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             The Italian restaurant ----->

                                                 ~Reuben P.O.V. ~

Right now I’m dancing in my kitchen.

It's morning, and I’m just dancing my behind off. Why I’m dancing in my kitchen at 7:30 (a.m.)?

Well, I don’t the answer for that particular question, but I’m just in the mood of jubilation. I’m sure that everybody gets that feeling once in the while, you don’t know where it comes from, but it just pops out of nowhere, and makes you just have the feeling of HAPPINESS! Or maybe it's just me.

I woke up this morning, did my normal routine, to get ready for another day of school. And when I was going to the kitchen, to eat a simple breakfast. Out of nowhere, some spirit took control of my soul and body, and I started to just dance, like there’s no tomorrow.

I was so full of life, that when my mom came down from her room, to get her regular morning coffee. I kissed her and told her that I loved her.

Now! I don’t do that every day. She even said it back, and asked me, why I was in such high spirits.

I just replied saying, “I’m just happy I’m alive, I feel so GAY!” With a bright, cheeky smile on my face.

She then said. “Sweet heart, I’m glad you’re alive too, and I hope you stay happy.” Hugging me, and walked out the kitchen.

I really don’t talk to my mother much these days. Well! I certainly need to fix that!

I was going to make oatmeal and toast, but then my phone rings.

I pick it up before even checking the caller ID.

“Hello!” I greeted so sweetly, and my tone was just full of joy!

“Morning! Ru~by”, a familiar voice said, in a lullaby tone, and stretching out my name too.

They continued, “Well, I’m glad to hear, that you’re in a good mood. Yesterday was fun, wasn’t it?” Carson asks.

At that moment, my light and ultimate blissful mind, soul, and body. Was now full of dread, and resentment.

“What do you want?” I ask on the phone with so much distastefulness, that the birds sitting peacefully on the windowsill in the kitchen, quickly flew away in alarm.

“Oi, not in such a happy mood now are you? Ha ha, still mad at what I did yesterday night?”

“I should hang up on you, Carson.” I reply, while clenching my teeth at the end of the reply.

“But you can’t Ruby, because you know the consequences. Yeah! I know I’m a control freak, but I can’t help it.” Carson claims.

“You have no idea, how much I don’t want to hear your voice, this morning.” I say in a monotonous tone.

“You don’t mean that Ruby. Can’t you learn how to forgive, and forget?” He asks.

“Why don’t you just leave me alone, Carson?” Instead of answering his questions, I ask him a reasonable question in return.

“I just can’t leave you alone.” He sighs, and continues “It’s just fate for me to get into your skin.” He finished, and his voice sounded so honest, calm, and certain, that it freaked me out.

I couldn’t respond to him, so it was silent for at least a good 30 seconds, before Carson spoke.

“So (stretching the o), Ruby! I’m picking you up, and we can go to school together.” He said, not even bothering to ask.

“I didn’t ask you to pick me up, this morning. And I have my own car. So you don’t need to bother.” I respond sternly.

“Well, that’s just too bad! I’m still picking you up. Any other concerns?” He declares.

“But… Carson.” I whine, starting to get annoyed.

“Are you starting to rebel again, Ruby? If you are, do you want me to physically remind you what happens when you start that shit.” He states, on the edge of screaming in my ear.

I shuddered at what he just said.

“P-P-Please, just calm down Carson, I-I-I’ll obey, just please don’t start anything i-i-irrational.” I say shakily, and acting like a pansy. My self-esteem is completely gone.

“Great! You made such a wise decision. I’ll pick you up in about 5 minutes.” He calmly says.

I sigh in relief and also in failure, then I hang up. I looked at the time it was already 7:45 (a.m.).

Why couldn’t Carson just stop treating me like I’m worthless? I’m not, right? I can’t even eat anymore, I lost my appetite (first time ever).

I get ready, and say bye to my mom, she notices my mood, and is wondering if I’m bipolar. I leave because I see a silver BMW, at the front of my house.

Carson needs to stop being so commanding! I think, while walking up to his car.

When I get close to the car, Carson says hello, I respond weakly, and he reaches out to hug me, but I instantly flinch. Carson sighs, and forgets about the hug. He has a sad expression on his face, but I don’t care.

The rest of the ride to school, I just stay utterly silent.

When we finally get to school, before I can get out Carson says,

“Ruby, let’s grab something to eat after school, my treat!” He says while grinning.

I say softly, not even looking at him. “Okay.” Completely emotionless.

I then quickly get out the car, slamming the passenger door, and running to go to where I know Lizzie and Marissa is near.

I ignore everyone in the school, just focusing to get to my locker.

I open my lock, exchanged my books, depending on the class. Right after I was closing my locker, I felt someone hugging my back.

I smelled the sweet vanilla scent, and I knew it was Lizzie.

“Hey! Rubs. So how was Mr. Bradley’s project with Mr. Popular? Did he do anything naughty to you? Let’s go bowling afterschool, with Marissa, and other people I know!” Lizzie said in a fast speed.

She was talking fast, I only understood the last sentence that came out her mouth.

I suddenly hug Lizzie, I missed this girl! Now, I smelled her sweet perfume. Ahh~ Vanilla

“Woah! Rubs clingy much?” She said.

“Sorry, I just really missed you.” I apologized, while releasing her from my hug.

“Oh, it’s fine buddy, even though I see you every day. I guess I missed you too.” She confined and hugged me back, but this time my face is stuffed in her bosom, and I can’t breathe.

When she releases me, I sadly say and breathed some air,

“Oh, how I missed you Lizzie. I want to so much go bowling and hang out, but I can’t because Carson is basically forcing me to go out with him.”

She nods, and understands my situation.

I tell her that Carson starts to become more of a pest every day.

“That asshole! Why, did you have to be his new target? That horny bastard.” Lizzie yells.

Before I can even react, the bell rings, and Lizzie leaves.

I walk into my classroom, and turn in my part of the project. And go easily to my desk.

Suddenly, I feel, if I’m not mistaken, as if someone blew their warm breath in my ear.

When that happened, I automatically shivered in surprise. A bright blush, was painted across my face.

I then hear the person (which I’m sure is Carson), chuckle in amusement. Of course, I just ignore the person, and it perfectly worked.

Carson is not even paying attention to me anymore.

Gee! I’m I glad!

~Ring! ~ 

Well! That’s the school bell for our last class. I can’t wait until I get home, I thought while walking to my locker.

When I happily slam my locker door closed, I turned to my right. I didn’t even notice the tall person blocking my way, and I accidentally bumped right into his masculine chest.

I gasped, and looked up at the person preventing me from going my way.

Then it hit me. I have to eat with Carson afterschool. I really forgot about that. My life sucks, and Carson’s pestering is bringing back the memories and nightmares of middle school.

I stare at the ground, my eyes are starting to burn and itch. Oh no! I’m not going to cry, and not in front of Carson!

I suck it up, and Carson is holding me by the shoulders. He won’t release me from his touch. He just stares at me, thinking of what to do next.

He pulls me closer to his chest, and wraps his body around mine in a hug, and he is sniffling me. Especially around my neck and hair.

It’s starting to tickle, but I just stand there motionless.

“Mmm, you smell good Ruby.” He points out.

It seems like he’s starting to get bored. So he finally releases me saying

“We’ll be going to this really nice Italian restaurant, by the time we’re finished, you’ll be in full bliss.” He says proudly.

He stares at me, waiting for me to respond to him, and I don’t even look at him.

He takes a look at his overly expensive watch, and grabs my hand and leading me to his car.

I really want to resist, and kick Carson in the shin, but only God knows what Carson will do to me.

I’m trying to slip my hand away from Carson’s, because if I don’t I might just vomit.

Carson notices that, and squeezes my hand so hard that it turns a deep color red. I guess he doesn’t want me to let go.

The only time he lets go of my hand is when we finally reach his car.

He opens the passenger door for me to enter, and then I get in and buckle up.

“This going to be so much fun, isn’t it, Ruby?” Carson declares, while putting the key in the ignition.

I stay in silence, and not even bothering to listen.

“So, Ruby, you’re going to give me the silent treatment. Let’s see how long, that’s going to be? I wonder if you’re ticklish.” He states and questions.

Gosh no! Don’t tickle me, I’ll just surrender so easily.

Of course, I start to feel a crazy sensation.

I’m laughing, panting, and I finally give up after 30 seconds.

“Please, Carson stop! I’ll talk just stop tickling me.” I say while giggling.

“Ha ha, so it worked! Note to self, tickling Ruby works wonders!” he noted

He finally starts driving, and in about 15 minutes we’re at our destination.

The restaurant is called the La Rosa Dolce. This is a kind of restaurant where you go to for anniversaries or to propose. This kind of place is a place, where you need to wear a suit to enter.

Carson and I got out. And he gives his car keys to a person who parks cars in expensive restaurants.

When we walked in, the place just has the right aroma, and is booming with Italian pride, but at the same time, is not afraid to be fancy.

Sparkling chandeliers, shiny glassware, and sharp looking waiters. I can see all that, when we haven’t even had our table ready for us.

Carson is immediately noticed by an Italian man (of course), in a suit, and greets him in Italian.

It seems like Carson is well-known in this place. They are now having a conversation in Italian.  

Well, I didn’t know that Carson can speak Italian!

The guy talking to Carson before, is now greeting me in a thick accent.

“Hello there you’re Mr. Blackwell’s friend, it’s very nice to meet you. I will be giving you both a private table. Of course, by Mr. Blackwell’s request. Now, would you follow me please.” He says with manner.

And when we do follow him, I look around and they’re a lot of snobby people here.

The guy leads us in this very fancy looking room, and asks us what we like to order. I ordered a simple lasagna and Carson ordered pasta stuffed with Parmesan chicken.

The Italian guy leaves, and his name is Rico. I just remembered that I need to call my mom, and tell her where I’m. It’s about 3:30 (a.m.).

When I finish doing that, I look around the room and were seated on a silk covered round table.

A fancy chandelier hanging right above us, and candles are lit. This definitely is a romantic scene.

And I don’t like it at all, I’m so uncomfortable. Why is Carson trying to impress me so much? I really hate this! From the beginning I’m supposed to avoid him, but I end up doing exactly the opposite of that.

I’m deeply frowning, and glaring at Carson.

“If you keep on frowning like that Ruby, you’ll get wrinkles. Isn’t this nice Ruby, the food is delicious, and also the whole atmosphere is just so cozy.” Carson beamed.

Says the person, who’s used to this kind of atmosphere. I bet ever since a newborn.

“I want to go home.” I burst out, crossing my arms.

“Yeah, yeah. Ruby please behave. I’m doing this for you, at least be a little more appreciative. A lot of people would die to be in your position.” He demanded.

“I don’t even know why you’re doing this. In fact, I hate this! You’re really annoying, and you don’t even care what others have to say, but you only listen to yourself and only care for yourself.” I retorted, almost close to tears.

Carson gets up, and was about to reach out to grab me, in frustration, but the food appeared.

Thank heavens! That was close, I don’t even want to know what Carson was about to do.

Aaah! The food does look attractive and does smell desirable.

I guess I’ll eat, I don’t want to waste food. I’m really upset, but I have room to eat!

I was eating, and ignoring Carson’s stares.

“Looks, like you’re enjoying the food. The way you’re eating, makes me think you never eaten before.” Carson commented.

“The faster I eat, the faster I can get out of here.” I replied.

“I’m really losing my patience with you Ruby, and if I were you I would watch what I say.” Carson warned.

I don’t know what came over me, but I replied before thinking. I said in an impolite way.

“Bite me.”

“That’s it!” Carson shouted and slamming his fist on the table, the impact was so powerful, it lifted everything on the table, in the air for about 5 seconds, and made me jump also. He looks absolutely pissed.

I’m really going to regret this, aren’t I?

Carson gets up while loudly declaring. “You want me to bite you, right? Well! I’ll do exactly what you want. I’ll show you!”

Then, he lifts me up, and puts me on one of his shoulders, I’m kicking and wiggling, so I can get away. There was a red velvet couch in here, and that’s where he threw me on.

I’m lying on my back, and Carson is on top of me.

I start to plead, “I’m sorry, Carson, p-p-please. I won’t do it again, F-F-Forgive me, I didn’t mean it, don’t hurt me C-C-Carson.”

“Now you’re trying to get out of what you wanted, well that doesn’t make sense, now does it? How many times I’m going to warn you Ruby? Huh!” Carson shouted menacingly.

I begged and pleaded a second time, and didn’t make difference whatsoever.

I squirm and move around to escape, but I’m completely trapped. I should have just shut my mouth, sometimes I really make the stupidest mistakes.

Then I suddenly feel the intense, painful biting on the nape of my neck. It feels like I’m getting an electric shock every time he bites me. I’m starting to cry and whimper now from the horrid pain.

He’s really serious about biting me! You have to be kidding me!

“Carson no! Stop, it hurts!” I scream in agony.

He ignores me and continues his evil deed.

He starts to roughly nibble on my ear, and bite at my thigh, which draws blood. It makes me shiver and I can feel the ache all over my body. Wait! When did he take my pants off!

He bites at really sensitive places, like my butt, waist, thigh, and neck. The spots he bites and grind his teeth on my warm flesh, is bright red.

The pain became more, and more uneasy to take. So suddenly darkness took over my view.

 

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WOW! That last part was harsh XD! (comment & vote).

  

 

  

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