Teach Me (Love Me) - By Alla Kar Page 0,39
don’t get them. You see, if you’re not with anyone and I’m not with anyone, then I don’t see why we can’t work it out.”
“Because I don’t like you!” I screamed, my hands shaking beside me.
Matt yelled and stormed toward me, taking my shoulders in his grip. He pressed his mouth to mine. I tried to scream but he stuck his tongue in my mouth. No, no, no.
“Please,” I said, muffled by his mouth. He pressed harder, sliding his hand up my shirt, and pulling down my bra. Biting his lip, he pushed harder. I could taste the blood in my mouth. Without warning, he slammed me to the kitchen floor. My head began to spin, there were stars, and I could feel blood coming from my head. He held me down with his body, ripped my clothes off and held my mouth.
Tears streamed down my eyes, mixing into my mouth. Matt pushed my jeans off and slid his finger between my panties and sex. “No,” I screamed out, but he pressed his hand down harder on my mouth. Oh, God. Please, no.
I screwed my eyes shut and then his weight was lifted off of me. I felt a rush of wind, and then my body being picked up. Nothing made sense, I tried to force my mouth opened to speak, but someone hushed me. I feel back into the darkness.
When I woke up everything felt wrong. There was something poking my arm and my bed felt hard as hell. “Ouch,” I said, prying my eyes opened. There was a blinding light. Oh, no. I’m dying.
“She’s awake, doc.”
Doc? Did Jesus prefer to be called doc?
“Ah there is those pretty green eyes,” someone said. Then the light was gone. “Was that bothering you?”
I nodded. “Where in the hell am I?”
“Language, Sarah Jean.”
“Mom?” I yelled, blinking back the stars. She was in my face, freckles, blonde hair and a smile. “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetie. Thank, Jesus.”
I nodded. “What…where is he?”
“He is in jail.” Oh, Matt. I had been talking about my hero.
“No, who saved me?”
“Oh,” Mom said, smiling. That was a he’s cute smile. “Right outside. I’ll go get him. He’s name is Liam, sweetie.”
Liam. My heart whelmed up with joy, and in the same instant broke. I had left him standing in the paring lot. He was willing to give us a chance. But, I knew it was for the worse. He didn’t need me in his life. He needed a job to support himself. And with me, that couldn’t happen.
Liam walked into the hospital room, giving the nurses and doctors a few smiles. “Hi, Liam,” the doctor said. “We’ll be out of your way in two seconds. I know you’ve been waiting for this.”
Been waiting? How long had he been waiting? How long had I been out? What had happened? “Ms. Thomas. You suffered a concussion, and some minor wounds to the head. You’ll be up and going in no time. You can actually go home tomorrow.” The doctor said, his voice soft and gentle. He had a kind smile and a head full of gray hair. It was so dark, it reminded me of Liam’s eyes.
I nodded. “Okay,” the nurse said, adjusting with the IV. “We’re done for right now. Feel free to talk.”
After they left there was an unusual silence in the room. Liam’s eyes never left me. He had a dark blue beanie on and he looked hot as hell in it too. His white shirt fit tight to his chest, and his jeans low on his hips. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, like Matt had that night. I winced thinking about it. Why had he snapped? He had been fine before.
“He’s bipolar,” Liam broke the silence. “They diagnosed him yesterday.”
I swallowed. “How long have I been in here?”
“Four days.”
Four days. Damn. I shook my head. “I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me. I know we’re not supposed to be around--,”
“Fuck not being around each other, Sarah,” he snapped. “Fuck it. I’m not concerned about it. I’m only worried about you. I want you to be safe. I don’t give a damn about the chancellor or my job.” He knelt beside my bed. “Just get better, okay?” I nodded. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. A dull ache shattered in my heart. He’d risked his job and saved me.
The next day the doctor released me. Cody was waiting in the living room with a bunch of flowers, candy and