Chapter 4: I finally awake from the misery I was facing. My body is ached with pain. I wonder what just happened to me and was it just a dream. This is real. This did just happen to me. I feel just so dirty and used. My body is throbbing now, and I wonder how I could ever face people again. How can I ever face Matt? I hope I never see him again, I hate him! I then look around to see if there are any traces of him around. I see nothing but skid marks where he was parked. I didn't have time to think. Tears started rolling down my face like rocks off a cliff. My body still ached with pain and my head pounding. I need to get home. I start walking back to the trailer park. It's not that long of a walk. As I walk I try and get him off my mind. There is just so much to think about. I can't believe what he did to me! "Hey Laura, what your doing out this time of night?" I hear someone yelling out at me. I've seen him before at school, but I never talked to him. He's only a year older than me, and a football player at my high school. Definitely not someone I talk to. I think his name is Kyle, and I didn't even know he knew I existed. "Hey. Kyle.. Right?" I say trying to hold back my tears. "Yeah. So what are you doing here at this time of night? I can give you a ride back home if you would like." I stay silent for a few seconds still trying to fight back my tears. I can see him looking at me very carefully like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. Does he see that I've been hurt? I finally feel a little tug on my shirt and I look up. He's smiling at me, and it's almost like he cares. He barely knows me so that's impossible. "I'm going to just walk home. I barely know you. Thanks anyway." I say trying to walk past without being rude. He runs up to catch me and pushes out his arm to shake my hand. "Hi, I'm Kyle. What's your name?" He says making himself sound so charming. I can't fall for this. I did once and look where it got me. "I'm Laura and I'm not in the mood to talk. Please, can I go home?" I say trying not to cry, but I can't help it. I fall to my knees brushing the ground with all my force. My head is buried in my arms to and I try to hide my tears. My body has been invaded, and I don't want anything to do with guys right now. I need to leave from here. I can't trust anyone. I make my way up to my feet trying to keep my balance. I walk away as fast as I could, so I can get away from him. I don't want to be mean, but I don't want to look at another guy. I have to get out of here. I'm running home. I started to run as fast as I could. I didn't even look back to see if Kyle was still there. I honestly forgot about him for the longest time. I'm to busy re-living the unspeakable moments that seemed like forever. The same pains stay with me. Each one of the scars becoming new again each time I think about it. I need to forget about it, and I'm defiantly not going to tell anyone because they'll never shut up about it. It's better to keep it to myself. "That's what I'm going to do. Keep it a secret." I keep saying over and over again. I finally reach my trailer, and I can barely see the front steps. I see light coming from the kitchen window and I follow the sounds of arguing to help make my way inside. When I finally reach the steps, I take a deep breath before entering. "I hope they don't notice I'm home" I tell myself preparing for anything more to come. I hope tonight's pain is over with, but for some reason I feel like it just begun. When I enter the trailer, I head strait for my room hoping not to be seen. Seconds later I hear Jeff yelling at me. "Where the hell you been Laura!?" He yells at me, his face turning red. I wonder what he's mad about today. "I was just out for a walk and lost track of time. I'm sorry." I say trying not to start anything between me and him. Like I said before, when he's mad, (especially at me) I'm his punching bag. Next thing I know, I'm reliving horrible pains in my body. My face feels like it will fall apart, and right now I wish it would. I don't say anything more. I run to my room as fast as I could and lock my door. I bury myself in a corner and pray.