Chapter 13

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The whole night I was on edge. I know Brent, so I know that he never gives up. He would stay out there the whole night trying to get his way in. That’s why I panicked when I heard the garage door open and footsteps. I looked around the basement and my eyes wondered upon a Wayne Gretzky autographed stick. Sorry Wayne, but personal safety was more important than any autograph. I crept upstairs and flung the door open. To my shock, some one was already standing in the doorway. I screamed and went to swing at the guy, but he grabbed onto my wrists tightly.

“Kylie! What the hell?” Jordan yelled. Oops. “I always thought you didn’t like me, but not enough to take me out.”

I laughed softly, “I thought you were some one else.” I froze. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Who di-“ Jordan began to ask before Sidney came running around the corner. “What the hell Jordan?! Get your hands off of her!” He barked. Jordan laughed and dropped my wrists. “Hey, don’t yell at me. She was the one that tried to kill me.”

Sidney looked at both of us before shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know.” He then spotted the hockey stick on the floor. “Kylie! I told you to never touch this!” He cradled it softly. “It’s one of a kind.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not three. I know how to touch a hockey stick without breaking it.”

Sid ran downstairs and came back up. “Let’s go, every one is in the kitchen.” I followed Jordan and Sidney to see Max, Flower, and Vero standing around in our kitchen eating our food.

“MINI C!” Flower yelled holding out his fist.

I laughed before pounding his fist. “Daisy!” Vero gave me a hug and I slowly crept forward to stand next to Max. Max put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. Sidney now stood across from us glaring. Max noticed this and faked a stretch, lifting his arm off of me, and shoved it in his pocket. I glared right back at Sidney and wrapped my arm around Max’s waist before sticking my tongue out at him.

Flower laughed. “You two are so funny to be around.”

Sidney rolled his eyes. “No, it’s just Ky being extremely childish.”

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Jordan’s POV

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I hated his hands all over her. It’s not that I like her, I just feel overly protective of her. And I have no idea why because I’m a man, so I don’t get all “in tune with my feelings.” What I know was driving me crazy was Heather. She broke up me and now she won’t leave me alone. I let out a loud groan when she sent another rather pathetic text. They all looked at me curiously. “Heather won’t leave me alone.” I explained.

“Why? Didn’t she break up with you?” Vero asked.

“That’s what I thought to.” I grumbled. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Kylie was fidgeting.

“Dude, I’m sorry. I know how she wrecked you up.” Flower said.

I shook my head and laughed. “It’s nothing a few beers can’t fix.”

“Amen to that.” Sid stated before getting out five beers and passing them around.

“Um, hello.” Kylie stated.

Sidney grinned. “You’re under twenty-one Ky. Too bad for you.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “So! We are standing in your kitchen! No one cares!”

Sid smirked. “Maybe you’re boyfriend will get you one.” I laughed along with every one, it was sure a good way to get revenge.

Chapter 12

Seeing Brent made my heart race. The most pathetic part was that it wasn’t because of being afraid, it was because of how close I was with Brent. His looks and his presence still made me tingle. Even after all he did to me.

“Here’s coffee. Just the way you like it. Not from Tim Horton’s, but from this place called Dunkin Donuts.” Brent said and handed it to me. His hand accidently brushed mine and my skin became on fire this time. Now I remembered why I was terrified of him. What he did to me was horrible, it has changed me forever. I’ll never be able forgive him or fully trust boys again. I dropped the cup of coffee as if it were poison.

He sighed at me and bent over to pick it up. “Is that really necessary?” Brent asked irritably.” He then shoved it back into my hand. “Drink it.” He ordered. I immediately pushed the cup against my lips, it did taste exactly how I liked it.

“See.” He smirked. “I do know you.”

“You don’t me anymore!” I spat out with so much vehemence that it even surprised me.

Brent glared at me and stepped closer to me, brushing his hand against my cheek. “I know that this is making your heart race.” He murmured in my ear. He was right, this was making my heart race. But because I was acutely aware no one was home and there were no neighbors for miles. I shoved him away. “Get the hell away from me or I’ll call the police.” I bluffed. I was too afraid to tell the police after the rape, there was no way that I could call them just for him showing up. But he really didn’t need to know that.

He shook his head laughing. “You can’t do that baby.” I locked the door behind me, but kept the key in my hand. I was gripping it so tightly that it was cutting my middle finger. “Don’t call me baby, you lost that right.” I hissed.

Brent grabbed my wrists tightly. “Look Kylie, you know we both wanted it last night. But you went all physco and told your parents I raped you. You had a few drinks last night, you didn’t know what you were talking about. And for the hitting, yea, I’m sorry. I did some classes and I’m over that now.”

I looked at his hands, his nails digging into my wrists so hard that it was breaking my skin. “You’re obviously over the abuse part.” I said sarcastically.

He sighed exaggeratedly before letting go. “So over-dramatic.”

I took the chance and took several steps away from him. “I’m going to school now. Get the hell away from me Brent and leave me alone.”

Brent shook his head slowly and a slow smile showed on his face. Instead of looking friendly, it looks menacing. “Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me plenty.”

I speed walked away, resisting the urge to look over my shoulder. I ran my hand through my hair, hating the way he made me so afraid. The warm tears splashed onto my cheeks. I hate how he makes me feel this way. He can rip right through my protective shell and go right into my heart. This doesn’t even make sense. I went to Pittsburgh to get away from Brent, but now he’s even stalking me here. I suppose this is what happens when I try and run away from my problems. I got to the school in record time, terrified that Brent would be right behind me.

“Heyyy girlie!” Lana shouted putting her arm around me. Damn it, some people are so perky in the morning. I tried to give her a convincing smile, hoping she wouldn’t realize how shaken up I was. Luckily, she was occupied with the guy that I realized was next to her.

“Kylie, this is Connor. Connor, this is Kylie. Connor’s my nerdy best friend who gets straight A’s so the school decided he could go onto some travel around the world program for the first marking period. But now he’s back!” She said gleefully, clapping her hands.

Connor rolled his eyes. “I am not a nerd because I get good grades Lane.” He explained patiently before looking at me. “Hey Kylie, nice to meet you.”

I smiled. “Same. And don’t worry, I’m a “nerd” too.”

Lana pretended to grimaced. “Aw man, I’m stuck with a bunch of nerds!”

 

The rest of the day I did everything it took not to think about Brent. I couldn’t think about him, or I would go absolutely crazy. I walked home from school fast again this time. I flung the door open and locked it quickly. I walked around the whole house checking all of the windows, making sure they are locked. I walked down into the basement and watched tv for the whole night, the only room in the house without windows. My cell phone vibrated and I saw that it was a text from Brent: “Baby, why aren’t you letting me in.” Oh my god. Sidney was playing in Columbus tonight, it’s going to be a long time until he gets home. I think I might be sick.