An Uncomfortable Stituation Chapter 2

Chapter 2



I ran inside and locked the door, being as quiet as possible, then ran on tiptoes past my parents’ bedroom door and up the stairs. Running into my room and locking the door behind me, I flung my clothes and the towel onto my bed before I walked to the window overlooking the pool and looked out.

He was sitting in one of the lounge chairs, staring into the water, and every now and then he would run a hand through his hair. He seemed deep in thought, and I could only wonder what he was thinking. After a few minutes he got up and walked to the driveway. I heard a car motor start up and drive away.

Sighing, I rested my forehead against the cool window.

  I knew I had done the right thing; running, even though my mind and body wanted to give up and give in. I wondered what would have happened if I had stayed out there with him.

Would it have gone where I thought?

Would I have ended up losing my virginity, something that was very precious to me?  Would I have ended up like my friend Jenna, pregnant at 16, her boyfriend threatening to hurt her physically if she didn’t abort the life inside her?

I didn’t want to think about it.

  I turned away from the window and ran my hands over my face, trying to force myself to stop thinking about it, about him, about what could have happened. 

My mind was running at 1,000 miles an hour, and I was beginning to wonder if I had done the right thing.

Maybe all that stuff wouldn’t have happened; maybe he isn’t like all the rest of them.  Maybe I should have stayed out there with him, let him touch me and hold me like my body craved, kiss me and love me.

Maybe I could have had something amazing with him, and now I’ve lost it.

But then I thought about the things he had said.

‘“I’d like to watch you undress more often. I like it. You have a beautiful body.”’  Those sure sounded like he was after just one thing. 

I thought about Jenna. Her boyfriend seemed wonderful at first. He was her dream come true; always doing the sweetest things for her, giving her the complements that all girls desperately want to hear.

She wasn’t planning on sleeping with him, but he said all the right things and she finally gave in. She got pregnant, her parents kicked her out, and her boyfriend threatened to beat her if she didn’t abort.

She did, out of fear and because she didn’t want to lose him. He left her anyways, and she now lives with pain that is almost unbearable, staying away from all of her old friends and trying to drown the pain with drugs and alcohol.

I didn’t want to end up like her.

I pulled the blinds down and closed the curtains, as a last attempt to block him from my mind. Digging through my dresser to find something to wear, I dressed in shorts and a tank top, towel drying my hair.

Shoving the clothes off of my bed, I flung myself backwards onto it, looking up at the ceiling. My fan spun in a lazy circle, and I watched it until my eyes slowly slid closed.

I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the way his hands felt on my body, and the way his kisses on my neck sent shivers down my spine.