are!” I looked up in time
to see Trent stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind him.
“When you didn’t come to your car I wondered if you had gotten held up in your
last class. And I was right. What are you doing in here?”
I tapped my pencil nervously. My
senses told me this wasn’t good. “Oh, well, I needed to do some studying, and
it’s quiet in here.”
“Well, you should’ve let me know. I
spotted that Reed looking for you. Lucky for him he left. I’m getting really
sick of him watching every move I make.”
He was getting agitated as he talked
about Reed, and I was becoming more nervous by the second. “You know, since
we’re in here alone.” He smirked as he came up beside me, taking my hand and
ushering me to my feet.
“Um, Trent, I don’t—” His lips
silenced mine as they pressed in hard and eager. I tried to push him off, but
the harder I resisted the more forceful he became. He pulled me to the floor, covering
my body with the full weight of his. “Trent, stop!”
“Shh, it’s okay. No one will know.”
“Trent, stop! I don’t want this! Stop!”
When he didn’t I began fighting him with all my strength realizing it was too
late for words. “Get off me!” I yelled, struggling and pushing.
I heard the door swing open. “Get
off of her!!” Reed tackled him and they both went flying into the nearby desks,
sending them scattering. Reed was on his feet and swung—first left then right.
Trent fell backwards but regained his footing. “Get out of here!” Reed yelled
down to me. Trent took advantage of his distraction, punching him in the face.
He went flying back on a desk and flipped over it, landing hard on the floor
below.
“Reed!”
Trent was moving toward me, but Reed
was up so fast, tackling him again. They flew into a desk, knocking it over and
struggled, both throwing punches. Reed hovered over him and punched him hard
one last time. Trent stopped struggling and went still, all but a slight
moaning.
Reed ran to me, helping me up and
taking me in his arms, wrapping me tightly. “Are you okay, Kitty?” He pulled
back to study me.
I was shaking but I wasn’t crying.
“Yes, I think I’m okay. Help me straighten this mess so no one knows what
happened here.”
“Kitty, we need to call the police.
He attacked you.”
“It’s okay, Reed. He just got
carried away. I don’t want anyone to know. Please Reed. No one can know. I’ve
been through so much. Please.”
His expression softened as he
stroked my cheek. “Okay, calm down. If you’re sure that’s what you want, but if
he comes near you again we’re calling the police, got it?”
“Okay, I promise.”
Together we straightened the desks, grabbed
my things, and scurried from the room, leaving Trent where he lay, still groggy
and weak.
When I got home I went straight to
my room, fell across the bed, and cried. I’d been holding it in until I could
get home to let it out in the safety of my room. I didn’t want Reed to know how
upset I was. He already wanted to call the police. I just couldn’t put my
parents through that. I didn’t want to go through that. So I held it in. But
now all I could do was remember Trent’s hands all over me and his mouth on
mine. It wasn’t just that though, it was all the drama of my life. It was all
too much. Maybe I should’ve let Reed call the police after all. At least one
threat would be gone. One thing was for sure, Reed would never let him near me
again. That thought alone brought a small smile.
I sent a reassuring text to Reed
and went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept like a baby.
Chapter Seventeen
Reed
She was downplaying her emotions for
my benefit, but I knew she was upset about the attack. Every time I thought
about it I got so mad I wanted to find that Trent and kill him. The memory of
his hands on her had me biting my lip so hard it bled. I was just glad I got
there in time. I couldn’t think about what might’ve happened
to see Trent stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind him.
“When you didn’t come to your car I wondered if you had gotten held up in your
last class. And I was right. What are you doing in here?”
I tapped my pencil nervously. My
senses told me this wasn’t good. “Oh, well, I needed to do some studying, and
it’s quiet in here.”
“Well, you should’ve let me know. I
spotted that Reed looking for you. Lucky for him he left. I’m getting really
sick of him watching every move I make.”
He was getting agitated as he talked
about Reed, and I was becoming more nervous by the second. “You know, since
we’re in here alone.” He smirked as he came up beside me, taking my hand and
ushering me to my feet.
“Um, Trent, I don’t—” His lips
silenced mine as they pressed in hard and eager. I tried to push him off, but
the harder I resisted the more forceful he became. He pulled me to the floor, covering
my body with the full weight of his. “Trent, stop!”
“Shh, it’s okay. No one will know.”
“Trent, stop! I don’t want this! Stop!”
When he didn’t I began fighting him with all my strength realizing it was too
late for words. “Get off me!” I yelled, struggling and pushing.
I heard the door swing open. “Get
off of her!!” Reed tackled him and they both went flying into the nearby desks,
sending them scattering. Reed was on his feet and swung—first left then right.
Trent fell backwards but regained his footing. “Get out of here!” Reed yelled
down to me. Trent took advantage of his distraction, punching him in the face.
He went flying back on a desk and flipped over it, landing hard on the floor
below.
“Reed!”
Trent was moving toward me, but Reed
was up so fast, tackling him again. They flew into a desk, knocking it over and
struggled, both throwing punches. Reed hovered over him and punched him hard
one last time. Trent stopped struggling and went still, all but a slight
moaning.
Reed ran to me, helping me up and
taking me in his arms, wrapping me tightly. “Are you okay, Kitty?” He pulled
back to study me.
I was shaking but I wasn’t crying.
“Yes, I think I’m okay. Help me straighten this mess so no one knows what
happened here.”
“Kitty, we need to call the police.
He attacked you.”
“It’s okay, Reed. He just got
carried away. I don’t want anyone to know. Please Reed. No one can know. I’ve
been through so much. Please.”
His expression softened as he
stroked my cheek. “Okay, calm down. If you’re sure that’s what you want, but if
he comes near you again we’re calling the police, got it?”
“Okay, I promise.”
Together we straightened the desks, grabbed
my things, and scurried from the room, leaving Trent where he lay, still groggy
and weak.
When I got home I went straight to
my room, fell across the bed, and cried. I’d been holding it in until I could
get home to let it out in the safety of my room. I didn’t want Reed to know how
upset I was. He already wanted to call the police. I just couldn’t put my
parents through that. I didn’t want to go through that. So I held it in. But
now all I could do was remember Trent’s hands all over me and his mouth on
mine. It wasn’t just that though, it was all the drama of my life. It was all
too much. Maybe I should’ve let Reed call the police after all. At least one
threat would be gone. One thing was for sure, Reed would never let him near me
again. That thought alone brought a small smile.
I sent a reassuring text to Reed
and went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept like a baby.
Chapter Seventeen
Reed
She was downplaying her emotions for
my benefit, but I knew she was upset about the attack. Every time I thought
about it I got so mad I wanted to find that Trent and kill him. The memory of
his hands on her had me biting my lip so hard it bled. I was just glad I got
there in time. I couldn’t think about what might’ve happened
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