After a few awkward minutes I quickly stood up. "I-I'm leaving," I said and I quickly ran towards the door. "Wait!" he shouted. He ran to where I was. "Wait. Please..." "Please. Dante... let me go home, I just want to go home," I said and I tried to get past him. He frowned and then pinned me against the door. His face was too close to mine and he took a deep breath. "Are you scared of me?" My eyes widened. "N-no..." "Don't lie! I see the way you look at me! The way you act around me! Why are you scared of me? You don't even know me... I'm really a nice person if you give me a chance," he said. "So... please don't leave." "Just let me go!" "I heard you hated men... So you've never been kissed?" I grimaced. What was he talking about? What was he planning on doing?! I began to shiver. "Please... leave... me... alone!" He caught me off guard when he kissed me. I began to cry and he pulled away. "Why are you scared of me?!" "Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I sobbed. I tries to push him away but he kissed me again. His lips made there way to my neck and his arms wrapped around me. "S-stop! Stop it!" "I love you!" My eyes became wider and my sobs became louder. "STOP!! I'M SCARED!! I HATE YOU!!" I screamed my loudest. He released me and looked at me. "Damn it... why... I love you so much..." he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks and he realized what he had done. He took a step back from me and looked shocked. "Oh my god... I-I'm so sorry!" he said. But he knew an apology would NEVER make it better. I pushed him away and ran. I ran as fast as I could away from him. I heard him as he called after me. Why?! Why did he have to tell me he loved me?! It just made everything worse and terrible for me. I was scared and I hated him! Why couldn't he see that?!
I sat in my room and stared at the wall. I couldn't go too school tomorrow. I just couldn't... To see him again would only bring back painful memories... I was scared. I felt bad about being so upfront about my feelings towards him, but it was for my own good and for his as well. "Sh*t... What am I going to do?" I asked myself. "I can't see him! I just can't!" I cried. "Armeria? Are you alright?" asked my mother as she came into my room. She looked at me and I jumped up off my bed and ran to her. "Mom!" I shouted and I threw my arms around her. "What's wrong babe?" she asked me as she smoothed my hair and kissed the top of my head. "I-I'm just scared... that's all..." "Of what?" she asked. "Nothing... I was just scared of something... I don't know what it is..." I lied and I cried harder. "I just don't understand why these things happened to me! Why did that guy have to do something like that to me?! Why?!" "No one can answer that, not even me... Only the person who did it could answer that..." she whispered. "Well... I've had enough! I can't live like this anymore!" My mother only patted my head and said nothing. I could tell she was crying... Crying for me. I had a tendency of making people cry for me in a selfish way... but it wasn't my fault that I turned out this was... It was that guys fault... That a*shole that took a part of me that day in middle school. "Morning Kendra!" I said the next morning when she came by to walk to school together. "Morning... Hey are you okay?" she asked. She looked at me and made a face. I mean your mother called me last night saying that you were... Crying? What for?" "It's nothing," I said turning away. "It's not important. Let's go to school." "It is important! People don't cry for no reason! Unless they are..." "Crazy," I said. "People don't cry for no reason unless they're crazy! I'm crazy! Don't you get it?! I hate this! I hate having to live like this! If only things were like they were before that time I wouldn't act or be like this! Damn him! DAMN HIM!!" I screamed. I burst into sobs and fell to the concrete sidewalk. "Fu*k..." she muttered and she sat down next to me. "Damn it Armeria... You're not crazy. You are just traumatized. There's a difference. Now... Please tell me what happened." "It was Dante..." "And what did he do exactly?" "He... tried to..." I couldn't finish. I griped my shirt and fought back some tears. "He tried to rape me!" "What?! I don't believe that!" she shouted angrily. "He pushed me against the door and started kissing me and grabbing me! And then he told me he..." I paused. "He told you what?" "He told me he... he told me that he loved me..." I whispered. "What did he do next?!" she demanded. "He let me go..." "You see. He wasn't trying to hurt you. He is probably mad at himself right now... I doubt he even wants to talk to you right now either..." she said. "After what happened I'm sure he's sorry. Please, accept his apology when he gives it." "Not likely." "Please? Just this once?!" "Fine... If it's sincere and I believe him," I said quietly. "Now... let's just leave it and go to school."