Damon cockily answers, “I am not afraid of you.”
The other guy laughs and says, “Well you should be, now let her go,” as he peels away his jacket.
You can see his arm muscles and they are huge. I think he could have snapped Damon in half with little effort. I believe Damon understood that too because he was quick to let go.
The stranger looks to me with concern in his eyes, as I rub my arm in an effort to make it stop hurting.
“Are you ok miss?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Damon walks off towards his car in frustration.
“You are welcome, now I would suggest you dump this loser and find someone who will treat you right. No man should ever put his hands on a woman out of anger.”
“Thanks for the friendly advice I will think about it.”
The man walks off as I stand there for a moment wondering what to do. Damon is leaned against the car waiting for me. I am too scared to get into the car with him. He is so angry. I turn to walk back to the theater and Damon yells, “Hey, where in the hell do you think you are going?”
“I’m not getting in the car Damon, you are too upset and I am not riding with you.”
Damon slams his hands on the roof of the car, “Fine, I hope you can find your own way home.”
I turn to continue to walk off and yell, “I bet that geek will give me a ride…I give a dramatic pause, “…home.”
As I watch Arissa walk away from the concession stand, she gets stopped by this dorky looking guy. I chuckle a little, as I watch how this plays out, he does not have a chance. I glance over at Damon and I see his anger build, I laugh a little at this; how do you like it, but then I remember he has an awful jealous streak. I watch as he approaches them and he seems to be holding his temper. Once the dorky guy leaves, I see that he is furious and yelling at Arissa.
I watch her yell back and I am so proud of her for sticking up for her. It isn’t until I see him grab her arm and drag her out the parking lot that I get furious. I had to intervene I couldn’t watch him harm her. It took all I had not to beat the crap out of him. I was so angry it felt like my insides were on fire. Then to see her holding her arm in pain it was just too much to bear. I just wanted to hold her in my arms and make it all better for her. I probably shouldn’t have intervened, but I couldn’t stand by and watch as he hurt the girl I love.
When I see him drive off, I feel so relieved that things didn’t escalate further after I left. I am so thankful she decided not to get into the car with him. I decide to stay close by and wait for help to arrive. I notice that she is so lost in her thoughts on the phone. Tears start to fall again and it breaks my heart to have to stay away. I want nothing more than to go to her and embrace her in my arms and wash away all the bad things and make better memories, maybe one day, but for now, I must keep my distance. I see her friend’s car and I watch as she goes to her and I am glad that she has a friend like Elena to help her though this.
I walk off, thoroughly pissed off. I grab my cell and call Elena. “Elena, hey babe can you come get me?”
“Why? Where are you?”
Starting to cry, “I was at the movies with Damon and then some geeky guy approached me. Damon saw the whole thing and thinks I was flirting with him. I wasn’t but you know how jealous he gets.”
I hear her grab her keys as she replies, “Yes, I still remember the last time he did this stupid shit.”
“I know, but this time was worse.”
“Honey, I know you really love him, but you don’t need him if he is going to make you feel this bad. He should trust you by now. You have been together for months now. I don’t think he is going to stop this stupid stuff. The last time he almost beat the shit out of the quarter back for hitting on you.”
Tears running down my face I just sit outside the theater door and listen to her. She is right, why do I keep putting myself through this.
“I’m here, where are you?”
I stand up and walk towards the dreadful parking lot. When I see her, I run right into her soothing arms. I cry harder this time. She just holds me and lets me get it all out. We eventually make our way to her black BMW. She clicks the clicker and I crawl into the front seat. She walks around, gets in and turns on some music, and we sit there in silence for a while. Once I think I can go home and face my parents I tell her, “Okay, let’s go.”
She smirks at me, “That a girl.”
She puts on some club music and we are worry free by the time she pulls into my drive. Reaching over the center console, I hug her tight, “Thank you so much for coming to rescue me and talking this out with me. I love you for it, I really do.”
She clenches me tight, “Anytime I love you too, now dump that asshole.”
Laughing, “I will think about it.”
It is a little after eleven and my parents still have not made it home. I called my mom and let her know that I got home safe. I go up to my room and run a hot bath. Emptying my pockets, I find the twenty and laugh. “Ha, well at least I got something out of him.” As I sit in the tub, I think about what happened and what Elena said. She is right; he is excessively possessive of me. He needs to get over it, we have been dating and I have not ever once looked at another guy. I really do not understand where his insecurities come from. Maybe it is because of what is going on with his dad. I mean that maybe he feels like I will cheat on him. I don’t know, but whatever the reason he needs to stop his BS.
Watching her cry herself to sleep over this loser is killing me. I want nothing more than to go to her and kiss away her tears. God, why does it have to be this way?
I went to bed that night and cried for a while. I slept harder than I have slept in a long time. I don’t remember having any dreams and I didn’t wake up until my phone went off. I grab it off my nightstand and see that it is one in the morning. Looking at the caller ID, I see its Damon.
I pick up thinking he is going to apologize, but I get, “You are a fucking whore. I can’t believe you wanted to sleep with that fuck-tard.”
Pissed as hell, I yell into the phone, “You better believe I want him over you, you are a low life piece of shit and you don’t know how to treat a girl. It’s over Damon, don’t call me ever again and stay the fuck away from me.” I hang up the phone and turn it off. Hoping my parents didn’t hear me. I waited, but they never came in so I guess they didn’t.
I start to cry again and I cried myself to sleep. I woke up later on and realized that it was late afternoon. I turned my phone off and it’s my alarm too. Crap!
I go down stairs. Mom is in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I figured you were sick, you are always up for school on time.”
“Nope, not sick I was just dating a jerk.” Mom looks at me all concerned and asks, “What happened honey?”
I explain everything that happened last night and when he called back in the middle of the night. “I broke up with him Mom; I am just so over it and I can’t take being hurt anymore.”
Mom responds, “Well honey, I think that it might be for the best then.”
Putting my head down on the table, “You are probably right.”
I left my phone off for a few days; I did not want to hear from him ever again. I was letting him know I was really done. When curiosity got the best of me, I turned it on and began to listen to the voice mails he left. After the first three nasty messages, I just started to delete them. I could not believe some of the things he was saying to me.
After all, I did not do anything. About twenty messages in, his voice got very low and he stated to apologize for what happened. I don’t care what he says, I am done. Those other messages were nasty and he really hurt me deeply. If he was going to be a jealous fool, then he wasn’t going to do it with me.
I took my ring off and I drove to his house. He wasn’t home, but his mom was and I told her to please give this to Damon. She asked why and I told her that I was done with him. I told her I couldn’t take h
is drinking and jealousy anymore. She said that she was sorry and that she would give it to him.
A few hours later, I got a phone call from Damon and I decided that I wasn’t going to answer him. I had said all that I needed to say last night, so I turned my phone off again. When I turned my phone back on, I had a ton of messages again. I told my mom that I wanted to change my number and she agreed that it would probably be best. So later, on that afternoon, I had a new number and I had peace and quiet again.
I was beginning to feel free. Damon has not been to school in a few weeks, but since we changed my number and he could no longer call, he began showing up in the school parking lot. It was always a drama fest. He would yell and scream at me causing me tell him that he needs to leave me the hell alone and I would walk away.
I was so glad that school would be out in a few weeks. I started to get my acceptance letters in the mail. I got into Harvard and Yale, but I am holding out for Princeton. I have not received that letter yet. I pray that I get in. I mean I can always go to Yale like my parents, but I want to make my own path.
After a few more days of Damon’s harassment I told my dad that something has to give, I couldn’t take it anymore. So he called the school, they agreed that if he wasn’t going to attend school then he needed to leave. Hence, every day they now have a security guard in the student lot. I would get to school and Damon would pull in behind me and the guard would go to Damon’s window and tell him to leave. I would walk off laughing.
I thought it would be hard to get over him, but honestly, I had no trouble. I spent more time with Elena. I realized I really missed her; Damon took up a lot of my time. I’m going shopping with Elena and my mom to pick out our graduation dresses. I was so excited. High school is nearing its end, and a new life is just around the corner. I can finally start over away from all the Damon drama.
Chapter 6
You know that scene from ‘Pretty Woman,’ where Julia Roberts goes into the store and has her own runway show. Well, Elena and I are doing just that. We are trying to pick out our prom dresses, my mom came with us to try to help. We have tried on half a dozen different dresses and when we come out, we model them for my mom posing and giggling the whole time.
We are having so much fun; I am in the dressing room trying on this little black number. Elena is in the dressing room next to me, she asks, “Are you almost ready?”
“Yes, just trying to get this zipper up, do you think you can help, this zipper is a bitch?”
She starts to laugh and answers, “Well, I was just going to ask you to do the same thing.”
We step out of the dressing room into the hall area. I tell her I really like the shiny purple dress.
“Well I’m not sure until it’s zipped.” She turns her back to me so I can zip it. I like the way it fits her slender body, but I think the top is a little big for her small breast. I just turn for her to zip me up and then we walk out to show my mom.
“I don’t think these dresses are the right ones girls,” mom says, while shaking her head no. I politely tell Elena I don’t think your top looks right.
She sneers at me, “My top doesn’t fit in any of them because I don’t have a top.” We all burst into laughter, causing one of the sales girls to come over to us.
She introduces herself as Kim and then asks; “Can I help you ladies with anything in particular today?”
Elena answers first, “I can’t seem to find a dress that fits a small chested person.”
Snickering again, “We are trying to find dresses for our senior prom.”
Kim expresses her concern, “Well, I know we got a new shipment of dresses that I was just about to bring out. Let me see you both. You look like a size three.”
Amused I answer; “I am a size five,” thanks to my big hips and breast. Kim grins and beings to walk off, a few minutes later she comes back with a handful of dresses. Then she puts them in our dressing rooms and we excitedly go in to survey the new prospects. Right away this silvery aqua blue one catches my eye, it is a low cut dress with a rhinestone top. It shows off my small waistline and the silky material hangs off my hips, accentuating my curves. The back is almost all open except a thin line of beading, there is a slit to the top of my thigh. From the moment I slide it over my head I fell in love with it. I prance out of the dressing room and no sooner do I step out does my mom’s face light up.
She screeches, “Oh baby. That is the one. It shows off your small waist and hugs your hips. The small beading on the top is so pretty.”
I start to spin and look into the mirror when I see Elena come out in a soft pink dress. It is cute, but I think the pink makes her pale skin look washed out. I notice her mouth is wide open, and then she yells, “You look hot in that dress.”
Glancing in the mirror, “I think so too, why don’t we go look at those dresses and see if we can find one that looks amazing on you too.”
I follow her to her dressing room, there are three dresses left to choose from. I am quick to get rid of the yellow one, as it’s too pale for her light skin. Next, I see a green one its strapless and with her top issues, I don’t think it will fit right. Pushing it to the side, and there it is, this blood red dress. It’s an off the shoulder dress, the single strap has a thin line of beading and the middle of the dress is accented in a thin line of beads. It kind of scrunches at the top, but it’s a straight neck line. It looks like it will fit her perfect.
I hand it to her, “You have to try this one!”
Expressing her concern, “But it’s so dark.”
“Just trust me.” I step out by my mom and wait for Elena to come out. When she steps out, I know I was right. She looks absolutely stunning in this dress. Her pale skin looks porcelain against the dark red material with her dark hair and blue eyes she looks like a doll.
Mom is first to respond, “Elena, honey you look spectacular.”
Grinning big she looks to me and I walk up to her and lick my finger and put it on her shoulder and say, “SSSSS…girl you are sizzling.” We all burst into laughter. Happy with our purchases we decided to go to lunch. Since my tummy made a loud outburst as we walked out of the dress shop.
We all decide on Olive Garden soup and salad since we are trying to watch our figures. We want to look extraordinary in our dresses. “Girls we should go to Stella’s, to pick out your shoes. She has a ton of great pumps.”
“That sounds great Mom,” I say excitedly. Elena nods her head in agreement, since she just stuffed her mouth full of salad.
“Thanks Mom for lunch and shopping with us, in case I forget to tell you later, this was so much fun.”
Mom beams, “It was my pleasure, dear.”
“Yes thank you so much. I’m sorry my mom had to work and couldn’t come today. I think she will have a heart attack when she sees my dress.” Elena replies.
“She might. But when she realizes how spectacular you look, she will get over how risky it looks.” Mom answers.
“I don’t think it looks too risky, I mean sure it has a very low back, but other than that it’s fairly modest.”
Elena replies, “The back is the problem, I can hear her now, ‘your ass is going to fall out’.”
I spit my water out! One because she just said ass in front of my mom and two that was so funny! “Arissa, what the heck, you just spat water all over me,” yelps Elena.
I sneer at her; “I can totally hear your mom saying that.” We finish lunch gossiping about our gowns and how we should wear our hair.
Stuffed from lunch, we get to Stella’s. Stella greets us, “Hello girls, what can I do for you today?”
Smiling, “We are here for some prom shoes.”
“What kind of color dresses do you have?”
“I will do you one better, Mrs. Perry. Can I have the keys to get our dresses out of the car?”
Mom digs the keys out of her purse and hands them to her. I start to scan the store, these are stunning shoes, every shape and color imaginable. Elena comes in and
shows Stella our dresses.
“Oh girls those are fantastic. You should go put them on and I will get a selection ready for you when you come back. What size do you wear?” Stella says.
I say, “We both wear size 7.” We rush off to the restroom and lock the door as we change.
When we walk out, we see a pile of shoes. I try on a matching blue pair of heels that have rhinestones on the tips. They are cute, but I don’t like them with the dress.
Elena tries on a black pair and they are somewhat strappy with sparkles on the straps. “Those are cute.”
“Yea, I will put them in the maybe pile.” She answers.
Smiling I point to a silver pair next to her and I ask, “Can I see those?”
“Sure,” while handing them over. I try them on and I have to say I like the silver, but I also like the strappy pair of black ones Elena tried on.
I ask Stella, “Do you have any silver strappy ones?”
“Let me see.” She comes back and when I see this pair of shoes, I know they are the right ones. They are silver with open toes; the straps have little rhinestones on them. I hurry to put them on and show everyone. I stand up and show them off, with the slit in my dress one of them peeks out and I have to say it looks sexy.
“Those shoes are perfect.”
I smile and say, “I think I have to agree with you.”
Mom pipes in and says, “Baby, I can’t wait to see you with your hair all done up and makeup. You are going to look so beautiful.”
Reaching out to hug her I say, “Thank you Mom, I love you.”
I turn to show Elena my shoes and I notice she has on a pair of red fuck me pumps. I walk over to her and whisper, “You know those are fuck me pumps right?”
Giggling she says, “I know, but I look hot in them, if my mom is going to kill me for the dress I might as well go all in.”
It’s only the toe area that peeks out from under her dress so maybe her mom won’t notice. Mom calls to us, “Girls stand together so I can get a picture.” Posing for the camera, we do one serious photo and then we do one sexy photo. Holding up our fingers like guns and blowing on the tip. I let my slit open and scoot my foot forward, while Elena hikes up her dress to show off her FM pumps. We lean our backs against each other and wait for mom to take the picture.
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