Chapter 6

Quinn

"Need a ride?" A manly voice said. I look at the man and it was pretty boy dad!, talk about embarrassing. I nervously laugh. Gosh, Quinn, you're so stupid.

"Yes" I said.

"Well, hop in, '' he said, doing a head gesture. I went to the other side of the car and opened it. I entered the car and his cologne covered my nose. That smells like mint and lavender. I could sniff it all day without getting tired. I clip my seat belt. 

"You can put your location on the screen," he said. I nervously nod. This man makes me nervous. I cleaned my sweaty palms and put on my address. He starts the car while I look around the car. This car is so awesome, the car seats are red and super comfortable. Everything in this car screams money! A phone ring, cutting me out of my thoughts. I looked at my phone, and Jack was calling. I cut the call. He called again, and I cut it. What is wrong with him? When somebody is not picking your call means they are not interested in talking. I switched off my phone.

"Your boyfriend?" pretty boy, dad asked, cutting me out of my thoughts. 

"Oh no, no, he is just a friend. At least I thought he was," I said, whispering the last sentence. But it's like he heard me.

"Let me guess, he asked you out, and you freaked out and ran out?" He said. My eyes widened. How did he guess so perfectly?

"Yeah! That's exactly what happened. You are a good guesser," I said, smiling at him.

"Nice," he said. All the while he has been talking, his attention has been on the road.

"Nice? There is nothing nice about it," I said.

"Why not? You don't like him?" He asked.

"No, of course not. He is my best friend, like my only friend and family, but that is ruined now because I don't know if I can face him again," I said, breathing out.

"Well, you will figure it out because we are here," he said. I looked outside and truly we were here. I didn't even know how we got here so fast. I unclip the seat belt.

"Thank you so much for the ride and for listening to me," I said. 

"Sure, no problem," he said, looking at me. I nodded my head and opened the car. I came out and closed the door. But I forgot something, so I knocked on the window, he wind down.

"Hey, I didn't get your name," I said.

"Call me Dave," he said. Dave? Nice name.

"Okay, bye and greet pretty boy for me," I said. He nodded and left the driveway. I turned back, and I saw Jack looking at me with the nastiest glare ever. How did he get here so fast?

"Jack, how did you get here so fast?" I asked. But he didn't answer me. He came closer to me and held my wrist, dragging me inside roughly.

"Jack, what are you doing? Let go of my wrist you are holding on too tight," I said, trying to pull my hand from his. We got to my front door, and he pushed me in front of it.

"Open the door," he said. I nurse my wrist, which is now red in pain.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled.

"Open the door," he said, looking at me.

"N……"

"Fucking open the door!" He yelled, cutting me off. I flinched. My past memories came flushing in. I opened the door with trembling hands. After opening it, he pushed me inside and closed the door.

"Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled.

"You are what is wrong with me, you!. I have loved you for years!, for years!, but you never liked me and only saw me as your fucking brother!, do I look like your brother! I told you I like you, but you fucking left in the middle of our date that I used my money and time to prepare! I fucking called you no answer. Then I see you coming out of a man car! Who the fuck is he!" He yelled. I flinch.

"He is no one," I said.

"What do you mean, no one? I see what you are, you are a fucking whore! Who goes around with people with money? Is he richer than me?! Fucking answer me! Is he richer?!" He yelled. I started shaking, fear consuming me.

"J.. jack ple…." He didn't allow me to complete my statement before he dragged me and slammed me on the wall. I screamed as my back hit the wall.

"Wh… what is wro…." He cut me off with a kiss. I closed my lips tight, refusing him entrance. He pulled back.

"You can open your mouth for other men but when is my turn you are closing your lips?!" He yelled, slapping me. I cried, holding my cheek. Then he took my top and ripped it off me, leaving me in my bra. Then he placed his lips on mine. I struggled with him, then I pushed him back with all my strength and slapped him. I picked my torn top and covered my body. Jack touched his cheek and looked at me.

"Leave," I said, cleaning my tears.

"Oh my G.. god, Quinn, I'm so sorry," he said, moving closer to me. I moved back.

"Leave right now!, fucking get out of my house!" I yelled.

"Qui…."

"I said leave! You monster!" I yelled. I fell on the floor, rocking back and forth.

"Qui….." 

"Fucking leave my house!!" I scream. He flinched.

"Okay, okay, I will leave," he said. He opened the door and left. I quickly stand up and lock my door. I sink down on the floor, crying. How could he do that to me? He was my friend, he knows the issues I face when people yell too much and he just tried to rape me. I cried, rocking back and forth. My heart started aching, so I hit my chest with my hand. I cry before passing out on the floor.