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forehead and then traces the outline of my nose with his finger. His touch makes me a little on edge, but I can’t fight what it does to my body. I close my eyes and welcome it as a distraction. My muscles relax, and I lean my head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me.
Lucas gives the cab driver directions to his place, and I exhale loudly. With my ear pressed against his chest, I listen to his heart beat erratically like mine. He’s as nervous as I am, and possibly, as unsure about all of this.
Chap ter 4
Even in disasters, there are miracles
In the middle of a hurricane, there is a calm of the storm
While your world is crashing before you
Shattering into a million microscopic pieces
Somewhere at that very moment
Someone is blissfully happy
Such is the balance of the world.
Cassandra
Mom really knew how to pick a winner when she chose him as her boyfriend. I liked this guy, though. He was the coolest. Who else parties with a woman’s sixteen-year-old daughter? One of the reasons I liked him so much was that he didn’t attempt to take on the role of my dad. Every other washed-up-has-been my mom dated tried to tell me what to do and when to do it, but not him; he was so down-to-earth.
We passed this bottle of Jose Cuervo for a while. It was his idea. I don’t remember drinking that much, but my head is swimming. I’m wasted. I’ve never drunk this much in my life. Usually after two shots, I’m done. Man, when Mom comes home from work, she’ll be so pissed we drank her tequila. I can’t see straight, but I try to keep my eyes open.
He says, “Come on, Kid. You need to drink more. I told you that you were drinking with ‘The Big Dog’ tonight.”
I can barely understand a word of what he’s saying or even look at him. There was three of him the last time I checked. He literally forces the alcohol down my throat by putting the bottle up to my mouth and making me take another shot. Despite fighting the urge, that last shot makes it impossible for me to hold open my eyes.
A horrible stabbing pain brings me from unconsciousness. I’m being ripped apart from the inside out. He’s on top of me, holding down my arms. My legs are restrained by something. I drift in and out of consciousness. Every time I wake, I’m slurring, “No.” I try to get him off me by clawing at him. I beg him to stop, but he pushes harder inside and places his hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my oxygen. I inhale, but it’s too hard to even attempt to take a deep breath. Breathe in...Breathe out. It’s so unbelievably hard to breathe.
I can’t see anymore. My throat is on fire every time I inhale. I only smell him, a mixture of tequila, car oil, and clove cigarettes. The last thing I remember hearing is a devilish growl as he said, “You’re so cute. Don’t fight me, you stupid little bitch! You know this is what you wanted. If you tell anybody, I will kill your mother! Got that? Tell no one!” He squeezes my shoulders with his hands. I think he wants me to say something, but I can’t. I’m too terrified to speak, so I nod my head as tears slide down my face. “Good! Life lesson number one, you fucking slut. Trust no one!” I try to fight losing consciousness, but his hands keep tightening around my neck, and then the pain finally stops…
People’s instincts differ when they’re waking up. At this moment, mine happens to be my fist, flying out in front of me in defense. It collides with something while a scream escapes my lips. Survive first. Explain later. I force open my eyes, only to find we’re still in the cab. The ‘something’ I hit was Lucas. When I try to slide away from him, he pulls me closer. “Lucas!” I shriek. “I’m so sorry. I have night terrors. I didn’t mean to...I thought you were…never mind...”
I gasp at the shock of the situation. Guilt washes over my entire body, and my stomach begins to stir from the consequences.
Lucas places his index finger lightly over
Lucas gives the cab driver directions to his place, and I exhale loudly. With my ear pressed against his chest, I listen to his heart beat erratically like mine. He’s as nervous as I am, and possibly, as unsure about all of this.
Chap ter 4
Even in disasters, there are miracles
In the middle of a hurricane, there is a calm of the storm
While your world is crashing before you
Shattering into a million microscopic pieces
Somewhere at that very moment
Someone is blissfully happy
Such is the balance of the world.
Cassandra
Mom really knew how to pick a winner when she chose him as her boyfriend. I liked this guy, though. He was the coolest. Who else parties with a woman’s sixteen-year-old daughter? One of the reasons I liked him so much was that he didn’t attempt to take on the role of my dad. Every other washed-up-has-been my mom dated tried to tell me what to do and when to do it, but not him; he was so down-to-earth.
We passed this bottle of Jose Cuervo for a while. It was his idea. I don’t remember drinking that much, but my head is swimming. I’m wasted. I’ve never drunk this much in my life. Usually after two shots, I’m done. Man, when Mom comes home from work, she’ll be so pissed we drank her tequila. I can’t see straight, but I try to keep my eyes open.
He says, “Come on, Kid. You need to drink more. I told you that you were drinking with ‘The Big Dog’ tonight.”
I can barely understand a word of what he’s saying or even look at him. There was three of him the last time I checked. He literally forces the alcohol down my throat by putting the bottle up to my mouth and making me take another shot. Despite fighting the urge, that last shot makes it impossible for me to hold open my eyes.
A horrible stabbing pain brings me from unconsciousness. I’m being ripped apart from the inside out. He’s on top of me, holding down my arms. My legs are restrained by something. I drift in and out of consciousness. Every time I wake, I’m slurring, “No.” I try to get him off me by clawing at him. I beg him to stop, but he pushes harder inside and places his hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my oxygen. I inhale, but it’s too hard to even attempt to take a deep breath. Breathe in...Breathe out. It’s so unbelievably hard to breathe.
I can’t see anymore. My throat is on fire every time I inhale. I only smell him, a mixture of tequila, car oil, and clove cigarettes. The last thing I remember hearing is a devilish growl as he said, “You’re so cute. Don’t fight me, you stupid little bitch! You know this is what you wanted. If you tell anybody, I will kill your mother! Got that? Tell no one!” He squeezes my shoulders with his hands. I think he wants me to say something, but I can’t. I’m too terrified to speak, so I nod my head as tears slide down my face. “Good! Life lesson number one, you fucking slut. Trust no one!” I try to fight losing consciousness, but his hands keep tightening around my neck, and then the pain finally stops…
People’s instincts differ when they’re waking up. At this moment, mine happens to be my fist, flying out in front of me in defense. It collides with something while a scream escapes my lips. Survive first. Explain later. I force open my eyes, only to find we’re still in the cab. The ‘something’ I hit was Lucas. When I try to slide away from him, he pulls me closer. “Lucas!” I shriek. “I’m so sorry. I have night terrors. I didn’t mean to...I thought you were…never mind...”
I gasp at the shock of the situation. Guilt washes over my entire body, and my stomach begins to stir from the consequences.
Lucas places his index finger lightly over
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