Unavoidable Staircase Conversations

“Well what exactly did you hear?” I asked Caleb just as the bell for first period rang. Luckily, he had Geometry with me and we headed to our math class down the hall.

“I heard that he was assaulting you. Or something like that.” Caleb said, trying to keep the emotion from seeping into his voice.

Well, that’s about right. Kind of …

“And so I don’t want him anywhere near you.” His voice got an ominous edge with that sentence.

“No.” I argued, “I do need to talk to him. That’s not really the full story.”

“Well what’s the full story?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I murmured quickly and quietly. There was way too much shame, disgust and guilt in that particular story. I couldn’t even bear to have flashbacks in my own mind.

At that moment we had reached the classroom and took our seats a couple of minutes late. This was the one teacher that would let it slide though. But nothing felt right …

I mean, we were back in school after Spring Break and so everything should be getting back to normal. And I’m talking about normal school, not crazed about Raine school. I asked the teacher for a pass to the restroom and calmed myself on the stroll upstairs to the closest bathroom.

Leaning at the top of the staircase was Raine, of course, text messaging on his slider cell phone. I started to turn around (to run back down the stairs) but he called out my name and that stopped me in my tracks.

“Robyn, I really need to talk to you.”

I sighed, “If this is about all that sh*t, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But I need to make it up to you.”

“No. Please don’t. You’ve done enough for me … against me.” And yet, I walked up the stairs toward him but still at a safe distance.

“You know I never meant to hurt you.”

“But that’s just it,” I whispered, looking down at my feet, “You … really … hurt … me. And that kind of pain doesn’t just go away.”

The End

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