determined to screw you.” I couldn’t tell her that the sicko psycho actually wanted to drain her of all her blood while he was at it, but I thought she should at least know that she’d been in danger.
“He wanted to have sex with me while I was unconscious?” She gulped. “You don’t think he’d do that, do you?”
“Blossom,” I practically shouted. “He’s the one that drugged you. Of course, I think he’d do that.”
We drove along in silence for a few minutes as Blossom absorbed what I had just said. “Thanks for taking care of me,” she whispered.
I glanced in her direction and saw that a few tears were sliding down her cheeks. “Of course.” I reached over to squeeze her hand. “Just don’t be such a ding dong next time. You’ve got to think about motives.”
She sniffed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve got to think about a guy’s motives. Some guy in his thirties encouraging teenage girls to get trashed probably isn’t up to any good.”
Blossom looked over at me, her eyes still a little runny. “I know this isn’t going to sound like a compliment, but I totally mean it like one...”
“What?”
“You seem so much older than me sometimes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”
Chapter 8
I was all worried about Blossom’s mom freaking out, but she wasn’t even home. There was just a note on the counter saying she’d be out for the day and she was sorry she’d missed Blossom the night before.
Blossom looked at the note, made a face, and said, “Translation? She’s sneaking around with her boyfriend so much she doesn’t even realize I never came home.” I couldn’t tell if Blossom was relieved or annoyed. Probably both, but I wasn’t going to ask because I needed to get my clothes and get the heck home before my mom went nuclear.
As we were getting changed in Blossom’s room, she began taking note of her bedraggled appearance. Her hair was tangled; her dress was a mass of wrinkles and covered in dirt; her sandals were scuffed to the point of no return. “What the hell.” She examined a tear in her mother’s gown. “I thought you said the perv took me to a bedroom. Why do I look like a homeless person going to prom?”
“Well...” I stalled, my brain scrambling for a good excuse.
“And why are you wearing a tuxedo jacket?” she asked, looking me over. I guess she’d been too out of it to focus on me when we were in the car.
“I borrowed the jacket because I was cold. And we were asked to leave the party, but you were still passed out, so I kind of had to drag you out of there. And we fell down a couple of times. And then I let you sleep it off under the pier for a couple of hours,” I said lamely.
“Oh.” Blossom frowned. “Why were we asked to leave the party? I thought that Jessie guy said we could stay.”
“Listen, can I just tell you about it later? I need to get home before my mom calls the police. Let’s just say it was a really rough night.” I pulled on my clothes quickly before she could come up with more questions. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” I said, grabbing Jessie’s jacket and heading for the door.
Blossom was too engrossed in examining a large snag in the gown I had been wearing. “I’m going to have to burn this stuff,” she said, mostly to herself. “If Mom finds it, she’s going to kill me.”
When I got home, I immediately bolted upstairs and hopped in the shower. I didn’t want my mom to catch me covered in dirt with twigs in my hair. I left Jessie’s jacket in the trunk of my car to be smuggled in later. Looking a mess was one thing, but a tuxedo jacket would lead to a lot more questions than I had answers.
I turned the water to as hot as I could stand and then eased myself under the downpour. Aches and pains that I didn’t even know I had made themselves known. I closed my eyes and just let the water massage the top of my head. My world had changed, and I wondered if it was for the better.
I
“He wanted to have sex with me while I was unconscious?” She gulped. “You don’t think he’d do that, do you?”
“Blossom,” I practically shouted. “He’s the one that drugged you. Of course, I think he’d do that.”
We drove along in silence for a few minutes as Blossom absorbed what I had just said. “Thanks for taking care of me,” she whispered.
I glanced in her direction and saw that a few tears were sliding down her cheeks. “Of course.” I reached over to squeeze her hand. “Just don’t be such a ding dong next time. You’ve got to think about motives.”
She sniffed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve got to think about a guy’s motives. Some guy in his thirties encouraging teenage girls to get trashed probably isn’t up to any good.”
Blossom looked over at me, her eyes still a little runny. “I know this isn’t going to sound like a compliment, but I totally mean it like one...”
“What?”
“You seem so much older than me sometimes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”
Chapter 8
I was all worried about Blossom’s mom freaking out, but she wasn’t even home. There was just a note on the counter saying she’d be out for the day and she was sorry she’d missed Blossom the night before.
Blossom looked at the note, made a face, and said, “Translation? She’s sneaking around with her boyfriend so much she doesn’t even realize I never came home.” I couldn’t tell if Blossom was relieved or annoyed. Probably both, but I wasn’t going to ask because I needed to get my clothes and get the heck home before my mom went nuclear.
As we were getting changed in Blossom’s room, she began taking note of her bedraggled appearance. Her hair was tangled; her dress was a mass of wrinkles and covered in dirt; her sandals were scuffed to the point of no return. “What the hell.” She examined a tear in her mother’s gown. “I thought you said the perv took me to a bedroom. Why do I look like a homeless person going to prom?”
“Well...” I stalled, my brain scrambling for a good excuse.
“And why are you wearing a tuxedo jacket?” she asked, looking me over. I guess she’d been too out of it to focus on me when we were in the car.
“I borrowed the jacket because I was cold. And we were asked to leave the party, but you were still passed out, so I kind of had to drag you out of there. And we fell down a couple of times. And then I let you sleep it off under the pier for a couple of hours,” I said lamely.
“Oh.” Blossom frowned. “Why were we asked to leave the party? I thought that Jessie guy said we could stay.”
“Listen, can I just tell you about it later? I need to get home before my mom calls the police. Let’s just say it was a really rough night.” I pulled on my clothes quickly before she could come up with more questions. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” I said, grabbing Jessie’s jacket and heading for the door.
Blossom was too engrossed in examining a large snag in the gown I had been wearing. “I’m going to have to burn this stuff,” she said, mostly to herself. “If Mom finds it, she’s going to kill me.”
When I got home, I immediately bolted upstairs and hopped in the shower. I didn’t want my mom to catch me covered in dirt with twigs in my hair. I left Jessie’s jacket in the trunk of my car to be smuggled in later. Looking a mess was one thing, but a tuxedo jacket would lead to a lot more questions than I had answers.
I turned the water to as hot as I could stand and then eased myself under the downpour. Aches and pains that I didn’t even know I had made themselves known. I closed my eyes and just let the water massage the top of my head. My world had changed, and I wondered if it was for the better.
I
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