Sarah

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Chapter One: Backing Up (Part One)

I’m 16 years old. And my life is nothing what I thought it would be.

Let me back up. Long story short, my mother was getting ready to marry a guy named Dan. He was a nice guy, I liked him a lot. We were getting ready to move into his house, and I was excited because it was huge! I was going to have my own room, and not have to sleep on the couch in the living room.

Dan’s son, Kevin, lived about the garage in sort of an apartment style way; bathroom and kitchen, and even a bedroom. He was a lot older then me, he had just turned 24 when I met him, and I was 14. We didn’t have much in common, mostly because of the age difference, but he was always nice to me. He even let me play video games in his room, as long as I asked first. He had moved out for awhile before I met him I guess, but had recently moved back after his dad built the room above the garage. He said it was cheaper here then living in an apartment downtown.

About two weeks before the move date, my mom and Dan were hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. I was devastated, and still am. They were on their way to pick me up from a school dance. Before I knew what was happening I was being shuffled from place to place while the courts tried to contact my dad. I don’t really remember him, I was young when he left, and wasn’t too excited about having to live with him; he used to beat my mom and drank all the time.

I had been in a temporary foster home when one of the courts social workers came in and told me to pack my things. I was happy to go; I didn’t like my foster parents. In the short time I’d been there they’d barely fed me and I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as soon as I got in her car though, realizing they must have found my dad and I was now going to have to move in with him.

I didn’t say anything on the ride to the court house, but when I got there I saw Kevin. I was wondering what he was doing there, thought it might be a coincidence. I ran over to him and gave him a huge hug. I’d never hugged him before, we weren’t that close, but he was the first familiar face I’d seen since my mom died. He hugged me back and patted my hair.

“It’ll be okay Sarah, its okay. I’m going to take you home now okay?”

I pulled away and looked at him, confusion in my eyes. The social worker lady, I think her name was Stacy, came up behind me with some papers that Kevin signed. She then looked down at me and said “We found your dad; he’s been in prison for the last 3 years. Kevin here called in to see if you were okay and when I told him we had to send you to foster care he volunteered to be your guardian.”

I looked back to Kevin and he smiled at me. I cried and hugged him again, whispering thank you over and over again.

He grabbed my hand and led me over to his car, and the whole ride home all I could do was cry. I was so glad he agreed to look after me, but every time I thought about it, I thought about why he was looking after me, and thought about my mom. We didn’t talk much the whole car ride home.

Everything was fine for the first few weeks. Kevin was great, he let me stay up late and eat fast food whenever I wanted. His dad had a huge life insurance policy and Kevin was pretty well set from now on. The house was also paid off already, and had been left to Kevin in his dad’s living will.

I was supposed to start at a new school at the end of summer, and that was only a month away. Kevin promised to take me shopping for school stuff later in the week, and had even dropped me off at the mall with some money so I could buy some new clothes. He told me to call him when I was ready for him to pick me up.

I spent a few hours at the mall, and with shopping bags in hand, I called Kevin to pick me up. He said he’d be there in a few minutes, but he sounded weird. I thought I’d just woken him up or something. OH! I hoped I didn’t disturb a date or anything! Kevin used to bring girls over all the time, but since his dad died and I moved in I hadn’t seen a single girl. Which was a shame, Kevin was an attractive guy. I figured he was as upset as I was about our parents, but he just held it in better.

Kevin’s car came to a screeching halt in front of me about 10 minutes later. Two other guys were in the car as well, friends of his I was assuming. One sat in the back while the other was riding shot gun. I got into the back seat next to one of his friends. I have always been really shy and my eyes hit the floor the second he tried to make contact with them.

“Sarah, this is Mark and Jason, guys this is Sarah.” Kevin said quickly before peeling out of the parking lot. I figured he was drive kind of fast to show off for his friends until I saw the empty beer bottles on the floor.

“Um, Kevin, are you okay to be driving?” I asked. Jason, the one sitting in the back seat with me, put his arm around my shoulder.

“Don’t worry sweetie, Kev here’s a great guy, he won’t let anything happen to us!” His breath stunk of beer and I shifted away from him, ignoring his comment.

“Kevin?” I asked again.

“What!?” He snapped. He’d never snapped at me before, it scared me. I didn’t say anything. Instead I looked out the window and prayed we’d get home safe. We did. I decided to talk to Kevin later that night, when his friends weren’t around, and tell him I wouldn’t drive in the car with him while he had been drinking anymore. That’s how our parents died anyway; I couldn’t understand why he would do something so stupid.

I went to my room as soon as we got home, and tried to block out the noise of the boys downstairs. I gave up and decided to take a shower. I spend several minutes checking myself in the reflection of the mirror before it got too foggy to see before jumping in the shower.

15 minutes later, soaking wet with my towel around my head I opened the door from the bathroom that led straight into my room and froze. Jason was looking at some of the photos on my desk. He turned around and soon as he heard me and broke out with a huge smile as I hurried back into the bathroom.

“What are you doing in my room?!” I yelled through the door. My heart was pounding; no one had ever seen me naked before. Well, no guys anyway.

He laughed from the other side of the door. “Sorry, I was waiting for the bathroom.”

“What’s wrong with the one down stairs?” I asked.

“Mark flushed a beer bottle cap, it’s plugged. I’ll leave, you can come out.” He still had a hint of laughter in his voice as he said that.

‘Oh my God.’ I thought to myself. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. I put another towel around my body and when I heard the door shut I opened the bathroom door again.

Before I knew it, someone had grabbed my arms and pushed my back against the door. Focusing my eyes I saw Jason’s eyes staring right back at me.

I couldn’t speak, I was in shock. What was he doing?

He smiled at me and whispered in my ear.

“I saw how you were looking at me in the car. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Kevin if you don’t.”

He pressed his lips against mine suddenly, and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I shook my head but he wrapped his fist in my hair and held me against the wall.

I pushed against him but he was way too strung for me. Struggling as much as I could my hip passed against his pants and I jump backwards. He smiled against my lips and thrust his hips towards me, rubbing his erection on my leg.

Finally he broke away for air. The second he did I tried to duck away from him. Forgetting his hand was wrapped in my hair, I was jerked back just as fast as I’d try to run.

“Playing hard to get huh? Come on now, don’t fuck me with Sarah.” He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me to the bed, tossing me down. Suddenly he was on top of me, straddling me.

“Please… Stop…” I said as loudly as I could manage; which wasn’t very loud.

He leaned down and kissed my neck, his hand rubbing softly over my breasts. Moaning into my neck he said, “Come on now, no one likes a tease… Just admit it Sarah, you know you want to…”

I finally managed to work up some strength and when he wasn’t expecting it I bucked up. I almost had him off guard and off of me, but he came back immediately and grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides with his knees.

“Oh I see, you think it’s cool to tease guys and then act like a prude? You think you’re too good for me?”

I shut my eyes and tried to control my breathing so I didn’t hyperventilate.

“I-I… Listen, J-Jason… I’m sorry I m-made you t-think that, b-but I w-wasn’t t-trying to f-flirt with you…”

“’Cuz you’re too good for me, that’s what you’re saying, right? Fuckin’ slut. Fuck this.”

He rolled off of me and walked out the bedroom door, slamming it behind him. Terrified, I stayed were I was for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. Finally I drew my covers over me and turn the TV on, adjusting the volume so it was background noise, and attempted to fall asleep.