She Will Be Loved - Chapter 11

Joy- Yes, the teddy bear is very important. =)

Diana- Valerie is more of a shy girl and play toy for Tim. She believes in going along for the ride and not getting serious. She is nothing like Brenda. He will soon. The bad guy in my stories always gets what he/she deserves.

Ayla- the ending almost here. I am so happy you caught that! You're so good at this.

Orange- That happens to me too. I always do for my fans. =)

Zy- I like all the comments I get but whenever I get a comment from you I get all excited. You are so funny and I know your comment is going to make my day. It also helps me write the next chapter. You're right. When you say no, it means no. Yes, let's fight depressive thoughts! The teddy bear's name is really important. That's what Ayla means by a lot of foreshadowing.My girlfriend isn't the jealous or angry type. If she were, then I wouldn't get dinner every night! Yikes! Just the thought makes me cringe! lol! You're too funny! She's an Aries (my girlfriend) and Leslie can be Cancer if you want her to be. That's cool with me. Ah, my girlfriend loves all the comments I get. She even comments on my stories too. Ima let you try to figure who she is. lol good luck!

Bailey- Let's start a "I Hate Ricky" support group! Even though he is a fictional character.

Imene- There are four parts to this story! This is only part one! Are you ready to take a adventure with me?

Michi- They kind of just happen to me. (the ending being a life lesson). I am good at it, aren't I? I was writing my story while staring at the moon with the window open and the idea came to mind. Pretty good, though?

Lupe- I would never let her die! Yes, I do like getting comments like that. Thanks for that one!
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-Chapter 11- Daddy's Love

How would I ever explain to my new found friends in college how I spent my summer? That instead of going to water parks and getting tans on the beach while I get wickedly drunk, I was spending my days and nights following my boyfriend around. It was as if I had no life. Graham didn't mind my company but his friends did. I began to notice their sighs and boredom. When Graham came to pick me up as usual, I declined.

"Why not?" He had asked looking baffled.

"I am not in the mood. I do have to find a graduation dress and a prom dress. Maybe I should hang out with Valerie or something today."

"But I want you to hang out with-"

"It's okay. Go hang out with your friends and have fun." I smiled and kissed him reassuringly. I closed the door before he could make me leap into his arms as always.

I was not going to buy a graduation dress or a prom dress anytime soon. June was moving too slow and then too fast. Prom shifts into graduation which shfits into college and goodbyes. I rather just live my year out before I go on to shifting. Brett ran out to hang out with Graham replacing me. My mother had work today. And there was no way I was going over to my dad's house. Besides, he was too busy trying to make sure we were having shrimp cocktails instead of mini crab legs dipped in a creamy sauce at his wedding. I could read a book or do homework but I am not in the mood to solve polynomials today. Is this what college going to be like?

After eating a sandwich for lunch, I laid across my bed and did some homework. After that, I changed my bed sheets and put away some of the dirty clothes off my floor. I cleaned my entire white room and hanged up some rock band posters. It was about two in the afternoon when Brett and Graham bolted upstairs to see me. I was putting on my shoes to go take Trey for a walk when they saw me.

"Thank god she isn't dead or something!" Brett and Graham sighed and I shook my head in laughter.

"What did you guys do today?" I asked, standing up fixing my shirt.

"Walked around, skateboarded but it was boring since everyone had their girlfriends with them and we were alone." Brett sighed, walking out of my room. "Got to get me a girlfriend."

But that is whole different story. Graham scooped me up and kissed me. Oh, that's another thing I did all summer. Sleep with Graham every night. It became a hobby now and I like it.

My dad wanted to speak with me one afternoon at his house. We sat across from each other in the kitchen. The small table made our knees touch. His old sturdy knees rubbed against my mine like it was normal. He cleared his throat and I noted that my dad had at least twenty gray hair. He folded his hands and placed them on the table. My hands were buried under my thighs.

"Ricky got a scholarship into one the most expensive but great colleges in the state." My father smiled as if it was his son he was talking about here. "I mean if you two could put this little...incident...behind you, I would-"

"Incident?" I looked into those eyes of his. Splitting-image much?

"If anything gets in the way, he could lose his scholarship and-"

"Blaire's rich. You're rich. He's smart and rich. How am I part of this?" I was just about ready to leave.

"You might feel that getting him in trouble is good enough revenge and-"

"I am your only daughter and you want that from me?" I was angry. "He is not your son. Brett is. What happened to Brett?"

"Brett isn't normal!" My father bolted up. "Ricky is!"

"He raped me! He raped me for four hours then tortured me for two more hours! Your soon-to-be wife watched it all! He left me depressed and unhappy for a long time!" I stood up as well. "He raped me! He raped me! You can't stand it! You can't stand that you weren't there to protect! He raped me!"

My father violently slapped my face. "He didn't do anything! Why do you lie?!"

"I throw up whenever someone mentions one thing that makes me think about my rape! I still wet my bed with nightmares of him!"

"Stop it! Shut up!"

"You need to listen to me!"

"I never met for him to hurt you. I don't know why I am marrying her." My father sat down and sighed. "Maybe it is best you went home."

I never did tell anyone what was bothering me that day. I couldn't face my father if he married Blaire. Brett walked into my room silently.

"I heard all the screaming before. I told dad that he was a jerk for not taking care of you better. I threw all of Blaire's precious plates on the floor then ran home."

"You don't always have to protect me." I tell him plainly.

"Right, I know that. Oh, Graham is here to see you." He left my room letting Graham in.

"I don't know about you but I had a tiring day." Graham sighed and crawled into bed with me. "But lucky me, I have a girlfriend like you to make me feel special at the end of the day."

"If only I wasn't so fragile," I lifted up my broken arm barely for him to see and then I showed him my bruised up arm that Ricky did.

"I can't believe your father told that stuff..." He wouldn't look at my arms. I already knew it had caused him trouble.

"One of these days, I won't have to worry about him." I met Ricky, not my father. I think Graham knew that too.

My father held me up before I could go into the school building the next morning. He looked upset but happy to see me. I wasn't sure if I were ready for this.

"I am so sorry. About hitting you, about not believing you, about not being there when you needed me the most and about not listening. I decided not to give in for the scholarship. I told them it was pointless. He didn't get it. He will have to pay his own way into college. Maybe he can learn a thing or two. But Brenda's father..."

"I have to go, dad." I walked off to my class.

Brenda's dad is this big business man. He is nice at first when he moves into you neighborhood. He knows all the fathers and mothers. All the fathers want to be him, all the mothers want him in their beds. Your little kids get invited to all his birthday parties, house parties, pool parties or just about any kind of party at his massive house. His kids are well-dressed and well-mannered. His son is gay, his daughter is a sex-addict, his other daughter is getting married by force and his wife is cheating on him with the garderner and the mailman. His life is so fake that he pulls them in. All those fathers. He tells them:

"You need to put your wife and kids in check." Then he takes a big gulp of his beer.

Or sometimes he says, "You are the one making the money and she is the only making and bearing the sons. My son was raised to be a sissy. Not gonna happen to you!" Then he takes two gulps of his beer.

I don't know who invited that man into my house. But he came in. He poisoned my father because our family was perfect. Son who played baseball and a daughter who dress so pretty. He had won. He infected all of our heads with his works. That's what happened to my perfect family. And as I walk over to Brenda and her little groups, I smile at her.

"Brenda, tell your father I said thanks," I smile and tuck strand of stray hair behind her ear. "And thanks for making me feel special when I needed to feel special. You were such a great friend. Have a nice day and life. I hope we do meet again. In good terms, I mean."

As I walked to class, I felt her eyes bore through my back. She wanted me back but she knew she lost me. She lost me after believing that Ricky loved me and I cheated on him.

I slip into my seat next to Graham and Mr. Priner handed me a detention slip. Graham tried to hold his laugh as best as he could.

"What took you so long?" He kissed my ear without anyone seeing.

"I had to talk to someone." I kissed him back, only on his lips. It was really quick. I felt like the old me again.

"I'll see you tonight, right?" Graham asked closing his locker looking at me.

"Right," I leaned up and kissed him like I always did.

"Enjoy detention. I remember those days." He pretended to shiver and walked out of the double doors.

"Right," I said to myself and laughed.

After four hours sitting in on position and doodling on the desk, detention was over. I was surprised at how many kids got detention. Ones, I barely knew the names of. I grab my bag and head towards the double doors. His arm blocked my path. I wasn't scared anymore. I looked up at him.

"What do you want, Ricky?" I stared into his pale green eyes. I never really did like them. I thought they were too faint.

"You can't even keep your mouth shut," He whispered harshly. "Your father is no better!"

"I am not in the mood for your garbage." I tried to move away but he slammed me against the lockers.

"You made me lose it!" He hit my body against the lockers harder this time. My already broken arm burned. "Why couldn't you just enjoy it? Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?"

I kicked him escaping his grasp. I tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair.

"You can't win this time!" He punched me, I don't know where, but it hurt. The punches kept coming.

"Get off her!" I heard someone scream. I thought it was Graham but it was Brenda.

"What are you going to do, addict?" He got off me and faced Brenda.

"I am tell everyone what you did to me!" She kicked him. "That you hurt me and lied. That you lured my only good friend into your sinful deeds!"

She smashed her foot into his face and helped me up. She wiped my tears and walked me out.

"Out of all those times those boys touched me and made me wanted and special," She kissed my cheek and hugged me close, "You were the only one that eased the pain at nights."

I sighed and hugged her back.