I don't know about you, but it took me a while to comprehend what was going on. I was kissing Isaac Hanson. Maybe I should repeat that for those of you who are as shocked as I was. I WAS KISSING ISAAC HANSON! All of those cheesy cliches about your knees getting weak and your heart jumping into your throat-they applied. It was absolutely heaven. It was so natural; I kissed him back. The world around me was a blur; I could feel nothing but his soft lips pressed against mine, and they fit together like a glove. After a few sacred moments, we simultaneously pulled back. I was ecstatic, but confused beyond belief.
"Sari..." he began cautiously.
"Yes?"
"I'm so sorry."
"What for?"
"Umm...kissing you, maybe?"
"I kissed you back...why are you sorry?"
"Because...I didn't mean it."
"What," I replied, my voice flat.
"I didn't mean it the way...the way I should've meant it."
"Well, then, why did you-what-wh-" I swallowed. "Then how DID you mean it?"
"It was something I needed to satisfy myself alone, and as I did it, I realized that I shouldn't have used you for it, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for using you, and I'm sorry for detracting from what could've been a wonderful moment, but the one thing I'm most sorry about is how I pictured someone else in my head while kissing a wonderful person that deserves so much more."
I looked at him, horrified. What a backhanded compliment. I couldn't take it. The only thing that would've been worse at the moment was if he physically ripped my heart out and I watched him throw it on the floor and stomp on it. I did the only thing I could do. I ran.
"Sari!" he called after me. "Sari! Sari, wait!"
I didn't wait. I couldn't. I was sobbing hysterically, not even knowing where or who I was running to. I couldn't go to Taylor, it'd be awkward; I couldn't go to Zac, he wouldn't understand. If I told Jon, he'd COMPLETELY blow up and I wouldn't be able to take his anger on top of everything else. I wasn't really that close to anyone else, so I really was just running aimlessly.
I stopped momentarily to see where I was. It was dark; the carnival lights were quite a ways back. (What can I say, I'm a fast runner.) I realized that I was in a dark alley-not a good place to be at this time of night, even in safe Tulsa. I began to walk back quickly out of fear, but it was difficult to move. A few minutes later, the presence of bright lights behind me became noticable. I moved to the side of the road to let the car pass, but it began driving next to me instead.
"Hey there," the driver said, looking me up and down.
I dried my eyes a bit, folded my arms across my chest, and said nothing.
"Don't you answer when someone talks to you? It's not polite, little girl." He grinned evilly. The guy must've been about 17, I'm guessing a THS (Tulsa High School) jock. He was drunk beyond belief, I could smell it all the way from the other side of the road. Luckily, he was alone. I still didn't answer, I only walked faster. "I'll teach you some manners!" he yelled, and as I began to run again, he sped up the car. He was on my heels, and he finally got out of the car and started chasing me on foot. I ran as fast as I could, but he was gaining on me. I shreiked in terror, but there wasn't a soul to be seen. Finally, his hand clamped over my mouth, and he began to drag me deep into the woods, near the river.
"No, no, please. Please don't hurt me, not now, please don't hurt me, please don't-" And then I felt the slap across my face. "Please," I whimpered.
"Just shut up, and this won't hurt. Shut up!" I began to cry again. This was worse than my worst nightmare. I have never been so scared, nor will I ever be. We walked silently for a few more minutes. I took the time to compose myself; prepare myself for the upcoming horrors. "Well, here we are. Say hi to the guys."
In terror, I looked up to see 2 more guys looking down at me, grinning. One of them was huge...definitely a football player. The other was built, but not as threatening. Both were drunk, as well.
"Hello," I said confidently (or I at least HOPE it was confidently.).
"Hey, girlie," one of them said. "Looking for some action tonight?"
"No, I'm sorry. My boyfriend is at home, waiting for me, so if you could just get this over with, I'd like to go be with him." All three guys looked at me, confused. The big guy took another swallow of his liquor.
"Oh, we'll get this over with," said the guy who had brought me there. With that, he began unbuttoning my shirt roughly.
"If you'll excuse me, that's reserved for someone else," I said coolly, praying he wouldn't hurt me.
"Really? Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?"
"No, we won't," a new voice declared smoothly.