Chapter 6- A New Understanding
I stared at him, he stared back. I blinked at him, he blinked back. That was how it continued on for the next five minutes. I was the one to eventually break the eye contact and shift uncomfortably. He continued to gap at me though and it took all that was within me not to run past him and down the highway. He ran his fingers through his hair and opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut. I didn't blame him, what could he possibly say after my unintentional announcement?
"Did you…did you just say your dad tried to kill you?" he was finally able to ask. I lowered my head and played with my fingers.
"I-I don't want to talk about it Jake. Could we leave it alone please?" I tried turning my body so I could sit in the jeep properly but he held onto my thighs and locked me in place. My eyes bulged and he shook his head,
"We can't leave this alone Karly! What do you expect me to do after you just told me that your dad tried to kill you? You have to tell me what happened," he demanded.
"I don't have to tell you anything. It doesn't concern you."
"I'm so fricken tiered of hearing that line Karly! It obviously concerns me if you just notified me of the fact," he noticed my expression and changed his tone. "Look, if it was something simple like you being left at a baseball game then I would forget it. But I can't forget the fact that your dad tried to kill you."
"Would you stop reminding me! I know what my dad tried to do so please stop repeating it!"
His expression softened and he frowned at me, "I'm sorry Karly but would you please tell me?"
I couldn't understand why a part of me wanted to tell him so bad but another part of me wanted to flip him off. Maybe it was the feeling of wanting to confide in someone else. The only people that actually knew about this were my mom and the legal team that got my dad locked up. My mom had to beg the media not to disclose this case to the public for my own well-being. I guess I could say that was one of the best things my mom has ever done for me.
I looked at Jake again and his green eyes were actually pleading with me. I couldn't help but opening my mouth and telling him the story.
My mom wasn't home. I knew that the instant I walked through the doors of my house. I always found her sitting in the couch when I arrived after school but today she wasn't here. He was though. I could tell from the multiple liquor bottles scattered all over the living room. My heart rate quickened and I slowly walked in the direction of my room. If I didn't bring any attention to myself then I would probably be able to make it to my room and work on my homework in peace.
I moved my left foot to the side and accidently kicked an empty bottle into the coffee table. I cursed under my breath and waited to see if he would notice. When I didn't hear any movements, I continued forward but stopped when I heard his voice. "Katherine? Is that you?"
He thought it was my mom who had arrived.
"Katherine! I said is that you?" he called out again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that he didn't come out into the living room and check. When I didn't hear his voice again, I moved to make a dash for my room but he stumbled out of the kitchen at that point. He narrowed his eyes as he realized it was me and placed his hands on his hips. "Oh, it was you! Why didn't you tell me it was you?"
"I-I-I didn't r-realize mom wasn't home. I thought you were actually calling her," I stuttered. My hands were shaking furiously and I tried to hide them behind my back.
"Is that so?" I nodded. "Well then, do you see your mom anywhere?"
I didn't dare to look around or break eye contact with him, "No."
"So how could you possibly think your mom is here?"
"I-I don't know."
"You know what? I'm actually getting really tiered of your attitude!" anger began to seep into his voice and his light hearted tone was long forgotten.
"I'm not giving you attitude dad."
"And now you're talking back to me?"
"I don't want to hear it!" he raged. He pulled his belt off from around his slacks and moved towards me. I slowly backed up but that only made him angrier so I closed my eyes and held my place. The first slash was so painful that a spark of white light blinded my vision. He whipped the belt again and this time it sliced me across the face. Once he developed a rhythm, he whipped me at least fifty times a minute. I was screaming by this point and my tears were falling on their own.
"Daddy! Please…please stop!" I screamed as he whipped me across my back. He was panting and sweat beads had formed at his temple.
"Shut up! You stupid little girl! Are you going to tell me what to do now?" he yelled and whipped me one last time. Once he was finished with the belt, every part of my body was on fire and I could feel blood trickling down the center of my back. I wanted to throw up with how much pain I was in but apparently he wasn't finished with me. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to my feet. "Stand up you stupid bitch!"
My legs wobbled underneath me and my arm dangled at my sides. My lack of energy seemed to enrage him even more as he threw me into the couch and jumped on top of me. He threw punches at my stomach from left to right. I was pretty sure every rib in my body was broken but with how much pain I was in, it was hard to tell. He threw one final punch to my head and everything went black.
"When I woke up I was in the hospital and my mom explained how he was arrested. She seemed almost upset with me at that time. Kind of like…I was the reason why he was sent to jail," I finished and sighed. I looked up at him to see him just staring at me. It wasn't sympathy, it wasn't pity, it wasn't shock but it looked like…he was in pain too. It was either that or he really had to use the washroom.
"You don't have to say anything!" I cut him off. "Let's just leave it at that. You wanted to know the truth so I told you. Now, I really don't want to talk about it anymore. So please let's just go back to your house, I'm not in the mood for shopping anymore."
He only nodded and quickly walked to the driver's side before driving to the next exit off of the highway.
Jake didn't really say anything on the drive back to his house and I wasn't really complaining. I was far more occupied by the fact that I just spilled my history to Jake. I hadn't even told my best friend Olive about it but yet I was confiding in Jake? Looking back on it made me uncomfortable. It was one of the reasons why I didn't want to tell anybody about it.
I felt vulnerable.
I felt as if he finally knew my weakness and therefore any act of deviance I try to put forth would only have him shaking his head.
It was stupid.
It was a very stupid move and it was too late to take it back now.
Gayle wasn't home when we arrived and I was grateful for that fact. I was in no mood to explain to her why we decided not to go shopping. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and pulled Austin's number out of the pocket of my jeans. They were the same jeans I wore to school the day he gave me his number. I unfolded the small sheet of paper and swiped the house phone before shuffling to my room. As I was stepping into my room Jake was stepping out of his and he instantly made a u-turn back into his room. I sighed and closed my door behind me before sitting on my bed and crossing my legs.
I dialed in Austin's number and waited for him to pick up. It rang four times before the voice of a female answered, "Hello?"
"Uh hi, can I speak to Austin please?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Oh um, my name's Karly."
"Oh! You're Karly? This is amazing! I've heard so much about you! My brother-"
There was some yelling and some shuffling and I was about to hang up when Austin's voice chimed in. "Karly! Are you still there?"
"Uh…yeah, I'm here."
"Oh okay good. I'm sorry about that, my sister can be so annoying sometimes," he sighed and yelled something before clearing his throat. "I'm surprised you actually called me. Most girls are too afraid to call me in fear that I would be some kind of serial killer."
I laughed and shook my head to myself, "Well then, should I be afraid? I mean, you're not going to hurt me in that abandoned classroom of yours are you?"
"Come on Karly, do you really think I would do that? My classroom is a sacred place! If I was going to harm you I'd probably do it in an alley or a forest," he explained.
I laughed so hard that I had to clutch my stomach, "Shut up Austin! You know what? For that, I'll no longer venture with you to your 'sacred' classroom."
"Whatever, I'll just have to drag you there."
That was how our conversation went on for the rest of the evening. I needed Austin's light heartedness and it lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders. I was about to tell Austin about how I stalked my ex crush Zane when there was a knock on my door. "Come in," I called out.
The door slowly opened and Jake shuffled inside my room. "Austin, I'll talk to you later okay?"
"Okey dokes ma'am," he said before hanging up. I hung up the phone as well and placed it beside me. I looked at Jake expectantly and he shifted uncomfortably,
"I was just letting you know that if you need someone to talk to then feel free to come to me," he stated.
"Do you really think you'd be my first choice?"
He furrowed his brows at me and crossed his arms against his chest, "What do you mean?"
"I mean you're the fakest person I know Jake! You treat me one way when we're around other people and another way when we're at home. I'm sorry for burdening you with my problems, Lord knows I regret it," I explained before taking a sip of my water to distract myself from Jake's expression.
His eyes narrowed and I swore he twitched a bit, "Fine. You want fricken attention at school, I'll give you attention at school," with that said he stalked out of my room and slammed the door behind him. I was confused as to what he meant exactly with his statement but I was also afraid to find out.
Monday arrived as quickly as it left and I found myself in the back of Jake's jeep in the blink of an eye. I woke up a little later than usual; therefore all my actions until this point were a blur to me. I probably looked a little crazy and out of it but that matter didn't concern me. I was just counting down the minutes until I could see Austin. He was just what I needed to scrape my already horrible day off of the ground.
After parking the jeep in the school parking lot, Jake turned around and stared at me. "Don't leave yet. Let's walk in together."
He ignored my question and sprinted around to my side before helping me out of the truck.
What game was he playing?
He held onto my hand and practically dragged me to the front of the school. A couple of his friends were standing by the front doors, including Stephanie. He held onto my wrist and slightly shoved me in front of his friends. "Guys, meet Karly, my new roommate."
So that's what he meant by giving me attention. I wasn't exactly sure I liked this kind of attention and when I saw the look on Stephanie's face, I knew for sure that it was going to be hell.
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