Since so many people liked the first chapter so much here is the second. You will notice me jump around a lot, from the past to the present. Sorry if it bothers you (Yes this all really happened to me, don't worry though, there is more love story on its way I promise.)
Rated for language.
Bad Girls Need Love Too
Chapter 2
March 23, 2002
I looked down at my watch and shivered, my mother should be there soon to pick me up. I peeked outside to make sure I was alone before running back into the rain to wait for her. Shivers racked my body, though I couldn’t really say I was cold.
The man’s face kept jumping into my mind, the sadistic tone of his voice replaying in my head. I could see him clearly, the monster with the beautiful face. My mind screamed at me for calling him that. His sandy blond hair and pretty blue eyes, who would have thought the boogeyman was beautiful in every sense of the word?
I felt the cold of the cement floor on my skin every time I made a move. Again I shuddered, trying to get my mind to stop remembering.
I watched my mother’s car pull into the lot and I ran for it. I pulled myself into the front seat and looked down at my feet.
“Celia, what did you do roll in mud?” She asked with a laugh.
I looked at my face in the mirror; my chalky white flesh was covered in dirt from the floor of the bathroom. “Sorry, I fell.” I told her without looking away from my reflection.
“Well make sure you get cleaned up when you get home.” She told me.
Not another word was spoken on the way home, not that it was a long drive. I shivered uncontrollably the whole way. When we got there I jumped out of the car and ran straight to the bathroom, where I stripped and shoved myself into the shower. The water was steaming hot, yet the shaking wouldn’t stop. I covered myself in soap and tried to rinse away the memories, thinking if I could just scrub hard enough maybe I could get him out of my mind.
I scrubbed my skin raw that night, but the memories were still there when I woke up the next morning.
Present Day.
I didn’t know then that the image of my face covered in mud reflecting back at me was going to stick in my mind forever. For so long I had fixated on my face in the mirror that night. I think it was my eyes that scared me the most, something was missing from them. I didn’t know where it had gone, later I learned that I would never get it back.
I shivered at the memory and huddled into the couch, picking up my cell phone to dial the familiar number. I heard the song that always played when I called him and blew out a sigh when his voice finally answered.
“Chase.” I breathed quietly.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?”
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“I don’t have any plans. Do you need me to come over?”
“Yeah.” I told him.
He disconnected and I knew without a doubt he was on his way. He always was whenever I needed him. I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it up, taking a long hard drag.
May 23, 2002
“Celia! Phone call!” I heard my stepfather’s voice bellow.
“Tell them I will call them back.” I yelled back.
“It’s John.” He told me, coming into the living room from the kitchen.
I held my hand out and he gave me the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey, Celia, what are you doing today?”
“I have plans.” I told him, another lie.
“How come you never come hang out with us at the park anymore?” He asked, his voice sounding hurt.
“I’m just busy, that’s all.” Another lie. I played with the string of my pajama bottoms, I certainly wasn’t busy. But the park was a place I was never going to again.
“Ok well, you’re missin’ out.” He sighed.
“I have to go, I’ll call you later.” I said as I hung up the phone.
I lay back on the couch before the nausea hit again. I made it to the toilet just before I vomited; spilling my guts into the porcelain bowl. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and got up from the bathroom floor. I walked out into the kitchen where the smell of dinner made me feel sick again. I found myself in the bathroom a lot these days, the fear of why too terrifying to speak out loud.
I had been through sex education; I knew what had happened to me. I also knew what could come of it. The things that were happening to my body weren’t normal and it horrified me.
I waited up that night until my mom got home from work. I knew I had to tell her eventually. Tonight was going to have to be the night.
I heard her car pull into the driveway and I felt my throat tighten. She opened the door and I felt tears fall down my cheeks. Each step she took up the stairs had my heart beating faster.
“Celia, what on earth is wrong? It’s almost 1:00 in the morning.” She scolded.
“Mommy, I need to talk to you.” I told her.
“What is it?” She asked.
“I—I think I am pregnant.” I blurted out.
I watched her face turn red. “You little whore!” She yelled.
“But mom—“ I started.
“No! How could you do something like this? You are 11 years old!” She screamed.
I heard the door open and my stepfather walk down the hall. “What’s going on?” He asked.
I felt myself crying as it tried to explain everything. No one would listen to me though. All I remember from that night was crying a lot as my mother went to the store to pick up a pregnancy test. My stepfather sat there with me, he wouldn’t look me in the face.
I took the test from her as soon as she got home, and she taught me how to use it. I felt bile in my throat as I watched the little blue plus sign took form.
My stepfather looked at me then. “I always knew you were a slut.” He said before he stormed down the hall and slammed his bedroom door.
I felt more tears bubble in my eyes as I looked to my mother for some reassurance. She just threw the test into the trash can. “I guess someone needs to have an abortion.” She said before heading down the hall after her husband.
I heard them yelling from my bedroom all night.
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