Broken Pieces - L. S. (read any book TXT) 📗

someone already. We sat on the giant log tree beside another brunette named Jessica. They were all nice to me and I didn’t notice that while I was busy chitchatting with the people around me I shifted from the red cup foam to a bottle of beer and I was already having too much to drink.

 

 

A couple of hours later, I was feeling the heat on my face, my eye sight is blurry and I feel cold hands on my waist. I am still sitting on the giant log but Christy is no longer beside me, instead my head is rested on some guy’s shoulder whom I can’t really picture his face.

“You okay, baby?” he asked in a husky voice.

I can still hear the loud sound coming from the speakers and the hot breath coming from the mouth of the guy beside me. He smells like beer and garlic. My cell phone rang again, I have been hearing it earlier but I was too weak to pick it from my pocket.

“My phone,” I said.

“Where is it?” the boy asked.

“In my pocket,”

He leaned closer to me and reached for my pockets. The phone continues to ring and when he got it, he pressed a button the screen and put it on my ear.

“Hello, Jillian,”

I shut my eyes out because his loud voice on my ear is giving me a headache.

“Where are you? Do you know what time is it?” he snapped.

He sounded like my daddy.

“At the beach,” I answered.

I know my voice is slurring, even the drunk me can hear that.

“Did you drink?”

“A little,”

“God, I am coming to get you,”

I wasn’t able to respond because I can’t really take the pain in my head anymore. I don’t know if it was Carter who cut the line or if it was me.

I tried my best to stand up but my knees are too weak to support my weight, I almost fell on the ground when the boy beside me catch me just right before I made my fall.

“Come here,”

He held me on my waist and I rested my head on his chest. I feel so weak and my muscle seemed to die after I drank a couple of beers. The boy led me to the dark part of the beach where the cars are parked.

“Where are we going?” I asked in a slurry tone.

My eyes are closed, I feel so hot everywhere and I can’t walk straight.

“Shhh, don’t worry I’ll take care of you,” he whispered.

The guy continued to lead me to a place I don't have any idea about. I feel so light like a paper, but my head is heavy like a cannon ball.

“Come here,” I heard him say after a while.

He lifted me from my waist and sat me on a hard cold metal. When I opened my eyes, we are in a very dark place, and I was sitting on the bed of a rusty old pickup truck.

“You know, you are so beautiful even in the dark.” He whispered to my ear.

Even though I was dizzy and my head hurts like hell I still felt his warm breath on my ear. It did give me shiver down my spine but not the good shiver I used to feel with Carter.

Then he just started kissing my face, leaving saliva on my skin, I tried to push him but my arms are too weak to even move. I know what he is trying to do and he made me remember Dan.

“No,” I shouted but it came out a whisper.

“Shhh, this is just very quick.” He said.

He puts his hands on my waist trying to pull my sweatshirt over my head and he was way stronger than me so he was able to take it off of me very quickly. I am trying my best to push him away but it seems like he isn’t even feeling my strength on him. He reached for my jeans and he immediately unbuttoned it and pulled it from my legs.

“N-no. . . please no. . .” I beg.

The cold wind coming from the beach gave me immediate goose bumps on my almost naked body. The only I have left are my under garments. I felt his cold hand on my waist again and his disgusting lips on my skin. My head is working but my body is dead, it doesn’t even want to move. I am very weak, even opening my mouth is too hard for me. I don’t know what was put on my drink that made be weak as a baby.

“Jillian!!!”

I tried my best to open my eyes when I heard the familiar voice of Carter. I don’t know if I was dreaming but a sudden feeling of hope in my chest.

“God, Jillian, are you okay?”

When he came right in front of me, I knew I wasn’t dreaming, I knew I am safe now. Carter is here and there’s no can harm me.

“You’re here,” I told him weakly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck before I completely lost conscious.

 

 

I woke up the next morning with a headache and heavy eyes. I was on the bed wearing one of the hundred pairs of PJ’s Carter bought for me. Carter is no longer beside me, I don’t remember much of what happened to me last night, all I know was I went to the beach party Christy invited me to and got drunk pretty bad and I also remembered Carter picking me up.

I glanced on the digital clock on the wooden table beside the bed; it’s three in the afternoon. God! I missed school. I wonder if Carter went to work today. It’s Friday, so I guess he did. I hope he did because I don’t know what to tell him, I know I have a lot of explaining to do and I don’t know where to start.

I was getting off the bed the door opened. I guess I was wrong after all. He didn’t go to work because he is here standing in front of me wearing a black boxer shorts without top on. His chests were perfectly tanned and his hair was wet. I don’t know if he have gone to shower or he went swimming cause there was a white towel hanging on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” he said and made his way towards me.

I sat still on the bed, didn’t attempt to get off anymore, I guess it’s time for me to face the music. I avoided him the best that I can yesterday and I don’t think I can still do that especially now that he is standing half naked in front of me.

He sat beside me. There was a moment of silence between us. I think he is trying to gauge the mood. I don’t think he’s mad but I can’t read if he’s not. I took a deep shaky breath.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I apologized,

Sorry was the only word I was able to come up with. He reached for my hand but still didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I added.

He took one deep breath.

“I didn’t like how you behaved last night Jillian,” he said, the disappointment on his tone is too obvious not to notice. “. . . but I was more concern about you, god I really want to kill that motherfucker,” he added in gritted teeth.

Then I remember the boy who tried to take advantage of me. I am sober now but I still can’t figure how he looked like. I know he took me to a dark place and sat me on a rusty old truck then I remember Carter showing up from god-knows-where and then I lost memory of what happened after that.

“He tried to rape you,” he’s angry. “I really want to kill him but Marcus stopped me.”

My heart beat so fast, I have never seen Carter this angry, his face is so red I am afraid what he did with that boy. I held his hand so tight, hoping it will calm him even a bit.

“What did you do to him?” I asked when the color of his face went back to normal.

He smiled as he tightened the grip on my hand.

“I was able to punch him once and that’s it, Marcus pulled him away from me.” He chuckled. “Marcus said he wasn’t worth it,”

I nodded. Yes, he isn’t worth it. The boy is worthless while Carter has everything to lose and it will really kill me if Carter would be involved in a scandal that will ruin his image and his business.

“Yes, he isn’t” I said.

“Jillian, I know something is bothering you,” he said in a serious tone. “I don’t understand what changed your mind about going home and going to the party last night, I know you’re young and sometimes you are curious about it but last night wasn’t all about partying, it was something else.”

I didn’t realize that for just more than a month that we have been living together he was able to know when something is bothering me or not. I don’t know if I should tell him about what Adriana Krueger told me yesterday that made didn’t want to go home and face him.

“Is this about Ade?” he asked.

Well, I guess there is no need to think it over if I should tell him or not.

“It’s about her, right?”

I gave him a slight nod. I need to be brave and tell him what Adriana Krueger told me. This is the time where I should get a clear view on what is really going on and who really is Adriana Krueger in Carter Greene’s life.

I swallowed the lump that kind of stuck in my throat. I need to voice my thoughts out in order for me to get the answers to my questions.

“Yesterday, after I got off the phone with you, Adriana Krueger came in front of me with her sparkling red convertible and her sparkling self.” I always call her with her full name, I don’t know why but I can’t seem to call just by her name, it doesn’t seem right to me. “He told me things about you and . . . .  your . . . um . . . toys” I was thankful when I finished my sentence without stuttering completely.

He shook his head, not really happy about what he just heard.

“The girls I’ve been with are the toys she was referring too?” he asked.

I nodded. A nod is enough to confirm it. So Adriana Krueger is indeed telling the truth, Carter had been with a lot of girls. The pain that I became familiar with crept into my chest again.

“She told me I will end up like them,” I said, trying to grasp the right words to say, “She said that you always leave them like trash.”

He shook his head. The irritation is obvious on his face.

“If. . .” I took a shaky breath. “If I will be treated like that,” the pain in my chest is really getting into me and it’s making me breath hard. “. . . then I’d rather just go back to Keith,”

He put his hands on my waist and sat me on his lap. He cupped my face and slightly forced me to meet his gaze.

“Adriana had this habit of talking to girls I go out with since we broke up before our college graduation, she tells them awful things but none of them are true,” he explained. “I’ve been with different girls and I am not going to deny that, but I never treated anyone a trash, all the relationships I have in the past ended mutually, sometimes I initiated it, sometimes it’s the girl who wanted out. I am not perfect after all, not everyone wants to be with me, I guess.” He chuckled.

“So you and Adriana Krueger had a relationship?” I asked trying to confirm the obvious.

He nodded.

“We grew up together and our dads were the best of friends. They were all sort of rooting for