Ugly(32)

“I saw. You were working the register on your own, and only needed Shayne’s help a handful of times. She showed you how to close your shift and what to do. I’m impressed.”

I smile and feel so proud of myself. “Thank you, ma’am.” Someone’s proud of me. She said she’s impressed with me. I’m so ecstatic over her words.

“What time do you finish school?”

“I finish just after three every day. And I only have two weeks left before I graduate.”

“Good, I need a girl on the register Wednesday, Thursday and Friday from four until eight. And you can work Saturday from eight in the morning, and Sunday from midday.”

“Oh I um…” I have to check with Trent and make sure he’s okay with it.

“If there’s a problem I’ll call Chris and let him know I need you.”

“No, ma’am. I’ll work around it.”

“And once school’s done, I’ll be able to give you more work.”

“Thank you,” I say and stand waiting for her next instructions.

“You did well, Lily. I’ll see you Wednesday.” She lowers her head and continues working. I gather this is her way of telling me to go.

I leave and quietly shut her door, going downstairs and out the front. Shayne’s already gone and I wait for Trent out front. I take my phone out of my bag that I collected from the staff room, and I check the time. He’s running a few minutes late, but I don’t want to leave in case he comes and doesn’t find me here.

Another minute passes and Trent comes around the corner in his dad’s car. He stops and I get in. “You ready?” he asks. I nod my head, although having sex with him is still something I’m not ready to do.

We drive a couple of blocks down and he parks in the doctor’s parking lot. We go in, and I stand behind Trent and let him do all the talking.

We sit in the waiting room and I begin to fidget in my chair. “Trent,” I say as I squeeze his hand which is in mine.

“Yeah.”

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be.” I wait for more, but instead he takes his phone out and begins doing something on it. This is terrifying. I’m waiting beside my boyfriend to be called in by an unknown doctor so I can be put on contraception. I don’t even want to have sex. All I want to do is read and get lost in a book, not what Trent wants me to do.

“Trent, I’m really scared. I’m not sure I’m ready to have sex yet,” I say in a small whisper, because I don’t want the entire waiting room to hear, although, there are only three people in here including the receptionist.

“There’s nothing to be scared of. And as far as sex is concerned…” He leans over and kisses me softly on the cheek. It’s a beautiful and innocent kiss. “You’re seventeen. It’s time you had sex.” He leans back, and looks down at his phone.

My shoulders slump. It feels like it doesn’t even matter what I say, he’s going to take what he wants.

“Lily Anderson,” a male doctor calls. Trent stands and leads me into the small office.

The next half hour is spent in the doctor’s examining room. After numerous questions, all of which Trent answers, I was given an injection in my bottom. It was explained to me, and the doctor gave us some pamphlets too. I switched off listening after a few moments, because regardless of how I felt, it was going to happen.

In the car on the way home, Trent has his hand resting on my thigh. “Doctor Simmons has been a good family friend for years.”

“Okay,” I say. I already could tell there was a deeper connection to just patient/doctor.

“He’s one of Dad’s good friends.”

“Okay.” I turn my head and look out the window.

“But we still need for me to wear a condom. I don’t want a kid yet, and until the injection kicks in I’ll make sure I don’t knock you up.”

“Okay.” I purse my lips together as I look up at the darkening sky. I look at the sky. Dusk is so beautiful. Majestic and serene, I wish I could get lost in it.

As we near Trent’s home, he swerves the car. I look out the front and hold on to my seat belt. I’m expecting to see another car coming toward us, but Trent’s sped up and is swerving toward a dog trotting along the road. “Trent! Watch out,” I yell as he almost hits the dog.

Trent starts laughing and corrects the car, missing the dog by no more than a couple of feet. “I’m just having some fun,” he says, and continues laughing.

I’m horrified, and so disgusted he swerved to hit the dog. It was cruel and unnecessary.

My heart starts to calm and when we reach the house, I get out and go inside. Trent’s right behind me. “I’ll see if your mom needs help with dinner.” I go into the kitchen to find Mrs. Hackly standing near the stove, making something. “Hi, need help?” I offer.