Class Of 98

The next day is a frenzy of activity. On Sunday Mark is going to graduate from high school. Friday was the class reunion for me and Marks Senior prom and the senior breakfast in the morning, where I am going to chaperon at. At about 5:00p.m. I start getting ready to meet with Professor Thomas with Jackie sitting by me.

"Why are you going to see him?" She asks as I put on my eyeliner.

"We are going to discuss something's about the past." I say getting up and putting my dress on. "So how do I look?" Spinning in my dark navy blue mini dress.

"Great. I wish I could wear something like that and look good in it." She says.

I walk over to the bed where she was sitting and sit down next to her. "You would look good in it. But you would have to hold yourself up more better." I say. "You have to look like you are to good for the dress you are wearing as if you were a queen and the dress were a peasant." I say in a snobbish voice and my head thrown back.

"Thanks." She says getting up and giving me a kiss. I watch her leave the room. To me she was the luckiest girl in the world. She got to grow up with a father where I just had my mother. I look in to the mirror. My mother turned me from becoming what most of my Chicago friends had become and turned me towards the road of success. Coming from the south side of Chicago it was hard to adjust to suburban life. But I finally did. I was at one time a very shy little girl. But when I meet Sean to me it seemed like I bloomed in to a woman.

I had just ended my tour of IIT and I go back to the library. I walked and quickly went in to the back to sit until it was the time we had planed on meeting. I waited till 1:30pm and I went up to the front. "Is Sean Makins here?"

"No he is not here yet. Can I help you?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"No I will try back in a little while." I said and walked back to the back to wait a little while longer. I went back up to the front and asked again. This time she said he was there. I watched him stand up, my friends and I were right. The face matched the voice.

He came up to the front desk. "Hey Amy." I nodded. "Hold on." He said and walked away I stood waiting when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned and faced him. "Come on." He said and we walked in to the back. We get there. "I don't have a lot of time."

"Neither do I." I said.

"At least now I have seen you." He said.

"Same here. Are we still on for Saturday?” I asked.

“Yea we still are.” He said.

“Here this is for you.” I said handing him a brown envelope.

“Can I open it now or should I wait till later?” He asked.

"What ever you would rather do." I said. He practically ripped open the envelope.

"I think I will read this later." He said putting the paper back in the envelope. "Could I at least get a hug?" We hugged then he went back to the front desk and I left.

"Hey earth to Amy. Come in Amy." I hear Sean say.

"Sorry. I was just thinking about the first time we met." I say. I look at the clock and see that it is 6:30p.m. "Well I had better get going. I will see you later." I say and kiss him.

"Hurry back to me." He says. I walk out of the house and in to the car and drive off.

I walk in to the restaurant and see him sitting at a table and walk right for it. I sit down and a waitress comes to take my drink order. I order red wine. "What do you want Professor Thomas?"

"Call me Kevin please, since we know each other so intimately." He says going to grab my hand but I hold up my left with the ring.

"I am engaged to Sean. I do think you remember him. We are now living together in England." I say sharply. "Now, why do you want to see me?"

"Does Sean know about us?" He asks.

"There is no us." I say.

"Well does he know?" He presses.

"No." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because that is a time I would rather put behind me." I say. I got up from the table. "Now if you will excuse me."

He grabs my wrist. "You leave I will tell your family and Sean what happened and that you were the one who wanted it. Now sit." He says I do as he says.

"What do you want from me?" I ask as scared, as I was the first time this had happened.

"What do you think?" He says tracing one finger up my arm. "One night."

I looked up shocked. "Why?"

"Because I never had anyone like you before." He says. "So, do we have a deal, one night, you, your family and Sean will never hear from me again?"

"Can I have some time to think this over?" I ask.

"Yea. Here is my number call me." He says pulling out a card. I take it and leave. I drive around for a while. There was one thing I knew for certain that I was always a victim.

During my junior year at Morton West High School, I was walking to my locker and I opened it. A piece of paper dropped out. It read 'I want to fuck you. Rub myself against you.' I was terrified. I took it down to the deans. But they could not do anything. Soon pictures started to come with the letters. The pictures were of people having sex. They had some suspects some guys who were sexually harassing me the year before. After that the letters and pictures stopped.

The next semester they got worse. They went from sexual too deadly. Someone was putting letters in to my locker saying I was going to die. No one could do anything at the time not even the police. One day I walked home and there was a small animal box out back of my house. I pick it up thinking it was a gift from one of my friends. When I got in to the house it was not a gift but a dead mouse with a message on the top of the box. 'You and this rat will be one.' My mother called the police and they said to bring it in the next day. I spent the first part of the morning changing my locker. But a day after that another note was in my locker. The head of security took and taped the openings on my locker and nothing else happened.

To top it off was the rape by Professor Thomas.

I slam on the brakes bringing the car that was speeding to a squeaking halt. The more I thought the more I would accelerate. I look in to the rearview mirror and was taken back to looking like the small little girl that was frightened very easily. The sophisticated young woman that I worked so hard to become was slowly melting away. After five minutes I start for home.

I walk in the back door quietly and walk down to the small apartment. I walk in turn on the light and start to get undressed. "Where the hell were you?" Sean asks from one of the shadows in the room.

I turn around with a start. "Sean I did not know you were there or that you were awake."

"Professor Thomas was here hours ago wanting to know if you got home safely he was said you had ran out of the restaurant." He says walking in to the light.

"Wait, what time is it?" I ask trying to wonder why Sean was so mad.

"It is two o'clock in the morning." He says walking over to the bed. I finally notice he is ready for bed already. He gets in to the bed.

"I did not know it was that late." I say. "I am really sorry." I finish getting ready for bed and I join him in the bed.

"Why didn't you ever tell me he was very young looking?" He asks turning towards me.

"It never crossed my mind. Could we get a little bit of sleep?" I ask.

"Yea." He says turning around. "'Night."

"Goodnight." I say this was the first night since we started sleeping in the same bed that we are going to go to sleep with out first kissing.