I woke up. No longer untwined in Jonathan's arms. I frown and look over, noticing he wasn't there either. I got up quickly. I hope he didn't leave me here alone. I was tearing up set hong for him. He wasn't in the bathroom. I ran out into the living room and saw him cooking in the kitchen. I smile, my eyes still blurred.
He notices me and smiles. Then he frowns when he see that in crying.
"Why are you crying?" He asks, and walks over to me and puts his hands on my cheeks.
"I thought that you left without writing a note or waking me up." I pull him in a hug.
He pulled away, grabbing my shoulders. "Why would I do that?" He says. I could tell he was about to cry.
"Well. I-I just thought that you wouldn't want anything to do with girls who get raped or girls who cause you to get punched." I rose my voice a little and he started getting angry.
"You thought wrong! I want to be with a girl who gives me a reason to wake every morning! I want a girl who doesn't care how she looks! I want a girl who wears her sins and bruises exposed and doesn't care what people say! I want you!" At that I pull him in a kiss.
A long passionate kiss. "I love you Jonathan." I spoke in such a soft voice. "But I'm broken. I don't think I'll be able to love anyone as much as I used to, but I'll try." I say before I walk back into my room to lay down. I realized I had school tomorrow so, to do something, I went ahead and pulled together my school outfit. I was going to dress nice this year but now I might as well dress dark. I got a quick shower and changed into some nike shorts and a t-shirt. I threw my hair in a messy bun and went out into the living room the watch tv. I saw as Jonathan wasn't here but gladly he had a note.
Ainsley, I went out for a while but I'll be back. Please don't leave while I'm gone. Icehouse be over late tonight. Sorry. -Jonathan PS:I love to too.
I smiled and went back to the tv. I decided to watch the news. I instantly regretted it because they were talking about a group if little girls, maybe in the age of 10 or 11, being raped and ad then murdered. And another young lady. She looked about my age. She was murdered last night after she was raped in the back of her apartment building. I screamed and threw the remote at the wall. I turned it off And ran to the bathroom. I was so pale. I couldn't even breath in the same beat. I fell on the floor and started crying.
I gripped the toilet seat and threw up in it. What is wrong with me. Why couldn't they have just killed me then. I just wish Jonathan didn't help me. I could barely move. Every bone, every muscle in my body had stopped functioning. I lay on the cold tile floor. Too shocked; I felt paralyzed. Why can't I move. Next thing I know is everything going black and I'm sleeping in the bathroom floor, with new, clean cuts on my arms.