Awakened

Chapter Three

He is not the guy I want to lose my virginity to. I am better than that. I am not that kind of girl. I do not want to be labeled the w***e of the school. So, coming back to my senses and suddenly feeling a little less affected by the alcohol, I pushed his hands away.

“What the hell?” he growls.

“Get off of me,” I croaked. “I don’t want to do this.”

“That’s not what it seemed like a second ago,” he snickers.

He tried to continue but again I pushed his hands away. “I said get off of me,” I said with more force in my voice this time.

He chuckles and grabs my wrists and holds them down by my side. He bends down and continues to bite down on my neck. I try to wiggle and twist out of his grip, but he is three times my size and much stronger than me.

His lips travel down my neck and he slowly makes his way down towards my stomach, taking his body and kneeling on the floor. I took this opportunity and kneed him in the face. He lets go of my wrists and falls back with his face in his hands. Before I can even make out what I just did, he is up and has his hands on my shoulders, holding me back against the couch.

“You little w***e,” he spits.

“I said get off of me,” I yelled. Maybe if I scream loud enough, I can get someone’s attention and they can help.

He rolls his eyes but slides off me, holding his nose again. I quickly get up and leave the room before he decides to try something else.

Slowly, trying to keep my focus and balance as I followed along the wall of the hallway, I passed everyone in the living room without making any eye contact. I keep my head down, make my way outside, and pull out my cell phone.

I cannot ask Amanda to leave the party just to drive me home. She was the one who wanted to come here in the first place, so I might as well call my mom. Amanda can have fun without me. Besides, she is too drunk to drive me home anyway. She probably won’t even notice I am gone or remember I even came with her tonight as it is.

“Hello,” she picked up quickly.

“Hi Mom, could you please come to pick me up,” I asked. I know I am about to get a lecture, but I don’t care. I just want to go home.

“What happened to Amanda being able to drive you home from this party? Is she too drunk to do so?” she starts angrily. “Is her mom coming to get her also? You know, Amara, I thought you were more responsible than that?”

“Mom,” I stopped her. “Mom, I will explain later. Can you just come pick me up, please?”

“Fine, your father and I were in bed but sure, be there soon,” she says, annoyance in her voice. “Give us about ten minutes.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said as I hung up the phone.

And with that said I waited on the front steps. Minutes pass and people walk past me, going in and out of the house, stumbling

drunkenly. But suddenly, one person stops in front of me.

“The party is inside the house, correct?” a deep voice asks with a slight chuckle.

I looked up to find a tall and very handsome guy standing before me. I rub my drunken eyes, not believing what is standing before me, but when I look again, there he still stands with his lovely dark brown eyes, messy brown hair, and muscular body. I feel like I could melt.

“Are you okay?” he asks, confused.

I shook off what must be a stupid look on my face, “Um yeah, it is inside. I am just waiting for my ride.”

“Is the party that lame?”

“No, I just don’t like to party that much,” I explained. “I came with a friend.”

“Oh, I see,” he smiles. “And she’s still inside having a good time?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“Well, it looks to me like you need someone to keep you company until your ride shows up,” he says as he takes a seat next to me. “The name is Emanuele, by the way.”

“Amara,” I retort.

“Nice to meet you, Amara,” he smiles and shakes my hand.

“Why haven’t I met you before?” I wonder. I would surely remember a beautifully chiseled face such as his.

“I’m actually brand new to town,” he states. “I just moved in last week only a few houses down from here.”

“I see,” I smiled. “And how do you like this boring old town so far?”

“Not too shabby,” he smiles. “I am kind of into boring. I do not like loud and obnoxious places. I like being able to keep to myself when I want. Less drama, less trouble.”

“Where are you from?”

“I just moved here from Oregon.”

“Is that place loud and obnoxious?” I asked.

“It could get that way. Though, I did not like it there so much because of the people,” he explains.

I just nod as I peek at my phone. More than fifteen minutes passed. I wonder where my parents are. It is not like them.

“Is your ride running late?”

“Somewhat,” I frowned. “They should have been here a few minutes ago.”

“Maybe there is traffic.”

“Yeah maybe,” I shrugged.

“So, tell me,” he smiles. “Why come to a party if you know you are not going to have fun? Just so you can sit outside all night?”

I shrugged, “My friend wanted me to come. Now she is inside having a good time and my night was ruined by some jerk.”

His eyebrows furrow as a confused look grows on his face. “How so?”

“Oh, I don’t mean you,” I chuckled. The poor look on his face made me feel so bad. “Some jerk inside the house.”

“Oh,” he breathes as his face relaxes. “I was confused there for a second.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely not you,” I assured him. “Some guy inside thought he’d try a fast one on me just because I'd had a couple of drinks.”

“Oh, I see,” he nodded. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I can handle him.”

“You should not have to worry about that, though. Guys can be assholes.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.”

I took out my phone again only to realize that it had been over twenty minutes, so I decided to call my mom’s cell. But it goes straight to voice mail. So, I try my dad’s, but his phone does as well. That is not like them. They always pick up their phones. Now I am starting to worry.

“Is everything okay?” Emanuele wonders.

“Not sure,” I breathed. “My parents always pick up their phones but they both went to voice mail.”

“I have a car. I can give you a ride if you’d like,” he explains.

“As I said, I am only a few houses down, so we don’t have to go far.”

“Let me try one more time,” I breathed. “Then, if they don’t pick up, it would be great if you could do that for me. Thanks,” I smiled.

The phone rings twice but then finally my mother picks up. “We are almost there, Amara. We are two minutes away.” Then the line goes dead.

“They are so upset with me,” I said as I looked up at Emanuele.

“They are just being parents,” he chuckles.

“I know,” I smiled in return. “They are just so extra sometimes. They tend to treat me like I am a piece of glass most of the time.”

“They must have their reasons,” he shrugs.

“I guess.”

Finally, they pulled up and waved me to the car. Through the window, I can see how angry they are. This should be an interesting ride home.

“It was nice to meet you,” Emanuele says as he stands up. “Maybe I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you will!” I said as I waved goodbye and headed for my parent’s car. “Pray for me.”

I could hear him chuckle as I climbed into the back seat.

“Amara, how could you? You promised,” my mother says angrily once I am in the car. “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not in the mood right now Mom,” I sighed as I leaned my head back against the headrest, still feeling some of the effects of the alcohol.

As we take off, Dad starts to get upset. “Don’t you dare talk to your mother that way, Amara,” he growls. “She let you go to that party because you said you were going to be responsible. If it were up to me, you would not have been allowed to go. And now look at you, you are drunk. You could not even walk to the car without stumbling.”

“I’m allowed to have fun every once in a while,” I snapped.

“You can have fun without getting drunk and in trouble,” he argues. “What if we were sleeping, Amara? What would you have done then? Got into your drunk friends’ car? Let her drive you home? That would have been smart. What if something happened to you?”

“I’m not that stupid, Dad,” I spit, getting annoyed.

“You’re sure acting like it,” he disagreed. “You are grounded. Do you hear me?”

“Whatever,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

Do not get me wrong, I know I should not have been drinking. Hell, I did not want to drink the first couple of drinks. Better yet, I did not even really want to go to that party. But I went anyway. So, grounding me will not bother me. That will just give me an excuse to tell Amanda why I cannot go out for a few days.

“DAREN,” my mother screamed suddenly.

We both stop arguing and look out the front windshield. There was a tall figure standing in the middle of the road. I cannot make out what the person looks like, it is too dark outside. I could only make out what looked like a large dark trench coat.

Dad tries to swerve out of the way, so he does not hit the person and that is when everything starts happening in slow motion. We swerved to the right and the car started to slide down a hill. The car begins to roll and by the third time we spin, my head hits the side window. Before I can make out anything else, the world around me goes black.