How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?


21. History will repeat itself...

(CC it's all yours...)

I was in studio 4 practicing ballet. I was in the building alone except for the janitor puttering about in the hallway. I had given Tim the car to go home after he dropped me of at the studio. The music on my iPod switched to some upbeat stuff I used for dancing contemporary. I never really liked dancing that style and the music gave me a headache. I walked over and switched the song to some classical music so I could continue my ballet. When I turned around a figure was leaning on the door frame. In the dim lighting I couldn't see who it was but then I heard that sound. The sound that had started so much horror in my life that day. Dark memories flashed about my head at that sound.

Clapping. Then I heard his voice. "Very nice! You have gotten better! I really missed watching you dance you know." I started etching toward my bag that was by the wall at the mirrors. "Ben." I whispered. He spread out his arms. "Hey babe!" "Don't call me that." I hissed. "Oh don't be like that!" He said and put a hand to his heart acting as if he was offended. I had now made my way to my bag and I was rummaging through it behind my back searching for my pepper spray. My hand closed around the little spray bottle. I stood up again and placed my hand ready to press. Though he kept his distance I was cautious. "So did you come to finish the job?" I asked bitterly. "Now why would you think that? And by the way this time David is not gonna get in my way." "So you did?" "Did what?" "Come to finish me of?" "Oh... Well yes... But I'll make it quick I swear." 

Reality hit me and I broke down. I couldn't take it anymore. "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW! ARE YOU?" He looked a little shocked at my reaction. "NOT ONLY DID YOU TRAUMATIZE ME FOR LIFE! OH NO THAT IS NOT ENOUGH. YOU JUST HAD TO COME BACK AND DO IT ALL AGAIN DIDN'T YOU? YOU SICK F*CK!" I screamed at him. He had regained his confidence and now strode towards me. I saw history repeating itself. I saw it in his eyes, I saw it in the knife gleaming in his hand and I saw it in the way he dominated the room. But most of all I saw it in his smile. So this was it. This time nothing was going to get in his way. Except for me. I felt courage building up inside me again. I was not going to just let him do this. Not with a fizzle but with a bang right? My hands clenched in anger and I suddenly remembered the little metal can in my hand. A little smile crossed my face but I quickly composed myself. I was gonna give it all I had.

When he was just one meter away  from me I stretched out my arm and pressed the top of the pepperspray while closing my eyes and turning away. I didIn't want any getting in to my eyes. I would need them. He cried out in agony and fell to his knees. I kicked him in the stomach and ran for the door. I froze in the hallway when I heard him laugh. That same cold laugh that I had heard back then. When he had been about to kill me the first time. I looked over my shoulder to see him staggering out of the studio and start to follow me. His eyes were red and swollen and a huge grin was spread across his face from ear to ear. That sick bastard. I turned again and ran for the doors. By the front door a figure was slumped against the wall. The janitor. He was bleeding from the head but I couldn't worry about that now. I had myself to think of.

I was now on the street and running for the building next to the studio. But it was dark and I didn't see that little rock. The rock that made all the difference. The rock that made me trip. I felt the ground touch my forehead and next thing I remembered I was lying on my back on the pavement and a feeling of floating. Of being carried away. I realized that it was from blood loss and that life was slowly flowing out of me. I saw Ben's face hovering over me and he was laughing. "I hope that taught you the lesson." He whispered in my ear but he was interrupted by a voice of an angel. "REED!"


I opened my eyes. But I didn't see anything. It was all black. I tried moving my hand. I couldn't. I tried wiggling my toes. I couldn't. I was terrified. Where was I? As my heart started to beat faster that annoying beeping noise sped up.


Slowly the colors in the room returned to my eyes and my vision was back. I looked straight up into a lamp that was slightly too bright and hurt my eyes. My head lolled to the side. That terrified me even more. I had no control over my own head. I saw a mop of blonde curls on a head resting in a chair that looked very uncomfortable and recognition filled me. Alex! I was no longer scared. Alex would never let anything hurt me. But then I thought back to the fight we had the other day. Did he even care anymore? I felt a tear slip down my cheek and another followed. My throat hurt and I gave in to it. I sobbed and closed my eyes turning my head away from Alex's sleeping figure. Wait! I had control over my head again! I tried moving my hand again and I succeeded.

"Reed? Are you awake?" I turned my head back but Alex was still sleeping. I looked around and saw Tim standing on the other side of the bed. He saw my tear streaked face and pulled me up to a sitting position. He sat beside me and put his arms around me. "Do you want to go home?" He murmured in my ear and I nodded. He got up and went to talk to a nurse. She followed him back inside and she unhooked me from the machines and told me that my father would be here shortly to take me home. I was shown to a room where I could change. When I took off the hospital gown I looked with shock at the thick bandage covering my side. I hurried to pull the t-shirt that David had brought for me earlier today as I was told over my head and yank the skirt over my legs. I walked into the hallway and was pulled into my fathers embrace before I could even blink. He went to sign some papers and very soon Tim and I were cuddled up in the backseat while my dad was driving. I suddenly remembered I had totally forgotten Alex! "Shit!" I cursed under my breath. "What?" My father asked. "I forgot to say goodbye to Alex." "You can call him in the morning." he said and the car stopped in front of the house.

David ran out the door and pulled me into a tight embrace making me squirm. He let me go and pulled me to the living room. Everyone followed and we all sat down. "Where is Ben?" I ask. "Wait Ben did this?" Dad asked and looked up. "WHAT!"David shouted. "Who is Ben?" Tim asked. "So he is still out there?" I sobbed. David grabbed me in his arms and carried me to bed. He sat with me the whole night and he was still there when I woke up.


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