat them, and I really like them. They are pure, untainted with human qualities and honest. Way better than humans.
“He’s gorgeous!” I say, petting his head
“Indeed he is,” says Shirley with a satisfied grin.
“Honey, were you crying?” she suddenly asks with a worried look on her face.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just a bad dream…” I try shrugging her off. She seems to believe me. Or Not. But drops the subject anyway.
“Ok. Well, breakfast will be ready soon, so if you’re ready to get up, the kitchen is down the hall, your welcome to join me and my husband!” she said back to her carrying motherly ways.
“Thanks. I’ll take a quick shower and be right with you.” I am not very hungry, but I can use a cup of tea before I leave. And I still need to pay for my stay I could do that after she cats. I don’t want to ruin their morning routine.
Ok, see you soon then!” she chimes. “Jax, come!” the dog gives me a final lick on my cheek and hops off the bed, I can’t help but smile. He’s a cute glant of an unknown breed.
After they leave, 1 decide to take a quick shower, dry my hair and try making myself presentable. Last night’s sleep was way much needed. I haven’t slept that well in almost two months. It must be something in the air here or just the exhaustion of my long drive, but despite my nightmare, I feel refreshed. | take a closer look at myself in the mirror – with cleen hair and not that pale skin, I do look better. The bags under my eyes are almost gone. A slight blush on my checks makes me look almost fine, except for that hideous scar that is bound to be a reminder of that night,
Well, Jean live with that, I think.
I just need to get e job, settle down and hope for the best. I then lower my eyes to inspect the rest of my body. I was way too skinny, which was not good for the baby. I could almost count my ribs. My small breasts are almost non–existent now, and I used to be a B cup… A slight bump is already forming, soon I will need to buy some new pants…
Then I lower my eyes to the most disturbing part – my thigh. The sight is just awful. Right in the middle of my left thigh is a huge scar. It’s not straight, it’s curvy and dark red. The wound on my thigh was deep, so deep that it damaged the nerves. A piece of flesh was cut out from my once beautiful part, that’s why the muscles can’t grow together properly and hurt all the time. I’m a freaking Dr House. Except that I can’t drown myself in a sea of Vicodin. I turn away from the mirror with a frown and limp back into the room. I got dressed pretty fest, just threw on some black skinny jeans, a T–shirt with a Mickey Mouse, and my favourite pair of yellow Converse with a Batman print. I pack my stuff in my old duffel, and I’m done. After the breakfast I can check out of this place and continue my journey to God knows where…..
When I limp to the kitchen, I’m met with an aroma of fried bacon, which makes my stomach twist a bit, but I hold it in. They must have heard the thump of my care, because even before I reach the kitchen, Shirley peaks from behind the doge and motions me to join them.
“Come, honey, I’ve made you some herb tea, that should help you with that morning sickness of yours!”
“Thanks” I mumble, drop my duffel near the door and enter the kitchen. I take a look around and can’t hold in a “wow” – the place is awesome if you like cooking: a huge stove, a lot of cupboards, different kettles and pans are attached to the walls, a huge table that can fit a family of ten. Large windows with white curtains hold pots of bright flowers. The place is full of light and very inviting. Finally, my eyes land on a man sitting at the table, and wow, he’s huge! He must be under 2 meters high, and his shoulders are so broad that if I would hug him, it would be a challenge. His dark brown hair is cut short, but a few locks still fall to his eyebrows. He has deep, dark green eyes surrounded by wrinkles. I guess he’s in his mid–forties, just like Shirley. A heartwarming hage simile is on his face. I think my shock is pretty amusing to him. My cheeks turn bright red in a matter of seconds.
“Hi” I wave at him shyly.
His smile seems to become even wider.
“Good morning! I’m Jonathan, Shirley’s husband.”
“Emily, nice to meet you.” I shake his hand, and mine just disappears in his huge and warm one. His handshake is firm but gentle. All in all, he left a good impression, and I relaxed a bit.
“Please, sit, Shirley made breakfast!” he motions to a chair next to him. The thought of breakfast makes my smile drop a bit, but again, I swallow my discomfort and force a smile
