My Wish for You by Destiny Webb Page B

different than any kiss he and Tasha had ever had.” Then he quickly
added, “In a good way.”
    “Anything else?”
I asked, knowing that he was hiding something.
    “He also said
that you were a good kisser,” he reluctantly added. I didn’t say anything. My
stomach soared and warmth spread through me. I was about to continue with my
explanation of the events when Sean walked through the door, lip bleeding. He
walked slowly, like he was tender.
    “Sam, please
tell me you’re not hurt,” he pleaded, eyes closed.
    “No, I’m
alright,” I lied. My wrists hurt where Blake had pinned them together and I was
rather shaken up, but I wasn’t going to worry Sean with that.
    “Can you explain
to me what happened tonight?”
    “Actually, she
was about to tell me all about it when you walked in.”
    “Okay.” He
opened a drawer and pulled out a clean t-shirt. I gasped softly when he took
off the dirty one. It looked like there were bruises starting to form on his
ribs, and I felt a pang of guilt. He replaced the t-shirt with the clean one
and sat on the bed, waiting for me to speak.
    I decided that I
would skip the part where Cara and I made plans to make him jealous, and
started with Blake and me talking. I explained everything besides my
conversation with Cara in the closet and my real reason for leaving the dance
floor. When I stopped talking, they both looked at me anxiously.
    “What happened
when she left the room?” Brian asked Sean cautiously.
    “He said
something to his idiots and followed Sam,” Sean growled through gritted teeth.
    It was getting
harder to talk about it. My throat was closing up. I brought my knees up to my
chest and wrapped my arms around them, then took in a deep breath and continued.
    “I found a room
that had no one in it. When I went to shut the door, he pushed me into the room
and bent to kiss me.”
    I stopped
talking. I was tired and this was the last thing I wanted to do.
    “What did you
do?” Brian whispered.
    “Well, I told
him he had the wrong idea. When he tried to kiss me again, I spit in his face,”
I chuckled humorlessly.
    “I bet he didn’t
like that,” Brian laughed.
    “Oh, he loved it,” I said sarcastically.
    I went on to
explain how he threw me on the bed and took off my jeans. Now and again I’d
hear grunts of anger or the tightening of fists or jaws.
    “He undid his
pants and—”
    “I walked in,”
Sean finished for me, his eyes on the floor.
    “Wow. So why was
everyone at the dock?”
    “I took his bike
down there,” I told him at the same time Sean said, “He came to me looking for
a fight.”
    “What?!” the
three of us said in unison. Sean and Brian were looking at me. So, I sighed and
explained myself.
    “Well, after I
left the room, I went to find Cara and told her I was leaving. She kindly
reminded me that I had no way home because Brian here couldn’t keep his pants
on for one night.”
    “Hey!” Brian
began to protest, but I ignored him.
    “So, then I went
to look for Blake; I had noticed that his keys were dangling from his back
pocket. Once I had his keys, I drove his bike down to the dock to leave it
there for him to find. When I saw them come up, I figured that they must’ve
found out and Sean heard them talking. I assumed that was what the fight was
about.”
    “Well, that’s
kind of what happened,” Sean explained. “I came out of the room to get a beer.
Blake and his friends came up to me. He shoved me and said I ruined his night,
you were his, and that you were enjoying everything. When I told him that you
weren’t his and rape wasn’t something enjoyable, he tried to hit me. I grabbed
his wrist and twisted it. Cara came running up, saying if we were going to
fight, we were going to have to find somewhere else to do it. So, we did. And
you happened to be there, shoving him again.” Sean laughed.
    “I hope you beat
the shit out of that bastard,” Brian growled.
    “Believe me, I
did.” Sean reassured him.
    Everyone