Chapter 9: Kisses and Bruises

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After school, Mrs. Shuler drove me to her house. She said that it shouldn't take long to move the boxes, which I didn't care, as long as I got to be around her more, I didn't care how long it would take.

We pulled up at her house and it always seems to amaze me because of how big and beautiful it is. I've only been here once, but it will always amaze me. I just never seen a house this gorgeous, and having a gorgeous woman live in it? That's a plus.

We got out and walked to the front door and I was staring down a little too low than I should have. She was wearing a tight skirt today and I could not keep my eyes off of her all day. She never usually wears anything like it, and I don't know why she's now wearing them, but it does not bother me one bit.

Unless everyone else is checking her out, which they were and I felt jealousy rising inside of me. I never get jealous over anything, but when all the boys were practially drooling over her, I had to take a couple of deep breaths so I wouldn't hit them with a chair.

I followed her inside and was completely shocked to see so many boxes lined up against the wall. There had to be at least twenty or more, it was crazy. There were big boxes and then small ones on top of them. It was like someone was moving in.

Or someone moving out..

Mrs. Shuler turned to me, "Ok, so you want to go ahead and start moving them outside?" why the hell else would I be here for if not to move boxes?

I nodded and we started grabbing the little ones first, since they were the easiest ones to carry. I was curious about what was inside of the them, as well as the big ones. I just wanted to know why they were here in the first place because they weren't here when I was here last week.

I watched Mrs. Shuler carry boxes out and I couldn't help but think if these were her husband things, and if so, was he moving out? Matt told me that they were having problems, could he be right? I didn't think I would believe him, but everything is starting to seem that way.

I sat a box down outside as Mrs. Shuler went inside for the last box and I noticed a picture frame laying in the box that I just sat down. I picked it up to look at it and that's when I noticed that this was their wedding picture. I didn't like looking at this, but some how I couldn't look away. I stared at the picture as I noticed Mrs. Shuler wearing a beautiful white dress, and her husband next to her. They were both smiling and seemed happy. I couldn't understand what made them fall apart..

"What are you doing?" I looked over to see Mrs. Shuler standing with a box in her hands, watching me. I noticed that I was still holding onto the picture, so I slowly put it back in the box and acted like I wasn't looking at anything.

She sat the box down then walked to me and shut the box that was in front of me. She sat another box on top of it then looked at me. I didn't know what her problem was, but I didn't mean to piss her off from looking at a picture.

"I'm sorry," it seemed like the right thing to do because honestly I didn't know what to say. She was looking at me like I just commited a crime.

She sighed, "Don't go through these boxes," I nodded then watched her look at all the boxes that were laying out in her garage. We finally managed to get all the boxes out of the house and it was exhausting.

She sat down on one of the boxes and I stood there, watching her. I didn't know what was wrong because just a minute ago before she saw me look at that picture, she was fine and now she's not.

And I'm not standing around and act like I'm not worried.

"Mrs. Shuler," she looked up at me. I know she told me to call her by her first name, but I really feel like this is not the right time. "I know that this is a personal thing, and I know that I shouldn't invade, but you did bring me here to help you move these boxes, and I'm not going to act like I'm not curious about it," she stared at me and I was wondering if I was saying the right things.

"Is these boxes for your husband?" there, I said it.

I watched as her eyes held something and I knew it must pain her to talk about it, but I was curious and I was tired of seeing her in distress.

She sat there for a while until she spoke, "Yes," she looked up at me then sighed, "We're getting a divorce and all these boxes are his," she put her head in her hands and I couldn't help but feel bad. I hate the thought of their divoce ending because it's always a hard thing to go through.

I went through my parents divorce and it killed me. I didn't want it to happen but it did. The day my mom told me that they were seperating, I was freaking out. I couldn't understand it at the moment because I was young, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to have to choose between my mom or my dad because I wasn't ready to have to face that.

But I didn't have to choose because my dad moved to Texas a year after and of course I didn't go with him. My sister and I stayed here with mom for the next six years until she died. Then everything turned to shit and my life went straight to hell.

I looked down at Mrs. Shuler as she sat there with her head in her hands. I needed to do something, anything to make her feel better. But what?

I knelt down in front of her and grabbed her hands away from her face. I watched as her eyes met mine and I could see tears forming in the corners. It broke my heart to have to see this woman like this, because I've never seen her so vulnerable before.

"Olivia," she slightly smiled and it made my stomach explode with butterflies. "Everyone goes through something in their life that breaks them down, but once you realize that greater things are coming, you'll pick yourself up again and become better than ever," I smiled and slowly reached my hand up to her face and wipe away a tear that was about to fall. I caught sight of her smiling and I smiled back at her.

"You are something, Samantha. You are truly a gift from God because I never heard such an inspirational message from an eighteen year old," she squeezed my hand and I felt every current of elecricity run through my arm.

I smiled at her, "I'm more mature than you think," I noticed that she was still holding my hand and I'm not sure if she even knew that.

"You are, and that's what makes you unique," she lifted her hand up and pulled a strand of hair behind my ear. She smiled at me and I was instantly lost in her smile.

We were inches apart and I'm not sure if she felt what I felt because at that moment, I was burning up. I felt my cheeks begin to burn and my palms were sweaty. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hang on for long from being so close to her.

I felt a pull and I could not ignore it. I slowly leaned in and felt my own heart beat out of my chest from all of my emotions happening at once.

I felt my lips on hers and that's when I knew that this magnetic pull was beyond anything I could control. At that moment, I didn't care if what I was doing wasn't right, my heart was screaming while my mind was racing.

It only took a second to realize that she had pushed me back and was now standing up, looking more pissed than ever.

"What are you doing!?" I could practically see the steam rising from her from even on the ground. It was scary but somehow I wasn't scared.

I watched as she walked away to the door. She stopped and turned around to look at me, "You need to leave," was all she said before she walked in and slammed the door.

Now I'm sitting on the ground, confused and possibly broken hearted. I couldn't understand what just happened because my brain can't process everything all at once. It was like a dream and a nightmare all in one.

I just kissed Mrs. Shuler.

I got up and immediately walked out of her garage and onto the sidewalk. I didn't know what I was doing, but she told me to leave. I don't even know if I know where my house is.

I decided to walk, because it was better than standing there in front of her house where she can see me and possibly throw something out of the window at me to make me leave.

I didn't understand though. I mean, I know I kissed her but she saw me leaning in but yet she didn't stop me then. I didn't have any control over what I was doing because it was like everything in my body turned against me.

I just can't believe I kissed her.

What's going to happen now?

I was walking down the sidewalk when this car pulled up next to me. I looked towards it and saw a guy jump out and I instantly knew who he was.

Jessica's friend

I panicked and started running but it didn't do me any good because he grabbed me from behind and pulled me towards the car. I started kicking and tried to punch whatever I could, but it was no use, he was stronger than me.

I noticed that we were still a little in front of Mrs. Shuler's and I decided to start screaming. It was my best bet and if she heard me then she can come out and stop this guy.

But she never heard me, so I was forced to be put inside the car. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I looked around and noticed that the guy was sitting in the back with me and two other guys in the front. I knew that this couldn't be good.

"Jessica told us that you were missing," I looked over and saw that guy staring at me and I wanted to throw up. I could barely look at him without feeling nauseous. He wasn't that bad looking, but he just had that look in his eyes that made you want to turn away from him.

I noticed that he was still staring at me, waiting for me to answer. I didn't know what to say because honestly I was too scared to. I shook my head, "I wasn't missing,"

He smiled, "We kind of figured that, but you wasn't home so she sent us to look for you," he looked out the back window than at me, "Where were you at?" I stared at him as he looked back at me and I knew that I could not give any information out.

I shook my head, "Just a friend from school. It's really none of your business," I didn't know why he wanted to know, it wasn't like where I go was anything he should be concerned about.

"Your sister asked because she's worried about you," oh please. That is such bullshit. My sister doesn't like me going anywhere unless it's to the store for her and anywhere she wants to go.

I rolled my eyes, "How thoughtful of her," she couldn't be anymore like a sister to me than she already was.

He kept staring at me and it was really making me uncomfortable. "Your sister is thoughtful. She's an amazing woman," oh gross. He reached over and touched my arm and I pulled back really fast. "Don't be like that," he scooted over to where it made me move back against the door. "You know.. I've fucked your sister," I stared at him as he looked at me, "I know what she tastes like, smells like and looks like," he kept gazing down at me and I felt my insides turn. "I wonder that about you," he slowly reached down and unbuckled his belt and that's when I knew I needed to get out.

I tried to open the door again but it was still locked and I couldn't pull that thing up to unlock it manually. The guy grabbed my arm and made me turn towards him. He had a look in his eyes and I knew what he was thinking.

I couldn't think of anything else to do but to punch him. It hurt like a bitch on my half, I just hope it hurt the same way on his. I never actually punched anyone before and now I know why because that shit hurts.

The guy held his nose then looked at me with the most hateful look anyone has ever given me. "You stupid bitch!" he swung at me and I moved a little but he still managed to hit me on my jaw.

I held my jaw then saw him move toward me. I knew that if I was going to get out of this, I'd have to break the window but I don't know how the hell I'm going to do it though, but I needed to think fast.

I swung and hit him in the face then I turned around real fast and started kicking the window. I saw this in movies before, why the hell was it not working now?

Oh, because this is real life.

I felt someone grab my hair. "You're a stubborn little bitch! I'm going to enjoy taking your virginity," that very sentence sent chills all over my body. He held my hair tight and it hurt like a bitch. I tried to hit him from behind but I couldn't get a good aim. Next thing I knew, he pulled my head back then forward until it hit the window.

I felt pain shoot through my head but I tried to ignore it as best as I could. This cannot be happening right now. Why me? I don't understand why all the bad shit happens to me.

I started feeling like I was about to pass out but I tried to hold on because I couldn't pass out, not now.

I turned around and grabbed his hair too and started pulling it. I didn't know where this was going, but I needed for him to stop beating my head against the window.

We were struggling in the seat with both of us pulling each others hair and that's when I glanced down and saw a tire wrench laying in the floor of the backseat. I knew that would break a window.

I reached down and grabbed it, then before I hit the window, I hit him in the face with it. Damn, that guy was irritating me. I heard the guys in the front seat start yelling but I didn't give them much thought as I hit the window a few times and it finally broke.

I reached out of the car to grab the handle and push the door open. We were still moving but I didn't care. I prayed for a miracle then jumped.

The pain from the impact was unbearable but I survived it. After I stopped rolling, I quickly got up when I heard tires squeal and I knew that it was those guys stopping. I started running, but I didn't know where to. I didn't care at the moment because I just needed to get out of there.

I cut through a couple of yards just to get some distance between those guys. I didn't know where I was at, but I didn't care at the moment. As long as I'm away from them, I'm fine.

I came out onto a street and started running in a direction that made sense to me at the moment. I kept running and that's when I heard a car horn. I was afraid to look to see who it was, but when they pulled up next to me, it was Matt. I stopped and looked at him to make sure it was him, and sure enough it was. I quickly got in his car and he looked me over.

"What the hell happened to you?" I looked at him and I knew that my face and my whole body must look like shit, but I didn't really have time for questions. Those guys are probably on my ass.

"Don't ask, just go!" I motioned for him to go and that's when he sped off. I was more than glad to be away from them, but I knew that this was just the beginning of a lot more shit.

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The ride was silence and I didn't know where he was taking me. I just hope it wasn't my house. I didn't want to go there and face Jessica, because I know that she sent those guys after me. How stupid can she be?

We pulled up at a house and I looked over at Matt. who was opening the door. "Come on, my mom will take care of you," wait, this was his house?

I admired the house when I got out of the car and it was beautiful. It wasn't too big, but also wasn't small. It was a cute little house with a porch and a big enough yard around it. We walked inside and I looked around to admire everything. It was cute on the inside too and I couldn't help but feel right at home.

I don't know why, but some times when I visit places, like new houses from new people, it's like I can tell what house makes me feel at home, and which one makes me feel uncomfortable. This was was definitely not that one. It had a touch of home in it, no matter who you were.

Matt took me to the kitchen where I seen a woman in an apron, cooking something on the stove. She had short blonde hair and she was a little short, but not by much. I may have been a few inches taller than her.

Matt walked to her and she turned around. "Oh! There you are," she smiled at him and her eyes landed on me. I could tell she was confused because I honestly look like a victim from a horror movie. "Oh dear, what happened to you?" she wiped her hands on her apron then walked to me.

She gently grabbed my face then looked over my body and examined it. I could tell that she was worried even though she didn't know me. She had that look in her eyes that was just a mothers way, I guess.

Matt came up next to her and told her that he saw me running down the sidewalk and didn't know what happened. He also explained to her that I was his best friend from school so she wouldn't be any more confused.

She was more than glad to help me with my injuries. She explained to me how she was nurse once and it was amazing to hear about it. She was amazing like Matt said, and I just met her. She was gentle when dealing with all my cuts from when I fell from the car, and my head had a bruise on the front from when it hit the window.

She kept asking what happened but I wasn't sure if I should tell her or not. It was a little too much for her to handle and Matt was still very much in the same room as us and he still doesn't know what is going on half the time.

"Well dear, does your parents know where you are?" I glanced at Matt who was watching then I looked back at her and nodded. She smiled then patted my leg. "Well, why don't I call them and ask if it's ok for you to spend the time over here," I watched as she got up but I stopped her.

"No, it's ok. They don't usually care. It'll be fine," she looked at me a little confused but she didn't ask anything else upon it. I was glad too.

Matt took me upstairs and showed me their guest room. I noticed that the room was like nobody slept in it and it amazed me from how clean it was.

I walked to the bed and sat down, the Matt walked in and sat next to me. "You don't have to lie to her," I gave him a confused look. "I could tell that you were lying to her, and she picked it up too. So don't waste your time lying,"

I grabbed his arm before he got up, "I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't know how bad I was at lying," he slightly smiled and I gently squeezed his arm. "I just don't think she or you could handle the truth right now,"

He stared at me for a while, "I'm your best friend, so I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever you throw at me. For my mom, she probably has heard worse, so it wouldn't scar her or anything," I smiled at that and stared at him.

He was my friend, and I could tell him anything. I could tell him everything for that matter. He would understand because he's been here with me for years, and not once has he left my side.

I needed to tell him.

I nodded, "Ok, I'll tell you," I was about to speak but he stopped me. I looked up at him, wondering what was wrong.

"You can tell me when you're ready, not because I told you," I watched as he smiled and made his way to the door. He turned back, "Dinner will be ready soon," he smiled and walked out.

I sat there and thought about everything. It was crazy as hell to me how everything keeps happening the way it is. I don't know what will happen next, but I pray that my luck turns a little.

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