"Long Awaited" Chapter 21: "Rude Boy"

Virginia's POV:

I miss Utah. I miss James, Jessica, Cody, Veronica, Kevin, and Casey. But I especially miss David. But I at least heard from the other six, David hasn't spoken a word to me in two years. That was the frustrating thing. I thought he really liked me, but avoiding my calls and text messages doesn't seem like it. Maybe he didn't like me at all and he was just a really good actor. I loved him, but now I have someone else...William! He was a bad boy, usually not my type, but he had a soft side and I like that about him. Most of the friends didn't like him though, my dad HATED him and wanted me to break up with him, but I didn't want to. I remembered one day when my friend, Luke, said "Virginia, the only reason you like William is because things with David didn't work out! Anyone can tell the only thing he wants from you is to get in your pants! He's so not your type!" I just said he was jealous I didn't like him like that...but I knew that wasn't true...and what he spoke was. I knew William was just using me, but I wasn't going to let him touch me there. "He isn't getting this until he puts a ring on it," I always say. William was very persuasive.

September 14th, 8 o' clock pm:

William arrived to pick me up from my house for our date tonight. I got really excited and made sure I looked just fine for him. I knew how he loved me in make-up, so I put on some extra, although I hate make-up with a passion. He's changing me, I knew it. I said goodbye to my father and he said "Please tell me you're breaking up with him tonight?" and I just laughed and said "No." That laugh gave my father a sign that the real Virginia was down inside deep inside. I heard him honk the car horn and I skipped outside. I could hear my dad let out a sigh of anguish. I felt terrible to make him feel like that.

I hopped into the car and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. William said "So movies, what do you want to see?"

Me: "Umm...you know that new horror movie?"

William: "Yeah. Want to see that?"

Me: "Yeah, but I don't think that's appropriate for a date." I nervously smile a little.

William: "Nah, if you want to see it, we can." He looked at my chest.

Me: "Okay, thanks." I sit back and think to myself, "He isn't even going to talk me out of it, whatever then." I was getting a little frustrated with him by now. Could it be that my friends were right? He only wanted me for was sex? Ugh, I get really angry, so much to the point I turn toward the window wondering why I ever dated him in the first place. I always knew the answer subconsciously, but I never wanted to admit it. He didn't care.

In the movie theater:

It was just getting to the climax of the story and he has made several attempts at me. I just moved away and smiled so as to say "No way, boy." But even as each time I did it more forceful by pushing him away, he never seemed to get the picture. The ax-wielding murder was just going after his 5th victim when he looked over at me, staring at the screen, engulfed in the movie. He picked up his hand ever so slightly, and then threw his arm over to cup my left breast. Instinctively, my right hand flew over to his hand and immediately removed his hand from there.

Standing up, I called him out during the movie: "WILLIAM! HOW DARE YOU! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT! YOU DON'T TOUCH ME LIKE THAT! IT'S OVER!" I grab my purse and my coat and run out of the movie theater, crying. I felt so violated. We were close to my house so I decided to walk back, by myself. Crying the whole way there, I flung the door open and entered the house in tears. My dad was sitting right on the couch as I entered.

Dad: "GIN! WHAT'S THE MATTER?!" He gets up and runs over to me to comfort me.

Me: "Dad! It was horrible! William touched me!"

Dad: "Where?"

Me: "Where do you think? Here!" I motion toward my chest.

Dad: "Where is this little bastard?!"

Me: "At the movies, he's probably there still, he doesn't care anyway."

Dad: "We are going to call the police."

Me: "Dad, now don't be so hasty. I can probably handle it...don't be so drastic."

Dad: "Drastic? He's lucky I'm just doing that!!"

Me: "Dad, if he tries anything else, call the police. Not right now."

Dad: "Fine, but it's only because you asked me to. If it was up to me, I would be on the phone already. Did you break up with him?"

Me: "Yes, and you can be assured one thing, I won't date for a while."

I was wrong.

* To Be Continued *