Rabecca Karma: Chapter 3

Chapter 3
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“Your mom abused all four of you?”
“Yes,” I frowned, still thinking of Karmen. She was only 5 when my mom had beaten her to death. “She was only five.”
“What!? Only five!?” We were close to his house now. I could see his street.
“Derek wanted to come get me then. That was 3 years ago. After I’d called the police for the abuse on me and Karmen, she’d talked to the police and then killed Karmen because she was so mad. She said that Karmen had been out walking and we found her on the side of the road, dead.”
I thought for a second. “Derek was nineteen, Karmen was five, I was ten, and Gabriella, gone, was sixteen. When Gabriella left, she was fourteen, Derek was seventeen, Karmen was three, and I was eight.”
We walked inside his house and he asked me if I wanted to take a shower.
“I’d love to. But only if you come too.”
He laughed, “Okay.” he walked into his room and took his shirt off on the way. Jamie with no shirt on was…beautiful
After the shower, I called Derek and told him that I was spending the night at Jamie’s house. He told me to be careful and we said goodnight.
I walked over to Jamie and kissed him.
“I really do love you, Rabecca.”
“And I love you too.”
I sat on his lap. He leaned back, and looked into my eyes. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world staring into his eyes. I was comfortable. I fell asleep there, in his arms, but I woke up when he set me on his bed.
“Jamie…” I moaned, tired.
“No sweetie. I love you, but…we have school tomorrow.”
“It’s Friday…” I mumbled.
“You have a soccer game tomorrow.” Of course, he was always looking for an excuse.
“So? It’s at two.”
“Rabecca, No.”
“Why not,” I complained. I hated it when he said no like that. It sounded so harsh.
He moaned and scooted his body closer to mine. He moved down a little to kiss me and I was grateful that he didn’t just say no and that the conversation was over.
I let myself curl up against him. This was great, but he didn’t want us to go too far too fast. We were both still virgins, but we could change that.
“Please,” I said, sighing. He groaned but, somehow, ended up on top of me. He pulled me up on him and I pulled his shirt off. He copied, but I think he ripped it in the process. My hair was still wet from the shower, but, oh well. He tried to pull my pants down, but only got them half way. I kicked them off; stupid skinny jeans, and mumbled, “I love you.”
“Rabecca, no…”
I gave up. “Whatever,” and tossed him off of me.
* * *
I awoke under the blanket with his arm around me. I snuggled closer to him, but then I sat up, uncomfortable.
“Becca?” Jamie said, sounding drowsy.
I looked down at him, half smiling. I got up and found all my clothes. My shirt was torn, so I got one of his. I got dressed and he sat up as I was putting my shoes on.
“Going somewhere?”
I looked up. “I was going to go to my house and get my soccer stuff.”
“We have court today, I forgot about it.”
“Oh crap. I have to see her.” The thought of seeing my mom was completely horrifying.
“Dang it, where’s my phone? Have you seen it?” I shook my head and we both looked around, but we couldn’t find it. I called it, and he found it, but it was dead, and his charger was broken.
“Oh no, the recording,” I panicked. Without that, all there was left was my scars. And that could be anything.