Runaway

Chapter 10

"Cassandra, how do we tell the cops," I pleaded.

"That's the thing, we don't tell. You have to continue to live like nothing's wrong. He will find a new victim eventually, just let it go," Cassandra cried.

I looked at her like she had a clown mask, "Sandra, I love you with all my heart but I'm not you. I can't sit here and be abused and raped. I'm leaving, I'm not telling you where but I'm leaving forever."

I got up, grabbed my car keys and my phone. I got in my car and decided to call Travis for some closure.

"Travis I can't really talk on the road but meet me at the old abandoned pond by the high school"

"I will be there, be careful."

I sped down the road with every though in my mind. From having the hangover, every little bright light is basically blinding me. I pray I don't get in an accident and continue to drive. I get there and just wait in my car. I see Travis, so beautiful and so clueless. I look at him and begin to cry. He ran to my car and banged on the window. I open the car door and let him in.

Travis hold me and says, "Babe, please tell me what happened."

"I..... I..... I...... I .... Gotta runaway," I managed to get out.

I saw a tear shed from his eye. He looked at me as if I had said something in a different language. He held my hand and said, "Jordan please don't leave me. I freaking love you, and next week is our anniversary. At least tell me why."

I closed my eyes and began telling him every little detail from the first time I got raped to the time I got raped again. He held me and cried like a baby. I thought he would be disgusted or be angry but no, I know this emotion he was depressed. It seemed as if he had lost everything.

"Jordan, I wanna go with you," He managed to say.

"Travis, I love you more than anything but I don't want you to come. I have to relocate, once this semester is over I'm leaving. I will only tell you where I am, I'm not telling Cassandra or Phillip or Brooklyn," I stated quickly, hoping he understood every word.

He gazed in my eyes and begged, "Jordan, I need you. I can't just let you slip out of my hands."

I cried even harder, I don't know if I have an STD or what and I don't want to put the guy I love in danger. I got that awkward feeling in my stomach. I opened the car door and began to throw up. Ehhh, hangovers really suck. I wiped my mouth and looked up to see Travis glaring at me.

"Jordan, did he use protection," He asked angrily.

"........ No," I said puzzled

He stared at me with an angry look and shook his head, "Babe I think your pregnant, let's go to the clinic right now. Let me drive."

He picked me up and put me in the passenger seat. Travis drove to a clinic, why would he know where a clinic would be anyway. I ignored that superstition and got out the car, I felt so weak but I continued to walk to the clinic. He opened the door for me. I rushed to a seat and looked around. I saw a mother with a teenage boy and a pregnant teen. The boy stared at me and shook his head, "Look you little bitch, if you want to judge me then go suck something foreign. You shouldn't judge, is that a red blotch I see." I said while looking at his blotchy arm." Maybe its Chlamydia so shut the fuck up, you twat faced bitch," I snapped.

"Jordan, this isn't like you. I signed the paper work. The nurse will see you in a few." Travis sternly said.

We sat in silence. I hope he isn't mad at me, this isn't like me snapping for no apparent reason. Is this a symptom of alcoholism...? I don't know. What if I have AIDS or something, will he still love me or will he dump me? I just need to relax ....... what if nothing's wrong at all? I look at him and see his luscious green eyes staring into mine. He grabs my hand and kisses it gently.