Innocence Interruptedd...

Ok…Now after I say this , you might think I’m a complete and total wussy, but I really don’t care. Seeing him in front of me was way to much to handle. I was terrified and wanted to get away. So, I ran. Well, it’s not an easy task to run in a crowd of at least 200, so I more like pushed everyone who was in my way onto the ground and trampled over them. People apparently didn’t appreciate me behavior, though, so I got more than one glare. Once again, I did not care.

Soon I was right in front of Amber and her boy toy, tearing them apart.

“Hey! What d-” Suddenly she cut off when she saw the fear in my eyes. Her eyes softened, and she leaned close. “What’s wrong??” She asked in a whisper. And once I said the one word, Art, we were off. Well, more like she was, dragging me along behind her. You see, how I had to knock people down and stomp over them, the guests automatically cleared for my best friend, no doubt because of her raving beauty. Ass-holes. I thought throwing nasty stares at as many of them I could manage. After about a minute of going through the dreadful crowd, we made our way to Amber’s Mustang. Rich bitch, I thought jealously. Although, to me Amber was anything but a bitch, and I loved her dearly. But that didn’t stop me from being jealous.

Since Amber was drunk off of her ass, I got to drive the exquisite car, like most nights we partied. I still had Art on my mind, wondering if he had followed, or done the wise thing and stayed behind, deciding to leave me be. I prayed he’d leave me alone. Why was he here tonight anyway?? I haven’t talked to him for nearly a year. About 10 months, really. He wouldn’t be pursuing me after so long, would he??? I really hoped not. The thing is, after he almost raped me, I found out from Hawlin that Art had nearly been obsessed with me. I had had a little crush on him for a couple of years, but nothing major, not like Hawlin had explained what Art had said over that year to me. One thing I don’t understand is why a guy like Art, so cute, even though he is a sick perv who needs help, would want me. I know I’m a better person than him, but my looks?? I’m just average looking, he seemed like the type to go for girls like Amber. But whatever.

So I plopped into the leather seat of Amber’s stang, started the engine, and leaned my head against the back of the seat, taking a useful deep breath. “Tawry, are you alright?” Amber asked, her words slightly slurred.

“Yea” I replied, looking over at her. Even if she was drunk, I loved knowing she still cared. “Just…Shook me up a bit. You know?”

“Yea, I know Hun, but we are out now, and we can go home.” She enveloped me into a big, awkward, considering we were n the stang, hug, and with one last deep breath, we took off.

I pulled into my usual parking space, and shut off the engine. I looked over at Amber, only to find she’d passed out, I hopped out, and went over to the passenger side door to retrieve her. Once I’d gotten her a considerably amount awake, we both shambled our way up to my apartment. Once I’d managed to get the key inside the lock, squeak open the door, and make my way to my room, I layed her down on her usual bed at my house. Yea, she had her own bed. She stayed at my house a lot of the time, needing to get away from her home life. Not that it was horrible, it was just, boring. Here, things were never boring, for her anyways. Always assuring her mother that my mom would take good care of us, she came over, and we left. That was one of the things she loved about my place. All the freedom. The only reason I really had it was because my mom trusted me. And she could. Otherwise, she’d have a babysitter here for me 24\7, no matter what my age.

Once I had gotten ready for bed after putting Amber to sleep, I sighed, and snuggled under the comfort of my warm bed. Only to drift off to a sleep full of nightmares of Art, that may possibly soon come true.