I was practically tripping over my own two feet as I ran up to Sarah’s house. I was just about to knock on the door ,when Sarah opened it.
The sight of my friend of how many years, that had kept this secret from me… AND she had known about my thing for Caleb… I guess I should be more pissed at Caleb for acting like everything is fine. But for now, I just wanted to find out why Sarah had kept this quiet for such a long time.
“Hey Christy. Jess called, told me you might be coming.”
“Sarah.” I then fell into her arms; I’d had enough for one day. “Is it true?” I asked her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Yeah, it’s true, I didn’t tell you because of how it happened, and it’s something that’s kind of hard to wrap your brain around when you can’t even remember how it happened. Believe it or not, your “boyfriend” is a die hard partyer… Why do you think that I kept trying to tell you that he’s bad for you?”
I shrugged.
“Anyway, this is how it happened. About a year ago now, Caleb went to a party… Apparently I was at the same party. I got drunk and he was high. A bad combo if you want to stay a virgin… I don’t remember the rest. Just the next morning Caleb kept talking about “last night” and how sexy it was. I had felt used and slimy all my life afterwards. See why I knew you deserved better?”
I was quiet. “You were taken advantage of, then?” I felt like my world had just fallen apart. “Yeah, I guess I do now… But, how did he act like everything was normal? Why didn’t he take advantage of me?”
“I don’t know Christy, but God must’ve been protecting you or something.”
I rolled my eyes “You actually believe that crap?” I asked.
“What?”
“That God crap that people go on and on about these days?”
“Well, yeah, how do you think I didn’t kill myself after this whole fiasco. God got me through…”
“Okay, I don’t feel like being preached to right now.” I cut her off.
“Okay” and with the look she gave me, I knew that there was a whole lot more to Sarah Anderson than I had ever realized.
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I walked away from Sarah’s house with a new knowledge and a heavy heart. I felt like someone had opened my chest and put a twenty-pound rock in it. I felt empty at the same time though, like what used to be important and consume my life no longer mattered…
One minute I was walking away from Sarah’s house and then the next I had locked the door in my room, ready to die.
“Christy! Come down here please!” mom called.
“What!?” I moaned.
“Just come down here!” so complaining the whole way about how life wasn’t fair, I went. And there, in my living room. On my couch, sitting high and proud, was Caleb.
I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Caleb says he needs to talk to you.” Mom said with a grin on her face.
“Alone” Caleb said.
I felt like a trapped animal. I sat there thinking about whether or not I would have time to high tail it out of the room before it was too late.
But at the same time I felt the need to be with him, though I knew that it could only end very badly.
“I—uh, I…” I was trying to think of a good excuse to get out of this before Caleb made me miserable… or my teenage hormones made me do something I didn’t want to do. Okay well at the time I wasn’t thinking “hormones” per-se, more like “I don’t want to do something stupid”.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
Caleb looked confused “Why?”“Because I just can’t.” This was difficult to explain with my mom standing right there. I looked at her as if to silently say “leave”… she didn’t get the message. So I had no choice but to take up on Caleb’s offer and “talk” with him alone.
I watched him get up from his spot. I wondered what he could have possibly wanted of me. I didn’t make any of these thoughts known. I should have, but didn’t.
I looked to my mom. Hoping maybe she’d come up with some random excuse to get me out of this. Nope, Mom was all smiles. She probably thought that something good could come out of this.
For a split second I actually wished dad would walk through the door and kick Caleb’s butt out... Then again, dad would probably find a reason to get mad at me. At least if I was grounded, I’d have an excuse to get out of this.
But I was stuck.
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