The Devils Choice

The Dream

A couple weeks had past. I hadn’t talked to Ranger whatsoever and only a couple times with my dad. My lawyer had advised me not to communicate with either until my case was over. He need not worry about me talking to Ranger, but my dad is still my dad. Though I hadn’t spoken with my dad about my case at all. We were all supposed to meet at the courthouse on May 7, 2020. We all gave our statements and nobody seemed to lie. I told that I hadn’t purchased the taser and known about the dare until after I received the letter from the police department. My dad told that he had paid for the taser and Ranger told that he had ordered it from his own phone to a person he didn’t know. That person being me. I had gotten the smallest fine out of the three of us. I had to pay 200 dollars and Ranger and my dad each had to pay 600 dollars. After the judgement me and my mom walked to the car when I suddenly heard someone call my name. I turned around expecting it to be my dad, but it wasn’t. It was f*****g Ranger. That asshole. I told my mom that it would just be a second and she went to wait in the car.   

I walked towards him. “Hey Angel, can I borrow 600 dollars?” He said it with a smile and ended it with a little laugh. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but he was just being annoying.

“You know what Ranger? I think that with all the criminal stuff you do in the club you have more than enough money.”

He didn’t look happy with my answer. “Angel, it is your fault that I’m in debt to the state.”

I must have looked shocked. How could he say that? “NO. IT. ISN’T. YOU. ASSHOLE. It’s your fault and ONLY your fault. What do you want? I need to go.”

I turned around and started to walk towards the car. He quickly grasped my arm. “I just wanted to say……... I really liked kissing you.”

I looked at him in disgust, but he continued talking. “I think we should end what we started.” How dared he. This peace of s**t human being. I ripped my arm from his and walked to the car.   

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I laid in bed when I heard a knock on the front door. I went and opened it. “Wait…. what…. how do you even know where I live?” He just stood there looking gorgeous. Leaned to the doorframe and whit one hand in his perfectly curled, dark hair. He slowly walked towards me. For each of his step forward, I took one step back. “Well, Angel…… I told you we should finish what we started…… didn’t I?” He slammed the door shut and I suddenly hit the wall behind me. I couldn’t have escaped even if I wanted to. But I didn’t. He placed his right hand on my waist and pulled me closer. He grasped my chin whit his left hand and slammed his lips onto mine. I took a second, but I eventually kissed him back. I placed both my hands around his neck while kissing him violently. He moved his hands to my bum. He squeezed with force and removed his right hand only to place it right back with a bang. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth which made him smile. It had hurt, but felt good at the same time. He lifted me up and I rapped my legs around his waist. He moved us to my bedroom and threw me on the bed. He then started to remove his shirt and unbuckle his belt. I couldn’t wait so I also removed my shirt. Laying there in my bra he stopped what he was doing. He looked at me from top till toe……. looking hungry. His eyes had once again turned dark. “You are looking fine Angel.” He then grasped my pants and pulled them to my ankles. As he lowered himself down on the bed something seemed off. I sat up at once and swiftly realized that it had all been a dream.   

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The light outside my window disturbed me and I woke up. Little by little I started remembering my dream. How could I have dreamt about Ranger? My feelings towards Ranger have always been pure disgust, pure hate. He has always been my least favorite person in the world. I know I kissed him that one time in the clubhouse, but that was only so I could get back at him. I just wasn’t quick enough. He caught both my hands when I tried to slap him. I so wanted to leave red marks and fingerprints on his face. Even when I talked to him at the clubhouse and outside court he made me angry. My face turned red each time. He was good looking (definitely my type), but a criminal, my dad’s “friend” and a useless prick. How I despised him. Just because his father was the president of Devils Choice he thought he could do whatever he wanted. Whatever. Pleased. Him. He could drink as much as he wanted, sleep with as many girls as he possibly could, drive around on his bike like a maniac and be involved in the criminal world……… all at once. The worst thing was that I could only say the same things about my dad. Yes, he has kids, a job and a house, but he was just as bad as the rest of them, just as bad as Ranger. At least he didn’t have a stupid nickname. Maybe I should keep my distance for a while.   

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Some time passed and I didn’t once speak to my dad or Ranger. It felt weird…… not speaking to my dad, but at the same time very familiar. It actually wasn’t that hard. I had tried it before. When I was twelve years old I decided not to see or speak with my dad at all. It lasted two full years. After that my dad arbitrated to contact me. We spoke a couple of times and went out for dinner as well, but it all seemed strange. Another two years passed before I adapted to the situation. The reason we stopped talking was because of my dad’s girlfriend. My siblings and I got introduced to her only a month after my mom and dad got a divorce. I truly believe that it was her fault my dad left. I liked her in the beginning. We were friends, in some sort of way, for about six months. She started to be controlling and mad for no reason. She would throw things, slam doors and shout. It mostly went out on me. I tried speaking to my father, but he wouldn’t listen. I spent most holidays crying in the backseat of the car or going on long walks just to avoid her. So, I did the only thing I thought I possibly could do. I stopped seeing my dad. The best decision I’ve ever made. My grades went up, I became happier and I started seeing more of my friends as well as a psychologist. Seeing a psychologist truly helped me. Fortunately, my mom supported me through all this.