You: I know. But I just...couldn't admit it.
Guy: So why are you telling me now? I'm not trying to be mean, it's just out of curiosity.
You: Because I don't want it to happen again...I met someone at a party I went last night...and I just can't let him find out. He's already suspicious.
He didn't message back right away. Almost ten minutes passed, and by that time you wished that you hadn't said anything at all. This was so horrible. You suddenly wished you could speak with me, but knew that if I found out your dad did it AGAIN that I'd probably a) kill him or b) call the police. Most likely a.
Eventually, he messaged back. You wondered what took him so long, but suddenly knew that it wasn't your business.
Guy: Call the police. That's all I can say. I mean, you don't deserve to be raped by a drunk the rest of your high school year.
You: I can't call the police. I'm adopted. If I call the police...than I could be shipped somewhere else. I'm not kidding.
Guy: Well...then at least tell them you have another place to stay. I'm sorry...but I can't keep this a secret. My dad is a cop...I told him.
You: YOU DID WHAT?
Guy: I told you. I couldn't keep this a secret. I'm sooo sorry.
You: This is just great. Now I'm going to have to move all over again.
Guy: No. You don't. You have a home if you need one.
You: Yeah? Where?
He didn't message back right away. You grew more curious. Was he implying that you should become emancipated? You couldn't afford a place on your own! And you sure as hell weren't staying in this house where all the pain and memory was everywhere.
Guy: My parents and I said you could stay here.
You jumped at that. Was he serious? You could stay there? For all they knew you were a psychopath...or he could be a 20 year old rapist. Should you? Well...either way. Even if he was rapist it'd be better than getting raped by your "father"
You: Are you sure? I mean, you don't even know me.
Guy: :) Don't worry about it. I promise. We will take care of you.
You smiled: Can we meet first, at least? I mean, I want to make sure I can trust you.
Guy: :) no problem. Meet me at the food court at the mall. K?
You: Sounds good.
<<Time Skip>>
When you got to the mall your heart was racing. You were looking around the food court, intent on finding your virtual friend. Somewhere in your mind you couldn't stop imagining if it was Erik. Could that be possible? That's be very awkward at the private school then. Shit.
You had just sat down with an orange smoothie in your hand when you got a text message.
Guy: Where you at?
You: I'm sitting in front of Amigos. I'm wearing a black plaid tank top with an orange smoothie in my hands.
Guy: Found you.
You looked around for someone who was coming your way. There wasn't anyone. At least not that you could notice.
That is, until someone pulled out the chair in front of you and sat down. Your head snapped to them in amazement. It wasn't Erik, of course. That would be just too coincidental. No, you didn't know this guy very well, you have seen him before.
"Hi. Are you ___?" He asked, eyes blazing.
You nodded. "I am."
He smiled. "Good. I'm Alex, the one you've been messaging."
You nodded with a slight smile on your face. "I've seen you around before."
His eye brows scrunched. "You have?"
You nodded. "At some of the football games. Your private school faced mine for the Championship."
He thought about it, then remembered. "Oh! Yeah. God, that one was embarrassing. I ran around the field in my boxers with a bottle of--"
"Vodka in your hands." You finished, giggling at the memory.
He smiled. "Yeah. So, my parents said that you could stay with us. Don't even worry about it. We have a guest bedroom that you can stay in."
You looked down. "I'm scared."
He reached over and caressed your face. "Don't be. You don't deserve to be treated like that. I'll be here for you and so will my parents. I mean, we're not complete strangers, right?"
You nodded. "Okay."
He smiled. "Okay. We'll do this tonight. That alright?"
You nodded. Finally...this will all be over. you thought.
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