I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. I still didn't know why he just dropped my inhaler and left, but that wasn't my main focus. I honestly didn't have a main focus. I just looked up at the ceiling. I had the energy to get up now, but I didn't see a point.
My phone started to ring, but I didn't answer it, because I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't feel like speaking to anyone.
It rang again, and it irritated me. I picked up the phone and blocked him. When I was sitting up, I could see myself in the mirror. I could see the hickey's left on my body. There was one visible on my neck. My mom called me down for breakfast.
I got up to put on some clothes that covered it. There was still one visible on the side of my neck, so I put on a hoodie. It's strange to have on a hoodie in the morning, but it was the only thing I could think of.
She made waffles. I was nervous every second. What made matters worse was my mom trying to keep up a
conversation.
My mom asked me if I felt okay. I felt my face getting hot. I tried to make sure she didn't see it, but a tear fell from my eye.
I got up and ran up to my room before anything could happen. I closed and locked the door behind me.
I fell to the ground. I felt like there was no escape from my problems. I grabbed my sketchbook and drew a picture of me at the edge of a cliff.
Then, I felt my heart sink. I dropped the pencil and cried.
I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I knew that hand. I never closed the window. I didn't say anything.
He grabbed my pencil and started drawing on my image. He drew an image of him right beside me. He was actually pretty good at drawing.
Jacob got in front of me and grabbed my hands.
"Can we talk?"
I nodded my head.
We both sat beside my bed.
"I remember what happened last night. I'm so sorry. I was drunk and stupid. I really couldn't control myself. Please forgive me. I don't like seeing you hurt in any way, by anyone, including myself. That's why I get so pissed off when you don't want to tell me what's wrong. I'm not mad at you. I'm just mad at whoever hurts you."
I usually avoid eye contact, but this time, I couldn't help staring at him.
"You really want to know how I got this bruse, huh?" He looked at me. I sighed, "The week before last week, I was raped by this guy, and he punched me in the face. That's it. That's how I lost my virginity. "
"Who?!" A tear fell down off my face.
"Tell me who the fuck did it, now," He demanded."My mom's exboyfriend."I responded.
He breathed in,"I need a full name."
"Jacob," I responded.
"Just tell me his fucking name," he said pissed off.
I tried explaining to him so he would calm down.
I was holding back from crying so he wouldn't get angrier.
"Please stop yelling." He could tell I was trying not to cry so his voice calmed down.
"Just give me his name. I'll take care of him." His voice was calmer, but he still had the same amount of anger.
"Hurting him doesn't change what happened or how I feel. If it was still in progress, that would be different, but it's not."
He finally breathed,"I won't hurt him for you."
"Thank you," I said.
Then I hugged him. We hugged for some time. That's when I realized that I was in love with the boy. I pulled away.
"Oh my God, Jacob!" I said while still hugging him.
"What?,"He responded.
"I love you, like, actually. I really love you."
He smiled when I said that.
"Kayla, I knew you loved me," He responded.
I broke the hug to look at him. I didn't say anything.
"When someone loves me that I love back hugs me, I get a feeling. I haven't got this feeling since my parents died."
"But what about when you hug your auntie or your sister?"
"I've haven't hugged anyone since," he said. I was shocked to hear that.
"H-how long has it been,"I asked, concerned.
"Seven years."
I continued looking in his eyes.
"It's been seven years since you had your last hug?" He broke the eye contact by covering his face and sighing.
"I-I-."
"I have to leave." He went to the window
"Wait, Jacob. You can't just leave after telling me that."
I tried to grab his hand, but he pulled away and walked toward the window.
He was in front of the window, but I got in front of him.
"Please don't leave." I said, grabbing his shirt, "Please." I wrapped my arms around him, so he hugged me back.
"I love you." I said.
He caught me by surprise by picking me up and kissing me.
He sat me back down on my bed and headed to the window. He looked back at me one last time. I smiled at him and waved buy. He smiled and left.
When he left, I picked up the sketchpad and marked the date. I was in dreamland. I immediately started writing in my diary about what had just happened.
