I freeze. Do I reply? Do I run out the door? I still have time. Do I hide? All the possibilities are running through my head at 100 miles an hour, but it’s not fast enough. I look up and see Kyle poke his head out the side of the wall.
“So it is you,” he remarks.
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I snap back, “Who else could it have possibly been?”
“I don’t know. Your knight in shining armour, Sidney Crosby?” he replies sarcastically.
I scowl and quickly walk by him towards my room. I need to get out of these clothes.
“Oh come on. You don’t think I knew about your little crush on Crosby?” He yells from the other room.
I don’t reply. Instead I strip off the dress from the night before and start to look through my clothes for the comfiest outfit I can find. I need a day off to just relax. I go through my bottom drawer looking for some sweat pants and stand up straight. I feel faint all of a sudden and my head starts throbbing. Wincing again, I touch the back of my head, reminded of what happened last night yet again.
“Did I do that to you?”
I quickly gasp and spin around, startled. Even though Kyle has seen me in my underwear many times before, it’s instantly different after what happened last night. I pathetically try to cover myself with my bare hands and reach for a house coat lying on my bed. I notice though that his face shows no signs of worry or care, it’s nothing but a blank stare.
“I didn’t notice you were there.”
Kyle smirks and slowly starts to walk towards me.
My mind is telling me to move, but my feet aren’t cooperating. It’s like they’re glued to the floor. My blood starts pumping through my veins at an ever increasing rate. He raises one arm to gently pull my house cost off one shoulder. Then the other arm for the other shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says with fake emotion, I can sense it.
Then I remember something that Sid told me, “I sensed you weren’t truly happy with Kyle, not as happy as you could be, but you seem like a genuinely good person who deserved better. Behind the fake smiles and laughter there was hurt, I could see it in your eyes.” It was then I found the courage to stand up to Kyle for the first time. It was then I truly believed I could do so much better than him. That there are people you really care.
“DON’T touch me,” I hiss as I slap his arms away from my body, “how dare you think we could just go back to the way it was before. Too many times have I dealt with your drunk alter ego. Too many times have I tried to help you change. Too many times have you pretended like nothing ever happened. And I’m sick of it! I’m so done with you, your issues, and your bullshit!”
“I can’t believe this. I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing. Cut me some slack,” he begs.
All the anger is bubbling up from inside of me and I can’t help but continue screaming.
“No I am not fucking cutting you any slack. You tried to rape me! And whether you remember that or not, it doesn’t matter, because it’s never going to happen again. I will not let any man push me around like that anymore. We are done, so you best get out of my house now before I call the cops.”
Kyle shakes his head in disbelief and storms off to the front door. I follow him to make sure he leaves.
Once he’s outside he turns around for one final time and yells, “I hope you and your little boyfriend Crosby have a grand fucking life.”
With anger still raging inside of me, I try to tone it down to tell him one final thing, “Kyle, please get some help.”
He never replies or turns back around. He drives off, and for the first time in months, I don’t feel the urge to cry, instead, I feel free.

(6 hours later)

I’m rudely awakened from my nap by my cell phone blaring in my ear. Groggily, I search with one outstretched arm for my phone on my bedside table. Eyes still closed, I answer with a mumbled “hello”.
“Hey Rebecca, it’s Sid. I just arrived at my hotel in Winnipeg.”
Excitedly, I whip up from bed so I’m sitting up straight. Instantly though, I regret it. I begin to quietly curse under my breath.
“Are you ok?” Sid asks worriedly.
“It’s just my head. I sat up to fast.”
“You really have to be more careful Rebecca. You don’t want to cause further damage.”
He sounded so cute when he got all protective and concerned for my well being.
“I will, don’t worry.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I said with a small smile on my face.
“Good, so how was your day?”
I didn’t really know where to begin, do I tell him about the fight with Kyle?
After a short period of questionable silence, Sid asks, sensing something is wrong, “Rebecca… what happened?”
Somehow, that flips a switch inside of me, and the whole story comes spilling out. Kyle's car, the robe, the screaming, and me kicking him out.
Once I'm done describing the events of my day all Sid could say was, “I wish I could be there with you. To make you feel better.”
Those few words really touched my heart, so much so, that I even started crying.
“Please tell me those are happy tears,” Sid exclaims.
I giggle through my tears and say, “Just hearing your voice makes me feel so much better."
"I'm glad," I hear him smile through the phone.
In the background I hear Flower hollaring at Sid.
"Sounds like we're heading out for dinner now," he says sighing, "Be sure to watch the game on TV tomorrow."
"I will. Have a goodnight."
"Goodnight."
*click*

Notes

Wow, I am just flying through these chapters. Should I slow down? Or do you guys like the story being updated every couple days? Let me know in the comments please. Also do you like longer or shorter chapters? This chapter was a little longer than normal.