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Hi, my name is Juliet
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 | over the rainbow, ALL PARTS! |
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| Created: 2008-09-25 20:17:22 |
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okay, here it is, all the parts of "over the rainbow." ready, enjoy, comment. (:
--->prolouge
~seven years ago.
I sat on my bed, frightened, curled up under the blanket, wearing all of my clothes. Jeans, Sweaters, tanktops...multiple pairs of underwear.
but i knew it wouldn't help. He was coming to babysit, and the game would start.
My parents left me with him about once a week, sometimes more, never less. They went to dinner, trying to salvage their marriage.
My mom came in and kissed my forehead, totally unaware that i was in my clothes, because the covers were pulled to my chin. My dad didnt see that I was quivering in fear when he patted my head and told me to be good.
They left, and he came. First he would offer me dinner, then desert. I took neither. He would walk around the house a bit, leaving me to wonder if tonight would be the night he chose to leave me be..it never was.
He would quietly enter the room, the soft pad of bare feet on carpet woulod alert me of his presence. A cruel smile would play at his lips, one of anticipation.
He would sit on the edge of the bed, and pretend to be a loving, caring uncle for a few moments. He would stroke my hair, then he would move on. As always, he'd remind me of the rules. This was a niece and uncle only game, and only we could play. If I told anyone, they'd be mad at me and Uncle Benny, and we'd get in trouble. I could say nothing, not before, during, or after the game. Never, or I'd be punished.
I;d nod, and as tears streaked down my face, Uncle Benny would peel away my clothing, until I was bare, he'd touch me in my most private areas, places that nobody should ever see without my consent. He'd touch me with my mouth, he toungue, his teeth. Oh, his teeth.
Finally it would end, me, begging him to stop. He loved it when I begged, it made him smile to see me cry, but in my twisted version of reality, I still thought this was a game. I still, in my own way, cared for my uncle benny. So I told no one. Not a soul.
Then I met Stryker. As a confused ten-year-old, this eccentric little boy was exactly who I needed. A best friend. After a few months, I told him about my uncle's game, and he told me that he and his uncle never played that..they played leap-frog and boggle. He knew that it was wrong, and he would become my savior, the rainbow after the storm.
Stryker told his mother, who told my mother. She asked me about it, and eventually, with a river of tears, I told her what happened. Her and my father took Ben to court, where he was sentenced to seven years of hard time before he was up for parol. I'd thought I had escaped Uncle Ben..
I was wrong.
--->part 1.
"The wheels on the bus go round&round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town..."
I sang along boisterously with my best mates, bumping along on shi!ty bus seats, on the three hour ride to 'Camp Jazz It Up' , a summer camp for the "musically gifted children" ages 10-14, at which we had been "hand picked" to be counselors.
My parents had shipped me off here, so I could be away from the divorce that was raging through my household. Being the only child, they thought it best to keep me away from the arrangements, but in my opinion, it was worse. I mean, when I left, I had one house, and when I come home, there will be two.
And on top of this, they choose to do this in my junior year. They couldn't get divorced when I was young, it's not like they were ever really happy. You see, I was the result of a one-night stand, and then a shot-gun wedding.
Romantic, isn't it?
My singing faltered as i thought of this, and my sortof-kindof-non official boyfriend looked at me with concern.
"Don't think about it," Zeke, who is an outstanding percussionist, mumbled comfortingly, gently taking my tiny hand in his long fingers.
For a moment I just stared at him, taking in his features. Zeke was tall and lanky, with jet black hair that was cut unevenly, so that his left piercingly blue eye was almost always covered by hair, while his right was left in the open to stare right through me. He was wearing indigo skinny jeans and a black and purple striped tee. His shoes, converse, never matched, and today they were purple and green.
I offered him a weak smile, and pretended to join back in. I looked around at the other people from my small town Clarkson, Nebraska.
Among them was my best friend, Tiffany-Jade Collenfield,a clarinet player, who is a very tall, with long flowing blonde hair with side bangs. She was wearing a pair of low-rise distressed jeans, and a Harvard Hoodie, sent by her sister from college.
Sitting next to her was Brandy Ellsworth, flute, who has a very chic pixie cut to her chestnut hair, a cherubic face, and was wearing a blood red v-neck sweater and a black skirt.
Directly behind me sits Stryker Wilson, piccolo, my very best friend since third grade. He is insanely handsome, (the g_ay ones always are. :]) with longish brown hair, black skinny jeans, a pink nirvana t-shirt and purple eyeliner around his striking green eyes.
There were a few other people on the bus, a few of which I recognized. Finanna Wilson, flute, decked out in some cross between Victoria's Secret and Hot Topic sat with Cheyanne Wilson, trumpet, probably gossiping about someone. Maybe even me. I shuddered at the thought. IN the seventh grade they spread a rumor that I wasn't a virg!n, which I still am, and I still hadn't complexly gotten over it. Yukki Blood, piano, a small curvy Asian sat on her own, head buried in a book and an iPod in her ears. To be quite honest, she creeped me out a bit. She seemed just..off.
As for me, I'm extremely short,4'11, with jet black hair and purple streaks. I was wearing my favorite cargo jeans, black, with my form-fitting purple tee, with black storm clouds on it. My pink converse stuck out from the cargo pants, which dragged of the floor. I play the saxophone.
I sat back in my seat, and leaned my head on Zeke;'s shoulder, taking in the scent of his aftershave, and relishing the way that the crook of his shoulder seemed to have been made for the exact shape of my head. I sighed, and slipped my ipod into my ears. My favorite band, Boys Like Girls, pounded into my ears, lulling me to sleep.
Next thing I knew, Zeke was gently shaking me away, pulling me up. I mumbled sleepily, not wanting to awaken from my dream. Zeke chuckled a bit, before kissing my forehead and slinging me across his back, which woke me up completely, so he carried me, laughing and screaming off of the bus.
--->part 2.
As Zeke thudded down the bus stairs, he slipped me off of his shoulder
I was laughing and giggling until I met the glare of a woman, with a tight bun and a turtleneck, and a pair of gray slacks. In the middle of July. I cringed.
"This, my counselors is exactly the kind of thing we are trying to avoid here at "Camp Jazz It Up", she declared sharply,"PDA is strictly prohibited. I am Mrs. Benson. I am in charge around here. I am the big kahoona. You will report to me with everything. You will not pick a boogie without my knowledge."
Tiffany sniggered quietly, earning her an evil glance from Benson.
"Something funny?!" she snarled.
"No mam!" Tiff whispered, her hand immediately falling the chain that hung from her jeans. her fingers tangled in it, as they always did when she was nervous.
"You will hear the rest of the rules when the campers arrive in exactly 48 hours. You will learn that I don't like to repeat myself, " she said with a cruel smile, "You should have been assigned your cabins and campers when you received the papers by mail. You will find your quarters on the southern end of your cabins, directly off of the bunks where your campers will sleep. You may go now, to your cabins. DISMISSED!" she yelled, stalking off, making us all jump out of our skins.
"What a nutter,"Zeke mumbled, slinging his arm around my shoulder. Everyone dispersed in the direction of their cabins. Zeke, Tiff, Stryker and I went in the direction of the A and B section of the camp grounds. Stryker bounced along beside me and brandy on the other side of Zeke. Stryker blew his brown hair out of his eyes and sighed, listing all of the ways he could get under Benson's skin.
"Peanut butter in her combat boots, nude swimming...bectha she hatesguys like me..." gesturing to his pink shirt. I chuckled, glad that Stryker was so confident in himself. He hadn;t always been this way... my mind drifted back to darker days.
-Stryker, getting beaten to a pulp in the hallways, being called brutal names. Stryker, sitting on my bed, sobbing, my arms wrapped as far as possible around his long, lanky body. I shuddered. Stryker, his face pale and deadpan. it had taken me months to find out that he had been involved with a man twice his age, being used and abused. He later told me it was only to better understand himself. to be sure of who and what he was...
I shuddered again, quietly reaching out and taking hold of Strykers hand. He looked at me curiously for a moment and I squeezed twice, out sign that I would tell him later.
Zeke and Stryker dropped Tiffany and I off at our cabins, Brandy's was right next to mine.
I promised Tiff that I would meet up with her later, and then fumbled with m key, and slipped into my cabin.
I stepped inside, and surveyed my surroundings. There were eight bunk beds...sixteen girls. Each bed was covered by a pink duvet, accompanied by and pink frilly pillow. I smiled as I walked to the end of the room, opening to door to my own room.
I looked around...the walls were light blue, and i thanked god it wasn't too bright. I threw my suitcase on my bed, which was covered with a blue coverlet, and set my backpack on the dresser. Then I turned to unpack my things.
I set my makeup on the dresser top, my multi-colored eyeliner spilling across it. I unzipped my bag, folding skinny and flare jeans, and putting them into drawers. Hoodies went in a different drawer, while graphic tee's and tank tops went in another. I lined up my six pairs of converse (couldn't choose just one) next to the bed. Suddenly I realized something was missing.
"...bathing suit...bathing suit..." I mumbled, rooting through my bag uselessly. I knew what had happened.
Brandy had happened.
I thought back to a week before. Brandy, Tiff and I had gone to the mall...they had gotten me to tell them that I planned to bring my old black tack swimsuit to camp, and they insisted that I needed at least two new ones. I had protested the whole time, but I had broken down...my plan was to pretend to "forget" the two bikinis and bring the black one.
Brandy had anticipated this though.
Because at the bottom of my bag lay only two swimming suits, and neither of them were one pieces. I picked up the one and eyed it cautiously, like someone would look at a poisonous snake. It was black, yes, but it was covered in pink, glittering skulls, and it was a bikini. The other was the same, but it was covered with silver stars.
I cussed, cursing Brandy and her sneakiness.
After I had simmered down a bit, I pulled out my cell phone to call my parents.
"Mom?" I mumbled into the receiver.
"Jules! I'm so glad you called! I miss you already! How was the trip?" she was talking fast, a sure sign that she was stressed.
"Good..Is everything okay?"
"Yes, yes. Don’t worry. That’s why I had you apply for this. so you wouldn’t worry...and how’s he cabin?' she was changing the subject again. It made me want to scream.
"Fine.." I was cut off by a deep bellowing in the background.
"Mariaaaaa," the voice called alluringly, "I'm waiiittingg, and you know I don't like to wait."
"That is NOT dad," I snarled.
"Well..erm, no, dear, but you know that your father and I are...well, you;ve got to understand.
"Maria!! C'mon, lemme see you in that nightie. Or rather, out of that nightie," the voice called once more.
"Obviously, you are busy. I'll call you back. No, actually, I won't. See you in a month and a half, mother dear," I hissed, seething.
"Wait! Honey, don't do thii---"
I hung up.
I fell onto my bed, sobbing. I was barely coherent enough, but I dialed Stryker, and managed to convey to him that he needed to get here. Luckily, I had left the door open, so Stryker let himself in. He followed the loud noise of my blubbering, and sat down on the bed. I managed to tell him what was going on.
"There is nothing I can say to change the way you feel right now. And I know that this won't help now, but it will get better with time. I promise," he soothed, rubbing my back.
Stryker sat with me until I had cried myself out, then suggested a dip at the lake. I nodded. Stryker left as I got dressed, wriggling into the skulled bikini.
I gazed into the mirror, deciding i didn't have to kill Brandy. It accentuated my hips, and actually made it look like I had, well, cleavage!
Stryker ad I walked to the beach. I didn't go in the water. But laying in the sand, letting the sun beat down really helped me clear my head. By the time other people joined us, I was back to normal. Tiff sat down beside me, but I was only there for a moment before Zeke scooped me up and took me into the lake.
Once we were out of earshot of anyone else, he set me down.
Being unaware that i couldn’t reach, I didn’t swim, causing me to sink. Zeke immediately pulled me back up, chuckling as I sputtered. I curled my legs around his waist so i wouldn’t have to kick, and looked up into his eyes.
I reached up and touched his lip ring with my pinky finger. "That wasn't really funny you know, " I sighed.
"Yeah, It was," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
"Juliet, I need to talk to you about something...nothing bad, but i need to be sure," he mumbled, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
"Yess?" I said quietly.
"Are you, uh, I mean, do you want to be, my girlfriend? like, officially?" He said, biting his lip.
"yes, i do." I smiled till my cheeks hurt.
Jake leaned down until his jet black hair fell into my face, tickling my chin. Then he kissed me.
There could not be a more perfect kiss, it was warm and reassuring, yet fierce and passionate. It set my soul alight, and sent tremors of pleasure down my spine.
When we pulled away (much too soon!!) I smiled.
Then I heard it.
Everyone on shore was clapping and screaming. Stryker whooping loudest of all.
I flashed them the finger and kissed Zeke again.
--->part 3.
I woke on the second day to the ringing of my cell phone. I groaned and reached for it, and mumbled a not-so-nice greeting into the phone.
"You never have been a morning person, have you?" Stryker said, laughing.
"And you never seem to understand that I, among most of the rest of the human race, like to sleep," I grumbled, sliding out of bed.
Suddenly I had the oddest feeling that I was being watched. I whipped my head around to look at my window and just glimpsed something ducking down.
"Stryker, you’re not outside my window are you?" I whispered, the hairs on my neck standing up.
"No Jules, Im g.ay, remember? Are you okay?," he answered, his voice becoming nervous.
"I don't know. I could swear I saw something out my window just now," I mumbled, rushing to stuff my feet in my checkered converse and hurrying out the door to look, wearing only my boy-short pj bottoms and a tight tank. I turned and grabbed a clothes hanger, for defense, I suppose.
"What, a peeping tom at band camp?" Stryker tried to joke, but I could hear the tension in his voice.
I went around to the back of the cabin, by my window. There was nobody there, so after a quick scan to be sure, I walked around, back to the front.
"Nobody," I breathed into my cell phone, relieved.
"Phew, for a minute ther---" I cut off Stryker with my scream.
Someone had grabbed me by the hips and tickled me. I was freaked until I heard his booming laugh, Zeke.
"Jules? JULES? JULIET?!!!" Stryker was screaming now, terrified.
"s'okay," I giggled, "only Zeke."
"Was he behind your cabin?" Stryker laughed.
Oh yeah, that.
"Heyy, were you creeping around outside my cabin this morning?" I said to Zeke.
"Nahh, I just got here. I was going to wait for you at the mess hall, but then I saw you here, in your pajamas, and really, what guy in their right mind could resist?" he said playfully.
“Suddenly Strker piped up from my cell phone, loud enough for both of us to hear,” I could resist her!”
“I said, any guy in their right mind,” Zeke said, laughing.
Stryker grumbled for a bit, but then he laughed along.
Suddenly Zeke was serious.
“There was someone behind your cabin?” He said, concerned.
"No, I was just, erm, curious," I lied, ignoring the guilt that welled inside of me. I didn’t see a reason to worry Zeke.
For a moment Zeke look suspicious, but then he let it slide. He promised that he’d meet me at the mess hall, and to save me a seat and a blueberry muffin.
I went inside to get dressed, choosing a grey and red tank and skinny jeans, a spiked belt and my checkered converse. I looked at my black-with purple streaked hair and decided not to bother, and scooped it up into a messy pony-tail.
--that night.
I went back into my cabin that night, all thoughts of the events of the morning forgotten. I had spent the day with Tiff, Stryker and Zeke, playing at the beach and familiarizing myself with the campgrounds. The day had slipped by quickly, and I was about to slip into bed when I felt it again. The awful sensation that I was being watched. It was dark, so looking at the window did nothing. I tried to assure myself that it was nothing, that I needed my rest...after all, the kids would come tomorrow.
Even still, it took me forever to fall asleep, because every noise I heard transformed into an axe murderer, waiting for me to close my eyes, every creak was someone, waiting to attack. Eventually sleep came, but unconsciousness did not bring be relief, for my dreams ere colorful nightmares, darkness suffocating me, drowning me just to the paint where I was ready to let it have me, to give up..
Then I woke with a start. I could see the light filtering through the blinds. the feeling was gone, for now. I shuddered, and shook off the thought. No time for that now, my campers had arrived.
--->part 4.
I hurried to get dressed, slipping on my classic black converse and a blue and black striped tee, and raking a comb through my hair.
I stepped at the door, slightly amused by how excited to see who would be in my cabin.
I walked to the commons, a fancy name for a giant pavillion, and I cringed to see Mrs. Benson, her bun as tight as ever. Today she was wearing a gray wool sweater and a pair of black slacks.
I sat at a picnice table as far away from her as possible as I waited for my friends.One by one the showed up until I was sitting with Tiff, Brandy, Zeke, Stryker. Out of the blue, Yukki sat down, sporting a pair of blood red skinny jeans that caught my eye.
She just started reading, so we just kind of ignored her, knowing that she wouldn;t pay attention to our conversations anyway.
Not that there was any time for conversations, because before we knew it a big yellow bus pulled up.
The kids filed, some looking nervous, others excited, and some down-right angry.
"Good Morning children, I am Mrs. Benson. I am in charge around here. I am the big Kahoona. Everything that happens in this camop runs through me first. You will not pick a boogie without my knowledge," she boomed. I amost smiled, almost. She sounded just like a record player.
"Firstly I will assign you cabins, and you will accompany your councelour to a specific table. Councelours, please find the table with the car with your cabin number on it."
I sprang to my feet, and was the first to find my table. A9, a cabin soon to be filled with giggling girls.
Once everyone had found their tables, Mrs. Benson began the tedious task of telling everyone where they would be for the next month and a half.
It went like this.
"Bobby Briarson, B3"
"Ella Sanders, C3"
-you get the idea.
It was a few people before anyone was assigned to my cabin, but after a few minutes, a girls was called.
"Eliza Huntington, A9"
A petite girl stepped forward, wearing a pair of cordoroy overalls and a pink t-shirt. She had a head of bouncy blonde curls held back by a headband.
I offered her a smild as she sat down, and she smiled back. Maybe this wouldn;t be so hard afterall.
Then Makenzie O'Conners was assigned to my cabin.
She stepped out with a cockiness that overshadowed everyone. She had stringy, copper-colored hair, and she had a masculine type of build. Even so I tried to smile, to which I recieved a scowel that sai 'I SO donnot wanna be here.'
Over the next hour, we waited while the kid's names were called. I few girls stood out to me, but I knew that learning all sixteen names would be a biitchh.
Sakura Huum was a girl who stood out to me. She was chinese, with dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. She looekd nervous, and smiled weakly at me when I smiled.
Sandra Mcinley was also assigned to my cabin, and she was pretty average looking. She had soft, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. What made me really notice her was the sincerity in her eyes. Eyes that held so much emotion..she struck me as a girl who had seen much too much for her years.
---an hour later.
After we left the mess hall for breakfast, The girls and I went back to the cabin, where I told the to unpack. Then we we played a game in which each girl made a rhyme abut herself, and they had to incooperate their instrument.
Makenzie insisted upon going first.
"Yo, I'm Makenzie,
and I play the trumpet,
and one day I be so rich,
I be eating tea and crumpets"
I cringed at her rhyme, but clapped anyway. A few more girls went, then Sakura walked into the middle of the circle.
"Hiya, Im Sakura,
I love my cow-girl boots,
I know this rhyme isn;t all that great,
but whatever, I play the flute."
Makenzie booed, and I had to scold her. She stuck her tongue out at me, and I just smiled and patted Sakura on the back.
"Hello, I'm Tina,
I play the clarinet,
I have many dreams,
and I plan to be a vet."
Overall most of the girls did pretty good, considering that they had ten minues to make up their rhyme.
I spent the rest of the day showing the girls around camp, and by the time we could finally go home, I was dead tired. But as soon as we hit the door, the interrogations began.
"Whose you bff?"
"Where do you shop?"
"Whats highschool like?"
"Where do you live?"
"Where do you shop?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yea, do ya?"
"C'mon tell us about him!"
I smiled at their curiousity, and we ended up sitting in a circle in our pajamas, getting to know eachother. Inevitably, the subject of a boyfriend came up.
"Yes, I do have a boyfriend," I said evasivly, trying to change the subject.
"Whats his nameee?" Eliza piped up.
"Zeke...he's here at camp," I said, grin spreading across my face.
"Whats he like?" Sakyra whispered, enthralled.
It went on like that, me singing Zeke's praises, about how he was perfect, how we were in love, for about another hour before I made the girls sleep.
I slipped into my room, not bothering with the light. I felt as light as air, I had really bonded with my group.
I was very close to falling asleep when I heard it. A distinct tapping on the window. I was petrified, and I refused to move. Then I heard a squeal, as though someone;s fingernail was being dragged down the glass.
Then it stopped. After about 15 minutes without noise, I glaced at the window, but of course, it was dark, and there was nothing there. I grabbed my iPod off of the bedside table, and put the ear phones in my ears, pumping Boys Like Girls, and soon enough, I fell asleep, but once again I was plague by terrifying, bright dreams.
--->part 5.
I woke with a start, nearly jumping out of my skin. The dream I had just woken from had made everything clear. The realisation I had just made was echoing through my mind like a yell in a canyon. I rushed around the room, gathering a bag. I slipped a water bottle, granola bar and a book into my rucksack, and stepped out of the room. I looked at the chart, relieved to see that my campers had rehearsal for most of the day, so I was free.
I dropped the girls off at the music hall and set off at a brisk pace, texting Srtyker as I walked. He only had a few moments before he had to take all his kids on a hike (hikes at music camp?) but I only needed about ten minutes.
I sat down on the old dock, wincing as it creaked. In the few days that I had been here, it had become my all-time favortie place. I swung my legs off the edge, and leaned back. I slowly closed my eyes, relishing the sun on my face, but still very alert for the slightest noise.
In my hightened sense of paranoia, I heard Strker from about twenty feet away. I sat up and turned, to see him. There was an extra bounce in his step, a glow on his face I hadn't seen in a long time. Was Stryker dating...
I didn't really think on it long, it seemed as though I didn;t have room in my brain. So many thoughts were whirring around, that Strykers love life seemed to fall right out.
"Whatsup?" he questioned, sitting down next to me.
"Something, something bad. Stryker, remember when I met you? How you saved me?" I said, straining to controll my vice and my tears.
"..'course I do Jules, but i don't see where this is going.."
"That was seven years ago, as of last month. And his sentence was," Stryker cut me off.
"Seven years," His face fell, paling.
"Yea," I choked, the tears finally falling.
Stryker gathered me in his arms and let me cry myself out, whcih took a solid 25 minutes, making him late. When I realised this, I worked to control myself. I looked up at him and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks Stryker. Your the best friend I could ever ask for," I mumbled, standing and brushing myself off.
"s'okay, That's what I'm here for," he said, "are you okay, because Benson is already gonna chew me a new ar.se for being late."
I assured him that I was fine, and that I was planning to go take a swim in the lake, try to clear my head. We parted ways, and I went back to the cabin to put on my bathing suit, then I went to the lake. I spread out my towel, and layed down, letting my skin soak up the sun, and wriggling my toes in the course sand. Thats when I heard it.
It was barely a whisper on the wind, and I couldn't be sure I heard it the first time.
"You only got prettier Juliet...." a voice hissed.
My whole body tensed, and my fist clenched.
"Seven years is a long time...you and you fa_ggot friend will pay...."
--->part 6.
The voice I heard shook to my very core. I hadn't told Stryker that I thought Uncle Beeny was here for two reasons. First being that I wasn't sure. Secondly, I didnt want him in any more danger than nessasary.
I sat up, and suddenly anger replaced my fear. I sat up and whipped my head around, looking for the source of the voice.
"Where are you?!" I said with conviction, "show yourself!"
"Soon enough dear, I will find you again," the voice that I knew was Uncle Benny answered.
"Leave me alone! haven't you tourtured me alone, tortued all of us enough?" I said desperatley.
"Us? You mean the f'ag? He deserves everthing I can do to him, and if you tell him about me, I'll kill him. And it won't be quick. Tell anyone, and he dies. That is a promise."
"No...not Stryker," I trailed off, picturing life without my best friend, and shuddering at the though, "i won't tell, just leave him alone," I said defeated.
"Good girl," Ben said, amused.
There was a crunching of sticks and leave as he left me. Being quiet didn't matter anymore, as long as it was only me, he could do whatever he wanted.
I fell back onto the sand, shaking and crying. My breathing was shallow, and I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in fear, and in memories. He'd be back, I knew. Only this time, I knew I couldn't stop him. I couldn't tell the only person who would understand, or he would be tortured and killed. Thoughts whirled around my head, suffocating me.
"Jules? JULIET!" Zeke was running across the beach, "whats going on?"
"Parents," I blubbered, silently thanking god that I had something to blame it on. For a moment, I was amused at the fact that I was grateful for their divorce. But the feeling was gone in a slip second, and I was back to my defeated, broken self.
Being the amazing person he was, Zeke held me while I cried, even though he didn't know what for. But I did. I cried for the agaony of my memories, and the agony soon to come. Ben wouldn't leave me for long. Not when I was so vunerable. I knew I couldn't tell Zeke, Ben would kill him in a heartbeat.
After a while I calmed myself down. I accepted my fate. If this was what had to happen to protect the ones I loved, I would. I would do anything.
I stood up, and looked into Zeke's eyes. His eyes were pooled with tears.
"Whats wrong babe? Im okay," I said, instantly concerned.
"I hate to see you this way...it makes me want to fix everything..so you'd never have to cry again. It makes me so angry..your parents," he mumbled, his feelings evident in his eyes.
I took his head in my hands and kissed him hard, parting my lips to grant his tongue entrance. He cupped my neck in his hand, to deepen the kiss. A small gasp escaped my lips, and we fell back into the sand. His hand traced fire over my stomach, where he traced patterns. He moved to my neck, lavishing it in attention. He alternated with teeth and tongue, smiling when my breathing hitched. I slipped my hands into his shirt putting my palms on his chest, memorizing the dips and curves of him.
I loved Zeke, and I knew it. He was mine, and we were meant to be. Forever and always.
Smiling at the thought, I kissed him again.
--->part 7.
I laid on the sand next to Zeke, feeling more contnent that I had in a long time. All thoughts of my perv uncle and my neglectful parents have been forgotten. There was only Zeke.
I linked my hand in his, and sighed. I knew that we'd have to leave soon, but all the same I wanted this moment to stretch on forever. This perfect sense of peace tha tI knew couldn't last. Eventually Zeke sat up, and slipped back into his now-sandy clothes. I did the same.
"I wish we could stay this way forever," I sighed, resting my head on his chest.
"Me too," he said back, "but then again, we'll have forever, right? You'll be mine and I'll be yours. Until I die,"
"Until I die," i replied softly, really trying to believe it. But who knew how long that would be? Who knew what ben would do?
I swallowed my tears and just pulled him closer by his belt loops. I kissed his lips lightly, and then told him that I had to pick up the girls from rehearsal.
We walked together for a while, and I was surprised at how safe Zeke made me feel. Even if he wasn;t aware of what he was "protecting" me from.
For a fleeting moment I thought about telling him about Ben. But then decided against it. 'I love him more than anything. I'd die before I put him in danger.' I thought to myself. Putting him in harms way was out of the question.
After a while he had to go a different direction than I did, so we had to seperate. As soon as he wasn't beside me, I was thrown bakc into my twisted reality. Pain, betrayel, worry. My paranoia must have been evident to the girls, because several of them asked if I was alright. I deflected their questions and hurried them to the mess hall, where I ate a hasty dinner, and took the girls back to the cabin. There would be no late night chats, I was going to bed.
I slipped into pajamas and laid don swiftly, attempting to silence the screaming thoughts in my head. I knew he wouldn;t leave me alone long. He would come soon. I could only pray that my sweet girls would be asleep.
I laid awake until 1 0am, and thats when he came. I turned to the window to see Uncle Ben's cruel face smiling in at me. I got up and sloly walked towards the window, my feet feeling like lead weights.
I cracked the window, and bit my lip to hold back tears.
"Please, leave me alone...please" I begged.
"Who could leave you alone? That boy today couldn't. What was his name? Zeke?" he hissed.
"No, leave him alone. Stryker too. Do whatever you want to me. But god, not them," I begged.
"Oh don't worry dear. I won;t touch a hair on their heads, so long as you do as I wish."
"Fine," I mumbled, defeated.
"I'll be back tomarrow. And fix yourself up a bit for chirst sake," he said, his voice colored with triumf, the thrill of winning.
"I'll be here," I said.
With that he left, funning offf into the night, to hide, to wait until tomarrow.
I laid back down, trying to rationalize, but to no avail.. The mere thought of he hands on me made my skin crawel. Made me feel disgusting. The pent-up tears fell then, and I marvled at how such an aweful day could turn so perfect, and back to horrid.
But if this is what it took to protect those I loved, than I would do it.
--->part 8.
I woke up the next morning with an odd sense of calm. Not to say I wasn't afraid. I was scared sh!ttless. But at least I knew what was going to happen. And when. Despite the dugust I felt toward it all, it helped that my sense of uncertainty was gone.
I junped into a pink poofy skirt, and a pink checked tanktop. My pink laced converse finihsed my look. :]
I woke my girls with some blasting music, Fly Leaf's All Around Me. Before long I had them all dancing around on their beds, pajamas and all. And I was laughing. Really, true belly laughs.
The song ended, and the girls got dressed. We had the day off and could do whatever we chose. So i broke out the water balloons.
Before I came, I had gone to the dollar store and picked up a few fun things, like sill ystring and water balloons. It took us and hour and a half to fill the balloons, because we kept trying to fill them too big. But finally we were done, and deicded to invite the other campers, and their councelors.
Zeke arrived first, and he pulled me in for a kiss. After a lot of ooohhhs and ahhwws from our campers, we pulled away and Zeke bowed.
"That BETTER be Zeke!" Eliza yelped.
"Of course it is!" I said, my cheeks turning a bright red.
"You've been talking about me?" Zeke said, laughing.
"Nahh," I said, but I ruined it when I giggled.
Before I knew it the girls and Zeke were huddled together, and I could hear them dishing about me. I was alone with 14 boys.
"He's told us about you too, ya know," A boy said.
"Reallyy?" I replied.
"Yup, says he's in lovee," said a boy with flaming red hair. He said love like a catchy virus. I laughed until my sides hurt. The boys then continued to tell me abut all the things Zeke had said about me.
Before I realised it, Stryker and his group showed up, and he popped into my huddle, and started screaming
"EGGS AND BACON, EGGS AND BACON!"
"Thats off of 'Cory in the House'" The red-head stated.
When Brandy's group showed up, we started the balloon fight. I was clobbered by the boys from Zeke and Stryker's groups. Brandy stayed pretty dry, and Zeke and Stryker were attacked by the girls. It ended when the balloons were gone.
Or so I thought. Suddenly Stryker came up behind me and pinned my arms to my sides. Then Zeke came Out and popped a water balloon over my head. I was laughing and kicking, and suddenly Zeke leaned forward and pressed his wet lips to mine.
Stryker let go of me as though he'd been electrocuted.
"Ack! Ew! People, please, god. Im allergic to compassion," he spat, pretending to be grossed out.
"Group Hug for stryker!" I yelled, and Stryker was mobbed by us, and all the campers.
We took the kids to the jungle gym, and all of the kids ran to swing from the monkey bars. Zeke ad Brandy went to supervise, leaving Stryker and I to sit on a bench.
"So, new love intrest?" I queried.
"How'd you know?" he said.
"You have this..I dont know, a glow. You seem peppier, and more hyper. You, my dear friend, are in love," I said, satisfied with my answer.
"And you my dear friend, are correct. I have met the boy of my dreams," he sighed.
"OMG?! Spill. Name, whats he like? Where's he from? And when the hellena did this all happen?!"
"Slow youre roll babe. Name, Travis Ellington. He's amazing, really. He just, gets me. Its hard to explain. I feel like I can be myself with him. You know, no matter what, he's mine. And he is the hotttesstt thing at this camp. He has auburn shaggy hair, with th most electirfying green eyes that I have ever seen. He's bi, but he likes guys best. He likes me best. He;s from a small town about 15 miles away from my house. This happened a few weeks ago. I was going to tell you, really. But you seem, off Jules, whats wrong.
"Nothing is wrong," I mumbled.
I was lying. But how could I tell Stryker this? When he was so happy? How could I tell him that my soul was slowly being ripped to shreds. That I was slowly dying inside, not a person, but a shell of what was, what could have been?
Stryker let my feeble lie slide, with a knowing look. I knew that this wouldn;t be the last time I heard about it.
The day slipped by so quickly that I was scarcley aware of the time. Some time between kisses with Zeke and climbing the monkey bars with Brandy, Mrs. Benson came and yelled at us for being out past curfew. We all huried back to the cabin, and it wasn;t until after i had slipped into my nightgown that I remembered.
Tonight he would come.
--->part 9.
I laid in bed in a pair of jeans and an orange sports bra, waiting. I didn't lay there long, maybe an hour or two, before I heard the cunching of twings and a charactaristic tap on the window. I slipped out of bed, and slowly walked towards the window, hating myself more with each step I took. Every particle of my being was screaming at me to turn around, to scream, and run.
But I continued forward.
I opened the window. This time I wouldn't bother to beg.
"Outside," he hissed. I crept through the girls room, quietly opening and closing the door. I made my way around to the back of the cabin.
I took a moment to really look at Ben. He was bridging 40, and slightly overweight. He wore a purple shirt with the raiders logo on it, and his jeans were already unbluckled. I cringed.
He turned and looked at me, his intent clear in his eyes.
"Scared?" he mumbled, walking closer.
"No," I said, but my voice cracked, giving me away.
"You're lying," he said, "but i dont care."
His hands were on me then, roaming around, on my stomach, the samll of my back, my face. I almost gagged, and I felt disgusting. He made my skin crawel. He kissed my neck roughly, his teeth biting into a tender spot, making me bleed. Ben grabbed my neck and pulled me in, he shoved his tongue in my mouth roughly, and I wanted to scream.
He stripped me of my clothes, and I could feel myself reverting back to that scared ten year old. I cried and begged, pleading.
"You know you want me to, you little who're"
He threw e to the ground, and he did what he pleased. I tried to distance myself from it, but it made no difference. And when it was finally over, he cackled, and stood up. I layed where i was, crying, in a feetle postion. He kicked me in the ribs.
"Best make a better effort next time, you sl'ut. Or everyone yo care about dies."
-->that morning.
I had stumbled back into the cabin, and when i had gotten to my cabin I sobbed until I fell into a fitful sleep.
I woke the next morning feeling worse than before, and looking like it.
My eyes had deep purple circles under my eyes, and a large bruise on my ribs. And even I could see, my eyes were empty. If eyes were truley the windows to the soul, then it would seem as though I had none.
"I look like someone died.." I thought to myself.
Then moments later, I had another thought.
"Somone is dying..I am..he;s going to kill me this time. And if he doesnt kill me, then I will. I can't do this forever," the thought brought on a fresh round of tears. When I calmed down, I put on excessive amounts of makeup, in a pathetic attempt to hide my pain.
It didnt work.
--->part 10.
I finally ripped myself away from the mirror and tried to gage the weather. I walked to the window and placed my hand on the cool glass. It seemed to be somewhat chily outside, so I grabbed a pair of serevrely ripped skinny jeans, and a black and white checked long sleeve. I grabbed a blue and white bow, for no real reason. I woke the girls, and after they were dressed I dropped most off at their lessons and such, glad to see that they all had somehing going on. I was planning to go back to my cabin, and attempt to sleep off my agony, but suddenly, Stryker stopped me.
"You're coming on a picnic," he stated, with his hands on his hips.
"Uhm, no. I'm not," I mumbled back, biting my lip.
With my senses on hyperdrive, I heard someone running up behind me. I whipped around, and was relieved to see Zeke bounding towards me, wearing an ACDC shirt and one red and one black converse. He swept me into his arms and peppered my face with kisses. I laughed and kissed him back, relishing the way his lips felt on mine. Warm, gentle..nothing like..
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Stryker yelled, "ALLERGIC TO COMPASSION!"
Zeke and I laughed, and I flashed him the finger and kissed Zeke again. Juno style.
"Really Juliet. You,are going on this picnic," Zeke said suddenly.
"And if I don't?" I said playfully, even though I was going to come.
"Ill never kiss you again!" Zeke said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, well in that case, I'll have to come," I whispered.
I found out that Tiff, Brandy, and Strykers new beau, Travis Ellington would also be coming.
"Travis? THE Travis?" I yelped, looking to Stryker.
"The very same," he sighed, a far-away look in his eyes.
Before long we reached an apple grove, where Brandy and Tiff had gone ahead to set up the blanket. Zeke and I stole a corner by a big tree. Zeke leaned back on the tree, and I sat between his legs and leaned on him. I pulled my knees up to my chest and surveyed those around me.
Brandy, well she was Brandy. SHe wore a pair of jean shorts so short it shouldve been illegal. Tiff was wearing a lace cami that hugged her tall form perfectly, paired with distressed bell bottom jeans.
Mostly though, I watched Stryker and Travis, and I could see whatStryker felt. Travis had auburn hair that fell just over his chocolate-colored eyes. He was wearing a blue 'We the Kings' tee, and his long legs were sheathed in a pair of dark skinny jeans. It seemed as though he was the polar opposite to Stryker. Strike was wearing an all white shirt with a rainbow on the front, and tight, black skinny jeans. But even so, somehow they seemed to fit. I could see that Stryker was crazy for this guy. They were sitting very close, fingers intertwined. Travis leaned over to Styker and whispered something in his ear, making him smile. And even though it was quick, I didnt miss Stryker leaning over very quickly, and kissing Travis's neck. And I also didnt miss the way Strykers green eyes sparkled, and the way Trav couldn't stop grinning.
And I wondered if Zeke and I looked that way. I turned around and gazed up at him. Yes, I decided. We must.
Which is why I could never tell him. I could never live wihtout Zeke. And if I told him, his first reaction would be to kick the snot out of Ben. Ad I didn't know what Ben had. A gun? Knife?
Not worth the risk, I said silently, stretching to kiss Zeke's jaw. He smiled and looked down at me, his hair falling in his eyes.
"Stryker doesnt look like he;s allergic to compassion anymmore," he joked, lightly gesturing to Stryker and Travis.
IN the few moments I had turned away, alot had happened. Stryker was sitting on Travis's lap, kissing his lips hungrily. I didn't miss where his hand was placed, and that he was moving gently, causing little groans and yelps to erupt for Trav's mouth. Stryker was smiling.
"Get a room!" I yelled, laughing.
Stryker jumped, and slid off of Travs lap, but not befre silently mouthing "Later" to Trav.
ALl of the sudden we realised that we hadn't eaten. SO we ate and talked, and laughed. At one point, seltzer even came out of Brandy's nose.
And through it all, I almost forgot what tonight, and all the nights to come would bring.
Almost.
It still hung over me like a black cloud, but there was a new, pinpoint of light.
This had to stop. For me to be happy, I would have to end this.
A few more nights, and I would do just that.
--->part 11
With renewed determination and a glimmer of hope, I walked out that night to meet Ben.
He must not have had much acsess to showers, because I could smell him before I could see him. As always he lunnged for me, like a starved animal.
"One last time, one last time..." I silently screamed. If my plan went as I hoped, it would be over soon.
Once more, his hands were all over my body, tounching me in places nobody would be near in normal circumastances. I cringed each time his lips caught mine, each "kiss" more painful than the last. Beofre long my lips were bleeding, old cuts reopened by his bruising teeth. I licked my lips and attempted silence, but before long, hoplessness and depression caught hold once more.
"Please, no," I whispered as his hands fumbled with my br_a.
"Yes, you little w_hore. Beg, beg and maybe your Uncle Benny will stop. I'll leave and never come back, beg."
Even though I knew this was a lie, I begged. I begged when his fingers raked down my stomach, leaving long, bleeding cuts behind. I begged when he hit and kciked, leaving new bruises to match the old. I begged, and I begged.
Finally, they came. I heard the sirens, and I almost cried in relief. The police had been suspicious when I from my cell phone earlier, but I had told them where we'd be, and what he would be doing. The woman on the other line had thought it was a bad idea, but I told her that I could do it. I could be strong for another night.
Ben didn't hear them until they were clomping back around the cabin, so lost in exstasy, as he was. But, much to my suprise, he was up faster than any man of his size should be, and had a gun at the ready. I groaned when I saw that only two, older, oficers were coming. The 911 operator obviously hadnt taken me seriously.
"I'll get you. Im going to kill all of you," Ben hissed, letting one shot fire into the leg of the first officer, then running off into the woods. I knew I could catch him if I wasnted, as fast as I am, but I knew that the officers couldnt. Tears began to streak down my face.
The officers turned away as I slipped my clothes back on, defeted. Soon enough, more people came, an ambulance for the injured man, whose name I found out was Officer Martinez. All the campers woke, though none of them knew what was going on. Eventually Zeke and Stryker were awaken, and they learned from an officer what had happened.
"You didn't tell me?" Stryker said, confusion and hurt writen across his face.
I broke into tears before I could answer, but even now, after the lies and everything, my bestfriend was there for me. He took me in his arms and let me blubber, and after a moment Zeke joined, their bodies sheildingme from the world. I knew I wasn;t really safe, but in that moment, I felt as though nothing could touch me. Despite the sheer terror that thrummed through my veuns, there was a slight sense of security that emanated form out little huddle. And that made me feel a bit better.
But not by much.
--->part 12
After understanding the urgencey of the situation, sent out some more fast, and thankfully, younger officers to search for Ben. So far they had come up empt handed, so anyone who had any connection with me had been notified, and the people closest to me had to be kept save, under 24 hr suveilence. I wasn't able to call my parents because the police were worried that Ben had the lines wired. I tried to explain to him that he wasn't that smart, but they woudnt budge. They had called my parents, so they had to know what had been going on, but I still wanted to call. They had me, Zeke, Stryker, Brandy,and the rest of the councelours were hidden in a motel about 0 miles away from the camp. The kids were sent home on an 'extrended vacation'.
I sighed and looked around the room, surveying the depressing enviormant. The drab walls of the motel were covered in bleak, faded walll paper. It all matched my mood really, depressed, and defeated. I knew in my heart that they would never find Ben. He would hunt and hunt..killing those loved until I killed him.
That was it. I would have to kill him myself. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks, but as soon as it came, I knew it was true. Kill, or be killed.
I wasn't sure how to do it, but i knew that it had to be fast, and it had to happen soon. As night fell I began o form a loose plan. Obviously, I had to get a gun. Unfortunaley, the closest gun was located in the hand of a ripped officer, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get ti from him. Then it hit me. Ben had a gun. I didnt know if I could do it, but I had a plan. And that made me feel a bit better.
--hours later.
I sighed, relishing what could be the last moments I shared with Zeke. The way the sleeping arrangements fell, I got to sleep in a queen sized with him. (not that anything would happen, with the officer in the next room.) I pushed my face to his chest, tempted to stay there, and fall asleep to his rythmic breathing. For a moment I laid there, smellling him, taking in as much of him as possible beofer I had to go, maybe forever. Then, i sat up on my elbows and looked at his face. He look so innocent, his long lashes rested on his cheecks, all of his worry and pent up anger that had been so evident on his face, over the past few hours was gone, leaving behind a serene,calm exxpression. If this went wrong tonight, and I couldn't make it back..this is what I would last think of. Zeke, and his sweet, perfect face. Him and Stryker..they were the reasoning behind this. I would either kill or die for them. Tonight.
I slipped out of bed regretfully, sliding into a worn pair of jeans and my worn 'Convington High' hoodie, and quickly stuffed my feet into my converse. Looking around the room, i saw the window, a carefully I eased it open, wincing as it creaked. I turned and saw that nothing had changed, everything was perfect. For now. I slipped out the window, into the black night. A full moon cast shadows all around me, and the slightest of noises sent me into overdrive, all because of Ben. He'd ruin my life twice. Now I'd end his or die trying.
AS soon as my feet hit the ground I was running. The slap of my converse on the pavement was loud, but I was pretty sure that no one knew I was gone. The camp wasn't too far, and my small frame and quick feet made getting there relativley easy. Walking into the woods, now that was the hard part. Each twig that cracked, I thought was either Ben or the cops, coming to drag me away. This was the only shot I'd ever have, and I needed to use it.
"Ben?" I called softly into the woods, breaking the deadening silence of the forest, "It's me, Juliet. And I want you,"
I almost gagged at these words, but I knew I'd never find him otherwise. After about five minutes of dead silence, just enough time to make me want to turn and run, a voice floated out from the darkness.
"Whose with you?"
"Nobody," I said, my voice quavering, "I was wrong...I do need you, need..everything," I choked out.
He came then, his want overpowing his suspicion. After a quick look around, he saw that we were indeed alone. A cruel smile spread over his face, a smile that I, unfortunatley, had come to know all too well.
"I knew you'd come back, they always do," he sneered, already unbuttoning his trousers.
"Wait, Ben. Let me make up for the bad things I've done," I said, trying to pluck up the courage to go though with my plan.
I approached him, and in a pathetic atempt to be s'exy, pulled him closer to me by his hips. It felt wrong and disgusting, and I sucked my stomach in when his protruding gut touched my abdomen. I dropped to my knee's, and swallowed my fear. I reached around, as if to pull him closer, and to give him what he wanted. But intstead I grabbed the gun from his back pocket, and jumped back to my feet. It took him precious moments to realise what I had done, and he was ready to kill.
"You f'uckin'g b'!tch, you tricked me, you wh'ore, I'll make you pay," he screamed, lunging at me. I jumped out of the way in the nick of time, but his meaty hand reached out suddenly, pulling me down be my ankle. The movement caught me of guard, and the gun sipped from my hand, flying about ten feet away. He started to beat me then, throwing punches to my face and stomach, any part of me he could reach. It knocked the breath out of me, and I was forced to lay there, waiting for my doom.
"You thought you could get rid of me, huh? I would've found you ayway, you only sped up the process. And now, I'm going to kill you. Im going to kill you, and everything you care about. You're little boyfriend? I'll kill him quick, but it'll painful. But your f'agg'ot friend, he's getting killed slowly, I'm going to push him until he is begging for death. And your parents, I'll find them..maybe they keep divorce files.."
That was it. The surge of rage that filled me was unbelievable. I slid out from under him, using strength I never thought i would poses. I scrambled to wheree the gun lay, and held it, pointed towards Ben's shocked face.
You won't hurt them or I ever again," I said, and I pulled the trigger. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then, Ben's final breath as he fell to the dirt, the blood seeping out of the gaping hole in his head.
Then my broken body gave out, all stress and emotion fading. And before I coud get a grip, everything went black
--->part 13. (last part!)
My first thought when I woke up was that it seemed like I had been asleep for a long time. the next, was the god-aweful ache that i could feel all over my body. I opened my eyes, then immediatley closed then, because the light burned my eyes. Slowly I re-opened them, to find Zeke lightly tracing patterns over my left arm.
"Whats going on?" I whispered, licking my lips, and wincing as they cracked.
"Three broken ribs, minor coincussion. Broken wrist, and fractured elbow. A horrid bruise on your left cheeck bone. And a horrid panic attack," Zeke whispered, anger seething through his words.
"I don't remember a panic attack," I mumbled, confused for a moment.
"I wasn;t talking about you. It was me who had a panic attack, or dam'n near clsoe. WHat were you thinking? Leaving me to wake and see that you were gone? You could've f'ucking died Juliet! Don't you now this? ANd I would've died too. I can't live in a world where you don't exist. You ARE my world,my one, my only," His said, his voice cracking, fading at the end. A few tears seeped through his closed lids.
"Im sorry," I said, tears welling up in my own eyes,"he was going to hurt you, and Stryler? WHat else could I do? I knew the police wouldn't have found him, and I couldn't stand the uncertainty of it all. He ruined my life twice, how could I let it happen a third time? I'm sorry..he was going t hurt you," I repeated, crying openly.
"I'm overeacting, I'm sorry. You're okay, for the most part. I love you," Zeke said, kissing my forehead.
"You too," I said, smiling. I leaned forward to kiss him, and groaned when all my tubes and wires held me back, "Inconveiniant much?" I mumbled.
Just then, Stryker came in, gripping Travis's hand tightly.
"You're awake then? I'd hit you, but I'd probably crack another one of you're ever-loved ribs. Jes'us chi'rst Jules, what the he'll were you thinking?" Stryker said, shaking his fringe out of his eyes.
"Lay off man, she wasn't thinking straight. Calm down," Zeke said soothingly.
"Right, calm," Stryker said, taking a breath,"you feeling alright?"
"Just peachy," I grimaced. Then suddenly, a thought came to my mind.
"Is he dead?" I gasped.
"Yes, he's gone. Deader than a doornail, never to harm anyone again," an officer said, stepping into the room," That was a stupid thing you did young lady, a bravfe thing,yes, but stupid none the less,"
"Can we stop telling me how stupid I am?!"I exclaimed," I understand this. It was stupid, I get it!"
The officer continued on to ask questions, and I answered to the best of my abilities. But throughout the rest of the day, it still came as a shock everytime someone said something related to Ben being dead. It was amazing, the relief I felt. AS light as air, like someone had lifted a huge cloak of darkness off of my shoulders, like the light had been renewed into my life. It was odd to think that I had felt this way before, carelless and happy. I marveled at this. Happy, was it truley possible? That a girl like me, who was once a shelll of a human being, could really, truley be happy? Gazing at the people around me, Zeke, Stryker, my parents..lookng at their faces, I decided that I could. I was definatley happy. Sure, hard times were coming...my parents were still getting a divorce, and I'd have to deal with that. But now, at this point, I was happy.
The doctors said I would be hopsitalized for about three weeks, and Zeke brought me my school work. Between that and my physical therapy, I kept rather busy. On the rare days that he wasn;t with Trav, Stryker would bring me Mcdonalds or Subway, saving me fromt he disgusting hospital food. This wasn't often though, they were busy being in love, those crazy kids.
Zeke was amazing. He stayed with me all the way, helping me thrrough physical therapy, reading to me at night. He wrote me poems andtold me about what was going on outside. He was that perfect boyfriend, and its still a thrill to know that he is mine.
Finally, FINALLY, I was allowed to leave the hospital. I got home and recieved a whole bunch of get-well cards, and teddy bears, and tons of chocolate. More people cared than I could ever imagine. Even with my family falling apart, I was relativley happy.
And that was just fine with me.
--->Epilouge! (:
~six months later~
I was sitting on yet another picnic blanket with my head propped up against Zekes shoulder. Stryker sat across from me, his hand linked with Travis's. Tiff was sitting on the lap of yet another 'flavor of the month' as I liked to call them. Lately she'd been on a boy-binge, dating anyone and everyone. She was happy though, and that was fine with me. This ones name was Joey, had sandy blonde hair that reached to just below his ears, he was about medium height. He was a bit of a contrast to the rest of us, what with our dark hair and all. But he seemed to fit, and Tiff thought he was the one. He completed our little group niceley, crackling jokes when it got silent, or breaking into song.
The last few months had been difficult, but nothing compared to the horrors that I had seen this summer..copmpared to that, my family falling apart was a stroll in the park. Many a night had been spent in on Strykers couch or Tiff's bed to avoid the fighting, but thats okay. Zeke was still, obviously, my one and only. I looked up at his and smiled, kissing his cheek and moving the hair out of his eyes.
I smiled and looked at those around me..my little circle. These were the people that I loved, the ones that I had risked it all for, and come out victorious. I came, I saw, and I conquered. And these people, were my trouphy's. And that is, and will always be, the best dam'n award i'd ever get.
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