This Devil May Cry

Chapter 3

    As I sped down the freeway, I still felt a surge of energy running through my body from my head to my toes. I was trying to keep it together but I was freaking out. I heard a ringing noise and I looked down. It was my phone!! It had fallen on the passenger side floor. I tried to reach it  but failed to grab it. I was almost home.

    The phone would have to wait. I needed to do something. Call the police? I knew I should call the police, I mean he kidnapped me and tied me up, he was the one that slipped and fell on the knife. It wasn't my fault, not at all, but what if the cops didn't see it that way. There would be an investigation, it would surely make the news, everyone would know.

    My f*****g fingerprints were on that knife they were on the door knob, what if they checked fingerprints. I had no idea what to do. It seems silly now, looking back at it. I was the victim, nothing would have happened to me if I had called the cops. But I was a teenager then, what did I know?

 I pulled in to my driveway and came to a hard stop. I reached for my phone, it started ringing again. It was Logan, the last person I wanted to talk to or was it? He used to give me such comfort when I was upset, for a moment I did wish for him to be there but then that moment faded. My body was shaking, a combination of adrenaline and cold weather. My hands felt numb from the strong grip I had on the steering wheel. My feet felt like jello. 

    I got out of the car and went through the back door of the house so my mother wouldn't hear me. It was late by this time, and I couldn't face my moms wrath right then. I tip toed to my room and locked the door behind me. I slumped down to the floor, I was still shaking. I had to calm down I had to think. My phone rang again, why does he keep calling me. Should I answer it?

    "What" I said. I didn't know why I answered it. "Alice, I am so sorry I didn't mean for any of this to happen the way it did. Kenna shouldn't have told you I should have." His voice was shaky and I could tell he was trying to hold back some tears. His voice was comforting for a moment, I closed my eyes and remembered all the times I had laid my head on his shoulders for him to comfort me. I wanted that right now, I wanted his large rough hands on my waist, I wanted his fingers through my hair. I wanted to see his bright green eyes again and I wanted his warm body against me.

    "We haven't been on good terms for a while, I know it is not an excuse for what I have done. I want to talk in person, please let me at least explain myself." He was begging. I didn't think we were in bad terms, when did that happen? Distant, yes perhaps but my life did not revolve around him, besides all the trouble began when I went to that stupid party. Leave it to me to start a scandal the only time I ever went to a party.

I was never one to drink but that night I felt like I had to. I had just gotten in an argument with my mostly absent mother. She drank when she was upset I thought it may help me too. Despite being reserved and quiet my bestfriend Kenna was pretty popular. She always got invited to parties, and this party was no different. I met up with her and we began drinking. I don't remember much after that. I woke up half naked in a strangers bed. Well sort of a stranger, his name was Santos, the swimming teams captain. 

I had seen him several times and we crossed paths but had never spoken a word to each other. I could see he was in boxers, I felt like throwing up. I grabbed my clothes that were spread across the floor and quietly snuck out. I rushed for the front door of the house when suddenly I heard giggle. I turned around to see several classmates starring and laughing at me. "Another notch on his belt, what a beast." One of them said.

"Oh Logan is going to love this. I hope you're ready for it because we sent him a few compromising pictures of you and Santos." another classmate said, she giggled and waved me goodbye. I had no idea what happened that night and I never investigated, I did not want to know. I avoided Logan for a while but he talked it out with me and we had stayed together. After a while he kept bringing it up during arguments so I began to avoid him again. I did not want to talk about the incident anymore, I already felt violated enough. 

Logan began to speak again. All the want for Logan disappeared once I remembered what he had done. I had been drunk and helpless, but he hadn't been. "Logan, I fully and blindingly trusted you. I was wrong. I don't want to speak to you and as a matter of fact I don't ever want to see you again."

    "Alice please, I feel so terrible." Now he was really begging. "Goodbye, Logan." I hung up and threw my phone. I heard it crack on the wall. So far for calling the cops. The cops! I shot back up, I looked down at myself. I was covered in mud. I walked to the mirror and gasped as I assessed my situation. My reflection was horrifying. I was wet, and my face and hair were a mixture of mud and blood.

    There was blood caked on my hair from where Amus had hit me with the club. I touched my head and I could feel more blood, I felt bumps as well. My face didn't look good either, my lip was busted and I had a few bruises along with the swelling. I grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. I just wanted to wash all of this off of me, I wanted to wash this night away.

    Blood and mud colored the tile floor with red and brown water, it was a while before the water was clear. I scrubbed extra hard to make sure I had every trace of the night washed off. It hurt to dry my self with the towel, I gave myself another look at the mirror. I didn't look any better, I had bruises everywhere, rope burns, busted lip, and my head was killing me.

I looked over to see my phone on the floor, at least Logan wouldn't call anymore. Suddenly I felt another wave of electricity emanate through my body. It took my breath away and I began to stumble. What was happening? My whole body was vibrating.

    As I walked towards my bed I started to feel dizzy, the wounds on my head must have been worse than I thought. I felt myself passing out. Then it all went black again for the second time that night.