Chapter Eleven
I woke up the next morning with an empty, non explainable feeling in my stomach. As I
walked downstairs for breakfast I quietly looked into Kristi's room. My eyes scanned the
room. I froze, and a sharp pain attacked my stomach, and chest. Boxes lay open around the
room. Clothes lay on her bed. Tissue paper, tape, and scissors were on her desk. "Kristi?" I
whispered. A soft moan of quilt escaped my lips. Without a word I ran downstairs. As I
approached the kitchen, I heard several voices. Silently I opened the kitchen door, and
tiptoed in. Taylor, Isaac, Lacey, Kristi, and Zac sat, crowded around my small kitchen
table. All of them looked up at me. My face became hot, and I blushed dramatically. Lacey
stood up, scooting her seat over, and motioned for me to come sit with them. I shook my
head and hopped up onto the counter.
"Honey..I have something I need to tell you." Lacey whispered. Her voice
cracked with emotion.
"I can see that." I said under my breath. Lacey cleared her throat and
looked at Kristi.
"Mrs. Brockton thought it would be best if we moved back to Atlanta for
alittle while." she paused. Zac shook his head, and placed it into his hands. My face fell a
bit, and I nibbled on a piece of toast I snatched before retreating to the counter.
"What?" I questioned calmly. Deep inside I was crying, and I had the
sudden urge to kick in the walls, and break something valuable, very valuable.
"The doctor said it would be best i-"
"I don't care about what Mrs. Brockton thinks, likes or feels! I want to
know why no one asked me about this!" I cut in quickly. I started to sweat, and I noticed
Taylor started to fidget in his chair. He knew about this? I questioned myself. Kristi looked
up, cleared her throat, sipped her orange juice and then smiled at me controllingly. I knew
since last night that she thought since she was the victim, she had a higher, more sacred
place in this world than I did.
"Your life wasn't ruined. It isn't you who's at stake here!" she mused. I
felt as if she had just dropped a 100 pound piano on me, or maybe kicked in my stomach in
with a brick.
"Excuse me?" I retorted. "You think moving me to Atlanta isn't ruining my
life? Well I'm sorry if you feel that way, but you're looking for a way to escape
everything. Just because you can't face the truth, your taking me down?" I paused for
some air. Jumping off the counter I walked toward the doorway. "I can not believe that
you think you have a higher place in this world than I do! It wasn't my fault he raped you!
If I had the choice..I'd take your place! Just so I don't have to be shipped to live in
Slutsville! I hate this, and I hate you too Kristi!" I stated, this time running out of the
house, stopping to retrieve my roller blades. I knew Atlanta wasn't my home. Every girl
there was raped, or has been active since they turned 12! My breath became heavy as I
raced down the street. Finally, after I lost breath I stopped in front of a park. Good thing
I grabbed my blades before I left. I knew someone would come after me, so if I were on
blades no one could catch up to me., plus I didn't have shoes on. As I scanned the area I
heard the cracking of a twig come from behind me. Nervous, I jumped around. There I
stood: face to face with one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever met.- Shane.
"What are you doing out here at 7:00 in the morning?" Shane asked. My
eyes connected to his, and I knew I couldn't lie. Shane and I went to school together., but
we haven't seen each other since I last went to school. I had always had a big crush on
him, and he knew it. We just never spoke about it.
"Running." I told him. I wasn't exactly lying, but I wasn't telling him
everything.
"With blades?" he asked, pointing toward my roller blades. I smiled, sat
down and started to lace up my right blade. Thank god I got dressed before I came down
stairs! I told myself, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Oh, yeah- these." I choked. He sat down next to me, and ran his fingers
through his gorgeous, probably soft, blonde hair.
"Why are you here?" he questioned me. I looked at him, stood up and
skated in a small circle.
"Running." I repeated. "I didn't feel like staying home today!" Now, I was
telling the truth. I extended my hand to help him up. He took my hand and skated into the
street. Just then I realized he too had blades on. After a second of watching him, I to
skated toward the street.
"How's everything going? I mean..with the rape reviverary and all?" he
asked me. I stuck my hands into my back pockets as we skated down the road.
"Fine." I lied. A second later I spoke again. "Actually, its horrible!" Shane
gazed at me, his cheeks flushed.
"Why, if you don't mind me asking?"
I searched his eyes, just realizing I can trust him. In silence we skated toward a
little wooded area. We skated off the road and onto a clear trail. I turned around and
hugged a tree for support. Shane circled around, and sat on a rock next to me.
"Can you keep a secret?" I whispered. I wasn't sure he heard me, since I
was speaking so softly. Shane looked up, reached into my back pocket, pulled out my left
hand, and tugged me onto the rock next to him.
"Yes." he assured me. "Now what's up?"
Squeezing his hand, my mind and heart raced. Why is it your in love with Taylor, but
your here with Shane? My heart asked my mind. Pushing away the thought I rested my head
on Shane's shoulder, innocently.
"Their making me move to Atlanta!" I confined. Shane caressed my hair and
took me into his arms.
"Is Taylor OKay with that?" he whispered into my hair., his cheek resting
on my head.
"I don't know. It seemed to me like he knew about it before I did..but I
didn't stick around long enough to find out!" I told him. Suddenly I felt Shane's hand grasp
my chin.
"I don't want you to leave." he whispered. I shivered. The warmth of his
hand comforted me, and I felt safe. All my worries seemed to melt away. Before I could
rethink what Shane had just told me, he touched his lips to mine. My hands ran up his back
and into his hair. His lips were moist and smooth, which drove me insane. I sighed and
relaxed to his kisses. Shane held me tightly against his chest and his lips ran down my face
and onto my neck. The image of Taylor popped into my head, and I pulled away. Shane
gazed into my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. "Don't leave me Amanda. Please." I felt
every bone in my body shatter, and I felt weak.
"No, Shane..don't!" I choked. My lips were hot, and tingled with the marks
he left behind with his kisses. "Please, you can't." I begged. Shane leaned forward and
brought his lips to mine again. A quick second later, he pulled away. Shane stood up, and
reached his hand out to me. I took it, and we stood up. Our bodies pressed together, and
his breath on my lips. My heart ached and I again, thought of Taylor. "I can't!" I
whispered, pulling away from Shane. Tears streaming down my face, I skated down the
path. I could hear Shane skating after me, but I didn't look back.
Finally, minutes later, Shane caught up to me, and his arms wrapped around my
waist. "Don't do this." he whispered in my ear. I collapsed against his chest, my tears
staining his shirt.
"It's not fair. I can't do this..Im just so confused." I admitted to him. He
kissed my forehead softly.
"I'll help you through this..I can't..I won't let you leave!" he told me. I
hugged him, and looked deeply into his eyes.
"I could only wish this away..-" I stopped. Feeling Shane lean closer for
another kiss, I tilted my head up. Our mouths touched again. "No." I cried, pulling away. I
skated a few steps away., than turned around. I kissed his lips softly, "Just wait!" I
whispered to him not really know what it meant, and then skated out of the woods.
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