Kayla Part 1

“My family and I are moving away, so we are going to have to break up.”

The words struck me like a ton of bricks, and when I took a double take over what I had just heard, they hit me again with twice the intensity. I searched my mind for a response, but I couldn’t find the words. All that I could muster out was: “But Alyssa…why can’t…” I was at a loss of words.

I finally was able to say, “Why can’t we still be together? I mean…I love you…” I stared at her waiting for a response for what seemed like forever.
“Daniel, I don’t think that a long-distance relationship will work. I mean, so much work is involved and I don’t think that I’d be able to handle it.”

She was 16, like I was, and I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t at least try. After all, we had been together for almost a year and we had been through almost everything a couple goes through. The good times, the bad times, and speaking of the good times, almost everything sexual. We hadn’t gone all the way yet, but almost. From making out, to oral and hand jobs, I was pretty happy with Alyssa. The fact that she didn’t want to continue our relationship crushed me and broke my heart. We were so close to being ready to go all the way; my want for us to lose our virginity to each other was really strong. I asked her if we could at least give a long-distance relationship a try, and she replied no. She walked off and left me standing there, completely dead inside.

That was 3 months ago.

My mood had not changed, nor my feelings for Alyssa. This had happened in May, the month school got out, and she moved to Oregon a week later. I hated her for it, for not even wanting to even attempt to love me from a distance, yet I still loved her for the past reasons. I recently spent my days walking around in personal thought and didn’t talk to anybody. I ignored my buddies all summer, refusing countless invitations to parties and some offers from girls. I was apparently desired by them now that I was single, but they previously never made any moves on account of my being with Alyssa. I am about 6’1” and fairly well built. My dark brown hair and nicely tanned body gave me an appearance that really fulfilled their wants. After spending a month in California this summer, my body bronzed pretty nicely. I didn’t even really try to look better; I just sat on the beach replaying the unpleasant event with Alyssa in my head over and over again…

These thoughts of my broken heart have been in my head for months. They built up all day, so to keep myself from going insane, I went to the park nearby my house and ran around the track at nights. I hoped it would clear my mind off of Alyssa. These workouts also added to my growing muscular body even more, making the female moonlight-strollers turn their heads. It was a nice feeling, and it did help a bit get my mind off of the constant pain I had in my heart. I was willing to do anything to get rid of the ache, but I had no idea when that relief would come.

I mostly did my running around 8ish, since it was dark enough here where I live. I live in a small town in mid Iowa, where the population is small enough so I had my solitude as I ran through the night. Tonight, however, I was delayed because my parents were going out of town for the next 2 weeks and were leaving tonight around midnight, being that they had a late flight out. I took them out to a late dinner as a goodbye present, (I’m a very nice son I have been told). I still wanted to run though, so as soon as I arrived home, I changed out of my jeans and t-shirt, and pulled on my jogging shorts and shoes. I told my parents I was going out, and they reminded me that they were going to leave in a few minutes. I said my goodbyes, hugged them both, and headed out.

It was nearing midnight, so I was more than positive that I would be the only one in the park tonight, which was a nice thought. I arrived at the park within minutes and looked around to see if my hunch was correct. It wasn’t, as there was a group of perhaps 20 year old college boys around the swings, obviously drunk or stoned or something. I didn’t recognize any of them, so I paid no attention to them as I walked though the park gates. As I walked and did some pre-run stretches, someone caught my eye. Walking towards me, with her head in thought, was a young girl. She looked maybe 18 or 19, being that she was too attractive to be any younger. The thing that stood out more than anything was her fiery red, shoulder-length hair. Even in the midnight darkness, it illuminated her figure like torch in the night. Strangely, I could’ve sworn she was crying. She passed by me hurriedly as if I wasn’t even there, but I didn’t turn back to get a view of her backside. I had running to do.

I reached the track seconds later, and set down my towel and water bottle. I was about to start my first lap when a weird noise filled the night air. It sounded like a scream, so naturally I began looking around in wonder. I heard it a second time, this time even louder than before. I ran back the way I came from, trying to find the source of the terrified scream. As I passed by the swings, I noticed the group of college students was gone. There was a grove of bushes right next to the swings, and I would’ve bet my life that I could hear the screams coming from it. I quickly rushed over and tore my way into the grove. What I saw completely crushed my heart. The cute red-headed girl who passed me moments earlier was pinned on the ground by the group of drunk guys I saw by the swings. The biggest of them, a chubby guy who looked maybe 250 pounds had her arms and head pinned down as the other two began to fondle her tits through her thin shirt. They were laughing and smiling, while she was yelling her head off for help, terrified that they were going to rape her. One of the two guys groping her then grabbed her shirt and tore it completely off her body, exposing her bra-covered breasts. She was kind of pale, but that’s natural for a redhead of course. The black lace bra didn’t help either. But frankly, I could care less about what her skin tone was at the moment. I had to save this poor girl!

I rushed into the grove and grabbed the guy tearing off her shirt. I spun him around and socked him directly in between his eyes. He was done; out cold before he hit the ground. The guy next to him quickly realized what happened and got up. He swung at me with his right fist and made contact on the side of my head. I could barely feel it though; saving this girl was the only thing on my mind. I ignored the pain and threw a right hook of my own and luckily made contact. He was hit in the head as well and toppled over. The 3rd and bigger boy watched me as I continued to pummel his friend and ran off as fast as he could. The 1st guy and the 2nd were now on the ground unconscious. I was done.

I turned to the girl to make sure she was okay. I was breathing hard, out of breath, and began to feel some pain in my head from the blow I took.

“Miss, are you alright?”

She couldn’t say a word, however, she was sobbing way too hard. Her shirt was in shreds, and was sitting there on the ground with just her tiny bra on. I remembered my towel I brought with me to the track and told her to stay here as I ran to get it. I ran as fast as I could back to my stuff, grabbed it, and raced back.

Fortunately, the two guys were still out cold, so I decided to assume that it was safe for us there.