You’re Not Alone: The Friday the 13th Incident Part 2

Posted by / April 29, 2013 / 0 Comments


Image: Public Domain, Pixabay

Image: Public Domain, Pixabay

I’m not sure when LLY and N? showed up, but apparently they went in the house without me seeing them. I was crying like mad, I was barely aware of anything but my own pain. The next thing I knew LLY was standing over me outside. I looked up, tried to stand, and tried to speak. He didn’t give me a chance.

LLY dumped me right there on the spot. He was furious, almost crying. He said he couldn’t believe I’d do that to him. He was sickened. He never wanted to see me again. I tried to grab him to stop him. I tried to explain through the tears. He snatched himself away from me and drove off.

LLY was my first real love. He was gorgeous, with pale skin, hazel eyes and long black hair. He was one of the most sought-after boys in school, and he’d been mine. Until that day. Apparently, my “friends” told him I’d had sex with B?. They made it sound consensual. It hadn’t been. I was unconscious! But B? was bragging. I found out that he’d always been jealous of LLY. I guess he thought it was a good idea to frell over his “friend” by getting his girl.

I didn’t know what to do. I was in total shock. I just wanted to get out of there. Some hours had passed and it was about time for us to get home as if we’d been in school. I had no choice but to have B? drive me home. I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t walk that far in time.

When we were getting into the car, AB was still drunk. She slammed the car door on my hand. It didn’t hurt at first, I was too far in shock. It took me a while to realize that my ring was embedded in my finger. I had him pull over at a McDonalds so I could go to the restroom and look at it. I nearly made the woman in there faint when I pulled the ring out of my flesh and the blood gushed. There was still no pain. I washed it and wrapped it in napkins. I still have the scar, and oddly enough, I still have the ring responsible for it.

I finally got home, and I made a point to walk the last bit from the main road. I didn’t want him near my house. Things were a blur for a while.

I went back to school and everyone was buzzing. Word had spread fast and I was already the “whore” who broke LLY’s heart. I had a bad enough reputation before that (an unwarranted one, I might add) but now it was worse. B? was smug and gave me evil grins when we passed. Everyone else hated me. AB was, well, like a robot. She never cared about anything. She DID sleep around, it seemed no big deal to her. Even when I told her what happened, she blew it off.

I wanted to tell someone. I wanted to have B? beaten or shot or killed. I wanted *something* to happen to him, but I had noone to turn to. My family already thought I was a slut, the principal hated me and now the whole school did too. There was nothing I could do.

And there was still more…

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