Chapter 21

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Jessica's POV:

"I wish I didn't have to go into work today." Brianna frowns. "It's Saturday, like what is this bullshit?" She complains.

"I know right... I'll miss you." I pout.

"Hey, no being sad. You're too cute to be sad." She pulls me close to her, and kisses me. "Besides, we're going to have an amazing time tonight."

"We are. I can't wait to go out to dinner with you." I kiss her again. "You're so sweet."

"I am, aren't I?" She smirks. "But only to my girlfriend."

I still haven't gotten completely used to her calling me that yet. She's Brianna Steele. She doesn't do girlfriends, remember? I finally got to her though. After all my many attempts, she broke down. I guess she realized what she finally had. She realized what I've known all a long; that we're meant to be together. That we have something rare. Something that most people spend their whole life searching for. We're among the lucky ones really.

"I love it when you call me that." I tell her.

"I love calling you it." She pauses for a moment. "Jessica... You're the only one that I want."

Hearing her say it takes me by much surprise. Since we've been back together she hasn't even looked twice at another girl. I gave her rules for a few reasons. I don't want her to change for me. She is who she is. Love is about accepting the other persons flaws. The heart wants what it wants, and mine wants her.

"You don't know how long I've waited for that..." I reply.

"Well it's nothing but the truth, baby." She smiles. "So you'll meet me at the restaurant around 6:00?" She asks.

"Yup." I confirm. "Have a good day."

"You too Jess. See you later." She kisses me again before leaving.

Once she's gone, I decide to go back to my dad's apartment to start packing up my things. I already have quite a lot of stuff here, but I don't have everything. When I arrive there, my dad is sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Finally, you've brought my car back." His eyes are usually always glued to the TV screen, but he manages to look away briefly to give me one of his looks. I was supposed to return his car yesterday, but I got distracted with prom and all that. He can't blame a girl, it's only one of the most important days of her life.

"Sorry." I apologize. "But I need to talk to you about some stuff." Now was when I was going to break the news to him that I'm moving back in with Brianna.

"I've been thinking about a lot too, so come take a seat."

Even though a game is on, he shuts off the TV. I take a seat next to him.

"What is it?" I ask, worrying a bit. My dad is a typically healthy guy, but you never know. He could easily tell me he has cancer or something. He's really the only parent I have right now, I can't lose him.

"I decided I'm going to get another car. You can have mine."

"What?!" I nearly scream overly ecstatic at his news. "Really?!"

"Mhmm." He nods his head.

"Dad! You're the greatest!" I lean in and give him a big hug.

"Just remember that when I'm old and need someone to take care of me." He jokes.

"That's always the youngest sibling's job." I giggle.

"Okay, give me the keys back."

"Kidding, kidding." I couldn't stop smiling.

Things are really starting to look up for me. I have my own car, I have my very own girlfriend who I'm moving in with, and I'll be graduating and starting college soon. There's nothing standing in my way now.

"So what do you need to talk to me about?" He asks curiously.

"Well you know I'm back together with Brianna..."

He nods. "Mhmm." He tends to do that a lot.

"We've decided to move back in together." I announce.

"Don't you think it's a little fast, kiddo?" He questions, concerned about me.

"Dad, I love her. She makes me happy. I practically already live there anyways."

"That's true." He agrees. "I hardly ever see you anymore." He frowns. "I just don't want you hurt again, Jessica."

"I know dad. But it's different this time." He doesn't even know half of what happened last time, I only told him the basics. "She's different."

"You're sure about this?" He raises his eyebrow, looking at me.

"Positive." I answer, without a doubt in my mind.

"Then I'm happy for you, kiddo." Him and his nicknames for me, I swear.

"Thank you." I lean in and hug him again.

He hugs me back. "Take good care of my car, okay?" He commands me.

"Of course. And you mean my car now?" I smirk.

"Yes, your car."

"Thank you so much again." I thank him, being very grateful for his generosity.

"No problem, sweetie. Make sure you come visit me a lot alright? I miss you."

"I miss you too daddy." I usually don't call him that, but I know it like makes his week when I do, even if it is a bit childish.

He smiles. "I still need to meet this girlfriend of yours."

"We'll definitely set up a meeting soon." I assure him.

When my talk with him is over, I go to my room, which still wasn't fully unpacked I might add. I take out some boxes out of my closet and begin to shove crap in it. I have so many clothes, but not nearly as many clothes as Brianna. Her closet is humongous, but not nearly big enough for the two of us.

As I'm packing, I look through all of my clothes for something to wear tonight. I find this cute black dress I've had for a while, but have never actually worn. I think it'll be the perfect outfit for the occasion. I've never been to this French restaurant before, but I've heard it's supposed to be really good and fancy, so I definitely don't want to look under-dressed. I also pick out a pair of shoes to go along with it. Some high heels, which I usually don't wear much either, because I tend to be such a klutz. I don't mind wearing them tonight though; it's a special occasion and I want to look good for my girl.

It's really sweet and cute that she offered to take me out to dinner to celebrate me graduating soon. There's so much we have to celebrate besides that. We're back together and stronger then before. We're better then before. It's just amazing what our relationship has turned into. We've become such different people. Our experiences have shaped who we are. I know that together we will only grow.

I spend the rest of my day packing. I take a look at the clock and notice it's about an hour and a half before 6:00, so I decide to start getting ready. All of my boxes are in the trunk and back seat of my car. I'll just take them to Brianna's, well our place, after dinner. I don't want to do any physical activity after I get ready. I want to look as good as I possibly can. Brianna always looks amazing no matter what, and I know that she'll look gorgeous tonight as always. I just want to be good enough for her. I know she can get any girl she wants. Even if she only wants me, I still want to look my best.

Once I'm out of the shower, I put the black dress on before doing my face and hair. I have no idea what to do with my hair, so I decide to do nothing with it besides run a brush through it. I think it looks my best down or in a ponytail. A ponytail in my opinion is too formal for the place we're going to. I put on some mascara, eye shadow, and a nice shade of lipstick. Some people who wear lipstick do not wear their appropriate shade. It makes them look like a whore. To me, mine suits me. It's not too light, and it's not too dark. It's just right.

After I put my shoes on and spray some perfume, I notice I have about thirty or so minutes to get there. I say goodbye to my dad, before getting in the car and entering the address in that Brianna gave me in the GPS. It took me a lot longer to get there then I thought, and it was beginning to grow dark as I approached the place. I hope that I wasn't too late.

As I pull into the parking lot, I see how recluse the place is. There's hardly any cars and there's no people out in front, everyone is inside. I guess that's what happens when a restaurant is too expensive, not many people go because they can't afford it.

When I get out of my car, I notice Brianna isn't out front waiting for me. I take a seat at the bench in front of the restaurant, and take out my phone to call her.

"Hey babe." She answers. "I'm sorry, I'm running super late. I have just been swamped at work all day, it's been so crazy. I'll be there as soon as possible, sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay baby, I understand. Don't worry about it. I'll be waiting out front for you. I don't mind." I tell her.

"Okay, I'll see you soon beautiful." She hangs up the phone without saying another word.

I put my phone back in my purse, and sit there patiently. About fifteen minutes later, I hear someone call my name. I look up, startled to see Amanda in front of me.

"What are you doing here...?" I ask her, curiously. She's the last person that I want to see.

"I told you Jessica, you're going to get what's coming to you." She tells me, dead serious, looking into my eyes.

"Amanda..." I start, but she cuts me off.

"I warned you Jessica, I'm going to kill you." A smirk spreads across her face, making her look as crazy as ever.

She sends a chill down my spine as I hear her words, and fear begins to set in. "Amanda, don't be ridiculous..." I tell her, still thinking that she's not serious at this point.

"Grab her." She orders the two guys she brought with her.

"What?" One of them asks.

"David, I said grab her!" She commands them again.

I recognize the faces now. David is Amanda's boyfriend, and the other guy is Brent. He's David's best friend and one of Amanda's minions.

As fear consumes my body, I get up and try to move away as quickly as possible.

"GRAB HER!" She yells.

The two men grab me, and this is the point I realize that this isn't a joke. She's being completely 100% serious.

"How did you even know I was here?!" I ask, as they drag me, taking me out to the back of the restaurant, out of the public, where no one could see us.

"I overheard you and your girlfriend at prom. Guess maybe you shouldn't have been so loud." She tells me. "Here is good."

The two guys throw me down on the ground, nearly knocking the wind out of me as they do it.

"Amanda, please don't." I beg, tears filling my eyes. "Please."

"I am an angel of god." She continues.

"Then don't do this. God wouldn't want this." I try to talk her out of it, still thinking there's hope of doing so.

"YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF HIS LOVE. HE TOLD ME TO DO THIS. I AM DOING GOD'S WORK!" She yells, but not loud enough for anyone besides us to hear. "You are the devil." She's delusional. "I am going to get rid of the evil. You are evil Jessica." Prom must have been the match that lit the fuse.

"No, I'm not. Amanda I'm just a person..." I don't know what to think or do at this point. I don't know if I should try running or fighting back or what. It's three against one, and I don't really have a good chance, or even much of one.

"Evil, evil, evil, evil." She repeats. "I am his angel." She nods her head, crazy like. "You disrespected me, and you disrespected him."

"I'm sorry..." I apologize as tears roll down my face. "Please, don't do this." I don't want to die, my life has only just begun. She can't take it from me. I never thought she would follow through on her threats, I thought it was only to scare me, which now it has. "I shouldn't have brought Brianna to prom." I say, thinking that would help.

"Damn fucking right." She looks at me, disgusted. "You are evil." That's when she kicks me, straight in the ribs. I can't help but cry out in pain.

"HELP"!" I scream. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

"Hurry up Brent, grab the tape." She orders him.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I continue, hoping someone will hear me. Nobody ever does. "PLEASE! HELP!"

Brent rips off a piece of tape, and tapes my mouth shut. He tapes my hands together, before doing the same to my feet. It's now impossible for me to move.

"Good. Now we can do god's will. He came to me. He told me what to do. I need to get rid of her. She is the devil." She tells them, before kicking me again.

I wince in pain, as tears continue to stream down my face. I try to think of a plan, but nothing comes to mind. It looks like I'm shit out of luck. I'm just hoping she'll stop, which isn't likely. Or I'm hoping that one of the boys will come to their senses, or what someone will find me.

At this point, all three of them begin kicking me simultaneously. In the face, ribs, chest. Everywhere you can possibly think of. I want to scream out in pain, but I can't. I can't do anything. I'm stuck there, being unable to move or defend myself.

The kicking goes on for what seems like forever, but it reality it was only a short amount of time. I've never been in so much pain. I was kicked so hard in the ribs by David, I heard one of them crack as it broke. I don't know what else is broken. This feels like a nightmare, this is a nightmare. A nightmare that I can't and won't escape.

Amanda walks over to the dumpster, where she is planning on throwing my body. She opens it, and just as she's about to turn away, she reaches inside it.

"Ohh..." Look what I found. She has this huge, long, heavy metal pipe of some kind. "This could take someone's head right off." She swings it. "Pick her up." She orders them, and they do as she says.

"Are your legs broken?" She asks me, a look of craziness upon her face.

I shake my head, being unable to speak, or think clearly. Blood was running from all sorts of places on my body. I should have listened to Selena. I should have listened to Amanda's warnings and not egged her on even more. I didn't know she would take it this far. I didn't know she was this delusional. She obviously has some mental problems. I should have seen the signs. Now it looks like I'm going to pay for with it for my life.

"Well they are now." She swings the pole directly into my legs, the sound of the bones breaking is loud enough for everyone to hear.

I scream as loud as I possibly can, the duct tape covering my sound. Tears flood from my face as I wince and whimper in pain.

"Stupid bitch!" She slams the pole into my ribs this time. "This is exactly what god wanted. He picked me for his angel." The pole goes into my ribs one more time.

This pole is almost like a bat. That's what it feels like. Like a bat is crushing my bones. I just want her to end it. I want her to kill me. I can't take this. I want to be put out of my misery at this point. She's just torturing me and dragging it on.

She rips the duct tape off of my mouth. "Any last words?" She asks.

I open my mouth, but instead of words coming out, I just cough up blood. I try to scream for help. I try to say anything, but still just nothing but blood.

"I guess not." She's holding the metal pole tight in her hands.

"Amanda... I don't know about this." Brent tells her.

"Shut up." She replies.

"This is murder..."

"NO. This is god's will. I thought you were a Christian." She turns to him.

"I am." Both of the men are still holding me up, as she beats me.

"She is the devil, an abomination. Now she'll be gone." She takes another swing at my ribs, like she's playing baseball or something.

"HEY!" I hear someone scream, not coming from any of them, just as she takes the heavy pole directly to my head.

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