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hii. i'm anna. i'm 14 and live in minnesota. i'm a freshman in high school and loving itt! i play soccer and lacrosse and yeah. i'm just a typical teenager that doesn't get enough sleep and has drama with boys. i'm single and am LOVING IT. click the follow button :)
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Accidental Reunion
Chapter 15
Brooke's POV
I adjusted the beige colored scarf hanging around my neck, pushing back my hair so it was out of my face. Niall was coming to come pick me up to take me somewhere, even though I had no idea where we were going to go. But that's the best thing about us; the little suprises we had for each other.
“Hey, are you leaving yet?” Chris asked, walking into the room. I turned and shook my head, and then suddenly remembering Maria.
“Hey, Chris, what happened with Maria the other day?” Chris suddenly grinned, his eyes sparkling with glee.
“We caught up. She said she missed me, and we got to talking again. We’re almost as close again as if we never left.” He shook his head, walking over to the couch and plopping down. He seemed love stuck.
I remembered when we were little, he always had a secret crush on her. He never told anyone, but I found out on accident one day and he made me promise not to tell anyone.
“Is she cuter then you remember?” He turned towards me and chuckled.
“Cute? No. She’s even more beautiful then I remember.” He sighed, staring off into nothing; zoning out into his little dream world of Maria.
I thought as I turned back towards the mirror and looked at myself. I wonder if Niall thought I was beautiful.
I heard a knocking on the door, and I knew that Niall was here. A smile crawled onto my face as I opened the door, seeing his beautiful Irish face staring back at me.
"Hey." He said, leaning in and pressin his lips to mine.
"Ready to go?" I nodded and grabbed my bag from the table, saying goodbye to Chris, and closed the door.
"I missed you." He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walked down the hallway. I laughed and placed my hand on his arm, shaking my head.
"You just saw me yesterday."
"I still missed you."
We got to the elevator and talked on our way down to the car, our hands tangled with each others. We got into the car quickly, not wanting to stay out in the cold for too long.
As we drove down the un-busy street, Niall's hand resting on my thigh, I looked at myself.
I looked at my face in the mirror, my brown orbs sparkling with the lightest tint of a honey color.
My heart-shaped face looked pale in the pale lighting, the dark grey clouds hovering over the countryside. my light pink colored lips shined from the lip gloss. My eyelashes covered in the mascara made them long and dark, my black eyeliner making my eyes look smokey and mysterious.
"Do you think I'm beautiful." I said quickly, still looking out the window. Niall turned towards me, taking his hand off to turn down the music.
"What did you say love?" I turned my head towards him, looking deep into his eyes.
"Do you think I'm beautiful." I said a little louder, watching his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen.
"Well of course I do." He turned his head back towards the road to make sure we didn't crash, and then sighed.
"You have no idea of how beautiful I think you are. Never doubt that alright?"
I nodded, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He reached for my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine, squeezing my hand gently.
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-Emma and Mallory
Using Mr Parker
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Logan ♥
C h a p t
e r 27
Every morning I
would wake up and think to myself there are only so many days
left until this week would be over. Zach had become the only
thing I would think about. I never wanted this week to end. It
frightened me to know that there was only 3 days left until the
week ended.
Then what would the reason for me dating Zach be?
On Friday, I got ready to go to Zachs apartment. Grace was over
and I was going through all my clothes. “I don't know
what to wear,” I huffed.
“Where are you two
going?” she asked.
“Just his
apartment.”
“Well its warm tonight, what
about these?” She asked as she pulled a pair of denim high
waisted shorts out. I looked at her, shaking my head but she
threw the pair on my bed and picked up a black, baggy singlet.
“Put the shorts and the top on.” I did what she said
and smiled, actually liking how it looked together. “I
think your hair would look good in just a simple bun,”
Grace said, thoughtfully.
“Like this?” I asked,
pulling my hair up.
“Yes!” she exclaimed and
then gave me a pair of silver hoops. I also put on a silver
necklace that had three triangles hanging from the bottom. My
make-up was done simply, a little bit of eyeshadow and some
mascara. I picked up my pair of black converses and sat on my bed
to put them on. “What are you doing? No, put these shoes
on!” She gave me a pair of shoes with studs on the heels. I
remembered buying these. Grace and I had gone shopping and at the
time I really liked them but I had never worn them
before.
“Aren't they a bit
much?” I asked once I had put them on.
“No, they make the outfit now
go out and get your man,” Grace winked. I didn't
understand why she acting so care free about Zach and
I.
“Grace, you don't have to
be alright with this.”
Grace smiled, cheekily, like she knew something I didn't.
“I am now, it's all good. Come to the car so you're
not late. You really have to get a car, how 'bout on Sunday
we got shopping for one and sell yours?”
“I'd like that,” I
told her. Grace drove to Sachs apartment and I got out. I walked
to his apartment, knocking on the door and a few moments after,
Zach opened the door.
“Hey,” he greeted and
pecked my lips.
“Hi.”
“You look
beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I blushed.
We walked in and I was greeted by the aroma of something that I
couldn't put a name on. “You cooked?” I
asked.
“The only thing I can,”
he told me. “Lasagne.”
“It smells so good,” I
told him, honestly. We ate dinner in peace, it felt amazing to
finally be able to hang out with him we haven't all week. We
ended up on the couch, watching a movie, half way through I
looked up to see Zach sleeping and smiled. He was truly amazing,
something special. Every time we kissed I would feel sparks that
I had never experienced before. It was like it was meant to
be.
Staring
up at Zach, I realised that I was falling for
him.
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a reminder? Comment.
Teaser: "Here," Zach said as he handed me a blonde wig
and big sunglasses.
{A/N Here is the link to her outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=70167862 If any of you are
intrested, my best friend (soccerfreak99) and I are writing a
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in his arms
Chapter
23
It had returned.
The vomiting. The weakness. The irritability. The weight loss. The fatigue. The nausea.
I rolled over in my bed, breathing deeply. I couldn’t throw up again.
The lights stayed off and the windows stayed shut. It was completely dark in my room, despite the fact that it was early afternoon everywhere else.
There was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I croaked, and looked up to find Anthony walking in, something in his hand.
Chemotherapy never seemed to affect him as much as it did me. Or, maybe he was just better at hiding it.
“What is that?”
He grinned down at what he held in his hand, then back up at me. “A book.”
I felt his lips press against my cheek. They were warm, gentle.
“A book for what?”
“For you,” he told me, sitting in the chair in the corner. “We’re going to get you to 100 books.”
My eyes suddenly flashed open. I was wide awake. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, picking up the chair and moving it closer to the bed. He flicked on a dim light, just bright enough for him to read.
“What’s the book called?”
“Mesmerized,” he told me, “by Julia Crane.”
“I’ve never read one of her books before.”
“My mom picked it up a used bookstore somewhere in the city,” he told me, looking at the cover. It depicted a young girl with brown hair in a light pink gown flowing in the breeze. To be honest, it looked like one of the girlier books I’d read, so I hope Anthony could bear through it.
He began on the first page. “Chapter One,” he recited. “How could my parents send me away to boarding school?”
* * *
I woke up suddenly, realizing I must’ve fallen asleep while he was reading to me. My eyes darted to the chair, but Anthony was no longer there.
I sat up, frantic now, and noticed a figure in my peripheral vision. Anthony stood by the windowsill, observing something.
“What are you looking at?”
He whirled his head around to me. “Oh, you’re awake.” He smiled cutely. “You passed out around the end of the third chapter.”
“What are you looking at?” I repeated, and stood from my bed. I crossed in front of him and found an orchid in the windowsill, overlooking the court yard just a floor beneath us.
Its pink petals smiled up at me, basking in the sunlight.
My eyes blinked up to his. “How’d you know I love orchids?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t, to be completely honest. I just thought you deserved something nice. It reminded me of you, anyways.”
“How?” I asked, turning back to it. I prodded the stem between nimble fingers. “Scrawny and weak?”
“No,” he assured, placing either of his hands on my shoulders. “Smiling and beautiful.”
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The vomiting. The weakness. The irritability. The weight loss. The fatigue. The nausea.
I rolled over in my bed, breathing deeply. I couldn’t throw up again.
The lights stayed off and the windows stayed shut. It was completely dark in my room, despite the fact that it was early afternoon everywhere else.
There was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I croaked, and looked up to find Anthony walking in, something in his hand.
Chemotherapy never seemed to affect him as much as it did me. Or, maybe he was just better at hiding it.
“What is that?”
He grinned down at what he held in his hand, then back up at me. “A book.”
I felt his lips press against my cheek. They were warm, gentle.
“A book for what?”
“For you,” he told me, sitting in the chair in the corner. “We’re going to get you to 100 books.”
My eyes suddenly flashed open. I was wide awake. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, picking up the chair and moving it closer to the bed. He flicked on a dim light, just bright enough for him to read.
“What’s the book called?”
“Mesmerized,” he told me, “by Julia Crane.”
“I’ve never read one of her books before.”
“My mom picked it up a used bookstore somewhere in the city,” he told me, looking at the cover. It depicted a young girl with brown hair in a light pink gown flowing in the breeze. To be honest, it looked like one of the girlier books I’d read, so I hope Anthony could bear through it.
He began on the first page. “Chapter One,” he recited. “How could my parents send me away to boarding school?”
* * *
I woke up suddenly, realizing I must’ve fallen asleep while he was reading to me. My eyes darted to the chair, but Anthony was no longer there.
I sat up, frantic now, and noticed a figure in my peripheral vision. Anthony stood by the windowsill, observing something.
“What are you looking at?”
He whirled his head around to me. “Oh, you’re awake.” He smiled cutely. “You passed out around the end of the third chapter.”
“What are you looking at?” I repeated, and stood from my bed. I crossed in front of him and found an orchid in the windowsill, overlooking the court yard just a floor beneath us.
Its pink petals smiled up at me, basking in the sunlight.
My eyes blinked up to his. “How’d you know I love orchids?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t, to be completely honest. I just thought you deserved something nice. It reminded me of you, anyways.”
“How?” I asked, turning back to it. I prodded the stem between nimble fingers. “Scrawny and weak?”
“No,” he assured, placing either of his hands on my shoulders. “Smiling and beautiful.”
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Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Nineteen~
I
remember looking up at David, his eyes wide with horror.
I remember not understanding why he was scared.
“Della,” David gasped, his mouth open.
I tried to speak out, ask him what was wrong, but I couldn’t.
My voice was gone.
David’s arms started to shake with me in them as he stared at me with the same wide eyes.
David wasn’t staring into my eyes as he usually would do. I followed his eyes down to my side.
Staining my shirt was a giant red blot.
There was a ringing in my ear.
I felt myself collapse.
“Della!” David yelped as I hit the concrete hard. I didn’t feel a thing.
An intense pain in my side began to travel through my entire being, tingling my toes and fingertips.
I looked up at David’s familiar green eyes.
“Please, Del. Stick with me,” he pleaded, his eyes clouding over, his hand shaking mine.
I heard a commotion behind me, I assumed my neighbors had come out at the sound of the shot.
“I’ll call 9-1-1!” I heard a man call out to us.
“You hear that, Del? You’re going to get help. You’re going to be okay,” his mouth smiled but his eyes remained stricken. “You’ve got to be okay.” I heard not only David’s voice, but also Trey’s.
Every word he had ever said to me replayed painfully slow.
My memory of his wicked smile as he mouthed ‘See you tonight’ was bright and vivid.
It clicked.
“Trey,” I rasped to David.
“What, baby?” David asked, his voice urgent.
“Trey did this,” I said, my voice faint.
I saw his eyes gain understanding as his face twisted into a pained look. He nodded slowly.
In the back of my mind, I heard myself saying over and over again ‘I told you so’.
I should have listened.
I should have known.
I should have ran the day I met the player.
I should have known I couldn’t compete.
I should have known I couldn’t win.
I should have known I would lose.
Those were deadly games I was playing. No one wins in deadly games.
“Della, don’t close your eyes,” David said, his voice urgent. “Please, baby, stick with me.”
I hadn’t realized I had my eyes closed, it felt so sweet.
It felt easy, just like sleep.
I felt the pain draining away.
I felt myself slipping.
My mind travelled to Ms. Mary and the very first day I had walked into the store. I was bored, just aimlessly wandering the city, looking for something to do. I noticed the old-fashioned shop window, it looked like something out of a movie. I walked in, intrigued.
A little old lady was sitting behind the counter, her eyes clouded over, her pain hidden by a well-practiced smile.
I thought of David and his sweet-self. His bright green eyes and his crooked smile. I thought of the way I felt with him. The love I felt for him.
Death was sweet.
I heard sirens ring from far off.
I wasn’t worried about that now.
In a distant voice, I heard David’s last line to me, “I love you, Della. I always will.” His grass-green eyes entered my memory as I felt myself smiling. “I will never forget you.”
The touch of his hand slipped away from my fingertips as an incredible light shone in front of me.
A beautiful, blond haired girl with clear blue eyes stood in front of me, her hand out-stretched to me. Her smile rang out familiarly to me, a smile I had seen every day I walked into the bookstore.
Every doubt was erased from my mind as my hand touched hers.
Every trace of pain was gone.
I was gone.
THE END.
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I remember not understanding why he was scared.
“Della,” David gasped, his mouth open.
I tried to speak out, ask him what was wrong, but I couldn’t.
My voice was gone.
David’s arms started to shake with me in them as he stared at me with the same wide eyes.
David wasn’t staring into my eyes as he usually would do. I followed his eyes down to my side.
Staining my shirt was a giant red blot.
There was a ringing in my ear.
I felt myself collapse.
“Della!” David yelped as I hit the concrete hard. I didn’t feel a thing.
An intense pain in my side began to travel through my entire being, tingling my toes and fingertips.
I looked up at David’s familiar green eyes.
“Please, Del. Stick with me,” he pleaded, his eyes clouding over, his hand shaking mine.
I heard a commotion behind me, I assumed my neighbors had come out at the sound of the shot.
“I’ll call 9-1-1!” I heard a man call out to us.
“You hear that, Del? You’re going to get help. You’re going to be okay,” his mouth smiled but his eyes remained stricken. “You’ve got to be okay.” I heard not only David’s voice, but also Trey’s.
Every word he had ever said to me replayed painfully slow.
My memory of his wicked smile as he mouthed ‘See you tonight’ was bright and vivid.
It clicked.
“Trey,” I rasped to David.
“What, baby?” David asked, his voice urgent.
“Trey did this,” I said, my voice faint.
I saw his eyes gain understanding as his face twisted into a pained look. He nodded slowly.
In the back of my mind, I heard myself saying over and over again ‘I told you so’.
I should have listened.
I should have known.
I should have ran the day I met the player.
I should have known I couldn’t compete.
I should have known I couldn’t win.
I should have known I would lose.
Those were deadly games I was playing. No one wins in deadly games.
“Della, don’t close your eyes,” David said, his voice urgent. “Please, baby, stick with me.”
I hadn’t realized I had my eyes closed, it felt so sweet.
It felt easy, just like sleep.
I felt the pain draining away.
I felt myself slipping.
My mind travelled to Ms. Mary and the very first day I had walked into the store. I was bored, just aimlessly wandering the city, looking for something to do. I noticed the old-fashioned shop window, it looked like something out of a movie. I walked in, intrigued.
A little old lady was sitting behind the counter, her eyes clouded over, her pain hidden by a well-practiced smile.
I thought of David and his sweet-self. His bright green eyes and his crooked smile. I thought of the way I felt with him. The love I felt for him.
Death was sweet.
I heard sirens ring from far off.
I wasn’t worried about that now.
In a distant voice, I heard David’s last line to me, “I love you, Della. I always will.” His grass-green eyes entered my memory as I felt myself smiling. “I will never forget you.”
The touch of his hand slipped away from my fingertips as an incredible light shone in front of me.
A beautiful, blond haired girl with clear blue eyes stood in front of me, her hand out-stretched to me. Her smile rang out familiarly to me, a smile I had seen every day I walked into the bookstore.
Every doubt was erased from my mind as my hand touched hers.
Every trace of pain was gone.
I was gone.
THE END.
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Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Eighteen~
“I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms.
Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Eighteen~
“I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms.
Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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~Chapter
Seventeen~
His
eyes grew wide and turned to the most vibrant shade of green I
had ever seen.
“Oh baby, I love you too,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement and what sounded exactly what love should sound like.
My vision clouded over as pure happiness spread throughout my entire being.
I felt his hand cradle my face, pulling me into what had to be the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
As I stood there, with David’s arms around me, his lips and mine conjoined in a pact of pure love, I felt myself thinking back to last summer.
To the day when Ms. Mary finished her story for me.
She had come into the Biography Room, asking for me to join her for a cup of peppermint tea.
As we sat there, the summer rain pouring outside the window, Ms. Mary told me everything.
“I’m sure you remember me talking about my lovely Kenny, correct?” she asked me, the name I had assumed was the name of her ex-husband. “Well, there is more to the story. I felt I owed it to you to finish it.”
I knew I should have told her she only needed to tell me what she wanted to, but I was curious. I wanted to know the rest. I wanted to know about the only thing that could ever seem to get her down.
“He did come back from the war, you know. Everyone told me I was so lucky. At the time, I had thought so as well,” she pushed her hair back behind her ear, turning her face to the window. “I was in love, deary. I was absolutely, one hundred percent sure I was. Kenny became an elementary school teacher, he taught third grade math. Seeing all those cute little children, I naturally wanted one of my own. Well, I soon became pregnant.” She began to smile. “I remember walking around the town, my pregnant belly sticking out for everyone to see, it was like an emblem of our love for one another. All my girlfriends told me they were so jealous,” she giggled like a young school girl, her tired eyes dancing. “I was the first one to get pregnant and with the best man in town!”
She looked at me, seeing my look of confusion on my face.
“That’s what everyone said. They said he was so sweet, so funny, so smart, and oh-so handsome. Everyone wanted to talk to him. All the girls wanted him, all the boys wanted to be him. It was impossible to hate Kenny. Impossible.”
At this point, I was fully into the story. Ms. Mary had always been excellent at telling stories, and this one was about a secret part of her life I had never heard before. It was safe to say I was sitting on the edge of my seat.
“The first night it happened, I was waiting up for him at about one in the morning. Kenny had been out drinking with some friends from his regiment. Usually, they would go down to the local bar and would drink responsibly. I had just figured he was busy reminiscing about the war, something they often did.” She paused to take a sip of her tea. “I had been reading a novel about parenting, I was six months pregnant and over the moon about it all. I was sitting in the bed, one lamp on next to me, reading quietly waiting for my husband. That was all!” Her voice raised, her eyebrows cinching together in confusion.
“When I heard him come in at about one, I had set my book down to go greet him and fix him some supper if he wanted. As soon as I entered the kitchen, which is where he was crashing around, I knew something was different about tonight. The entire room reeked of cheap alcohol and French perfume. His eyes were droopy as they scanned the room settling suddenly on me. I remember feeling scared beyond belief. The normally sweet and loving eyes were turned sour. He had stumbled to the floor, I remember that, so I went to help him. He had already got up before I reached him. I was too close to him, I realize that now. I should have just gone to bed. As I stood next to him, his hands quickly slapped me across the face, calling me names I will never repeat.”
She looked down to stir her tea, refusing to make eye contact with me. “And that’s the way it continued for the next months of my pregnancy. Every now and then, when he would go to the girls’ club and drink a bit too much, his rage would be taken out on me. I covered it up well, I had become an expert. I made excuses for him, I had a million of them.”
We stopped talking as a middle-aged man came in, heading straight for the bathroom next to the entrance.
Ms. Mary didn't even acknowledge him.
The only thing on her mind was the past.
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“Oh baby, I love you too,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement and what sounded exactly what love should sound like.
My vision clouded over as pure happiness spread throughout my entire being.
I felt his hand cradle my face, pulling me into what had to be the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
As I stood there, with David’s arms around me, his lips and mine conjoined in a pact of pure love, I felt myself thinking back to last summer.
To the day when Ms. Mary finished her story for me.
She had come into the Biography Room, asking for me to join her for a cup of peppermint tea.
As we sat there, the summer rain pouring outside the window, Ms. Mary told me everything.
“I’m sure you remember me talking about my lovely Kenny, correct?” she asked me, the name I had assumed was the name of her ex-husband. “Well, there is more to the story. I felt I owed it to you to finish it.”
I knew I should have told her she only needed to tell me what she wanted to, but I was curious. I wanted to know the rest. I wanted to know about the only thing that could ever seem to get her down.
“He did come back from the war, you know. Everyone told me I was so lucky. At the time, I had thought so as well,” she pushed her hair back behind her ear, turning her face to the window. “I was in love, deary. I was absolutely, one hundred percent sure I was. Kenny became an elementary school teacher, he taught third grade math. Seeing all those cute little children, I naturally wanted one of my own. Well, I soon became pregnant.” She began to smile. “I remember walking around the town, my pregnant belly sticking out for everyone to see, it was like an emblem of our love for one another. All my girlfriends told me they were so jealous,” she giggled like a young school girl, her tired eyes dancing. “I was the first one to get pregnant and with the best man in town!”
She looked at me, seeing my look of confusion on my face.
“That’s what everyone said. They said he was so sweet, so funny, so smart, and oh-so handsome. Everyone wanted to talk to him. All the girls wanted him, all the boys wanted to be him. It was impossible to hate Kenny. Impossible.”
At this point, I was fully into the story. Ms. Mary had always been excellent at telling stories, and this one was about a secret part of her life I had never heard before. It was safe to say I was sitting on the edge of my seat.
“The first night it happened, I was waiting up for him at about one in the morning. Kenny had been out drinking with some friends from his regiment. Usually, they would go down to the local bar and would drink responsibly. I had just figured he was busy reminiscing about the war, something they often did.” She paused to take a sip of her tea. “I had been reading a novel about parenting, I was six months pregnant and over the moon about it all. I was sitting in the bed, one lamp on next to me, reading quietly waiting for my husband. That was all!” Her voice raised, her eyebrows cinching together in confusion.
“When I heard him come in at about one, I had set my book down to go greet him and fix him some supper if he wanted. As soon as I entered the kitchen, which is where he was crashing around, I knew something was different about tonight. The entire room reeked of cheap alcohol and French perfume. His eyes were droopy as they scanned the room settling suddenly on me. I remember feeling scared beyond belief. The normally sweet and loving eyes were turned sour. He had stumbled to the floor, I remember that, so I went to help him. He had already got up before I reached him. I was too close to him, I realize that now. I should have just gone to bed. As I stood next to him, his hands quickly slapped me across the face, calling me names I will never repeat.”
She looked down to stir her tea, refusing to make eye contact with me. “And that’s the way it continued for the next months of my pregnancy. Every now and then, when he would go to the girls’ club and drink a bit too much, his rage would be taken out on me. I covered it up well, I had become an expert. I made excuses for him, I had a million of them.”
We stopped talking as a middle-aged man came in, heading straight for the bathroom next to the entrance.
Ms. Mary didn't even acknowledge him.
The only thing on her mind was the past.
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“I’m walking you home,”
David said, taking my hand in his as we headed down the sidewalk
from the bookstore.
A small bruise was forming underneath his left eye.
I nodded, my thoughts distant. The only thing I could remember was David fighting so fearlessly for me and the way Trey’s mouth moved as he threatened me before he sprinted away.
Neither were what I had thought.
I honestly thought Trey was the one for me. I had thought he was spontaneous and exciting. He intrigued me. I was interested.
I was interested enough to let him in, to make myself vulnerable. I let him play his game.
David, the boy I had thought was just another boy, turned out to be my savior. The one who truly cared for me, the one who I was safe with.
I looked up into his bright green eyes, his face staring ahead seriously, every thought bent on getting me home safely as we walked through the dark.
“Baby,” I said softly, stopping short.
As I stood for that blink of a second while David continued to walk, I heard a noise behind me.
I had an irrationally urgent feeling of being unsafe sweep over me.
David halted a few steps ahead of me, looking back at me, his face softening as he heard my voice call him the pet-name. I suddenly forgot all about my fear of my dark surroundings. “Yes?”
I looked down at my shoes, tapping the toes together, completely chickening out of what I wanted to say.
He felt the hesitance in my voice. He stepped towards me, cupping his palm underneath my chin, lifting my face to his.
I knew his eyes were on me, but I was so scared, I couldn’t bear to look at them.
“Della.” I shivered silently as I heard him whisper my name.
I slowly lifted my eyes, letting them rest on each feature on his face momentarily. The strong lines of his chin, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the crook on his nose, and into the deep sea of green.
I felt myself soak in the familiarity of the two beautiful grass-green eyes, every doubt pouring out of me.
I took a shallow breath, feeling my breath getting tight in my throat, knowing this was the first time I was ever going to say the words to anyone.
I had no idea it was going to be my last.
David’s green eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to say what I knew had to be said.
I looked at him, trying my best to stay strong and not melt away. When I had felt the courage come to me, I said to him in a shaky voice, “I love you.”
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A small bruise was forming underneath his left eye.
I nodded, my thoughts distant. The only thing I could remember was David fighting so fearlessly for me and the way Trey’s mouth moved as he threatened me before he sprinted away.
Neither were what I had thought.
I honestly thought Trey was the one for me. I had thought he was spontaneous and exciting. He intrigued me. I was interested.
I was interested enough to let him in, to make myself vulnerable. I let him play his game.
David, the boy I had thought was just another boy, turned out to be my savior. The one who truly cared for me, the one who I was safe with.
I looked up into his bright green eyes, his face staring ahead seriously, every thought bent on getting me home safely as we walked through the dark.
“Baby,” I said softly, stopping short.
As I stood for that blink of a second while David continued to walk, I heard a noise behind me.
I had an irrationally urgent feeling of being unsafe sweep over me.
David halted a few steps ahead of me, looking back at me, his face softening as he heard my voice call him the pet-name. I suddenly forgot all about my fear of my dark surroundings. “Yes?”
I looked down at my shoes, tapping the toes together, completely chickening out of what I wanted to say.
He felt the hesitance in my voice. He stepped towards me, cupping his palm underneath my chin, lifting my face to his.
I knew his eyes were on me, but I was so scared, I couldn’t bear to look at them.
“Della.” I shivered silently as I heard him whisper my name.
I slowly lifted my eyes, letting them rest on each feature on his face momentarily. The strong lines of his chin, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the crook on his nose, and into the deep sea of green.
I felt myself soak in the familiarity of the two beautiful grass-green eyes, every doubt pouring out of me.
I took a shallow breath, feeling my breath getting tight in my throat, knowing this was the first time I was ever going to say the words to anyone.
I had no idea it was going to be my last.
David’s green eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to say what I knew had to be said.
I looked at him, trying my best to stay strong and not melt away. When I had felt the courage come to me, I said to him in a shaky voice, “I love you.”
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in his arms
Chapter
22
I crawled in through my
window, being as soundless as possible. I snuck Anthony one last
kiss from outside the window, and shut it almost all the way.
I kept the light off as I changed out of the wet, sandy clothes and into dry, clean ones.
I pulled out my bucket list and crossed off everything I’d done that night.
7. Sneak out
of the house.
11. Go skinny dipping.
15. Have a picnic.
21. Kiss in the
rain.
As I was putting it away, there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Morgan stood in the doorway, her hair a raging mess and her eyes smudged with last night’s makeup. “Where have you been?”
“What?” I breathed.
“Where have you been?” she repeated. “I came in here earlier tonight looking for you. To make sure you were still breathing. And you’re gone.”
I looked her straight in the eyes, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her. I’d never lied before; I hadn’t done anything worth lying over.
“Anthony came around. He wanted to spend a little time with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged a hip. “Kaitlyn, you can’t sneak out like that.”
I sighed and threw the sopping wet clothes in the corner. She followed them with her eyes. “Why are those clothes wet?”
“We went swimming too, okay?”
She buried her face in her hands. “Kail, do you understand how sick you are? You can’t do that! You could’ve passed out or gotten an illness. You need to know your own body—“
“Stop trying to act like my mother, Morgan,” I grumbled. “You’re my sister, not my mom.”
“Well someone has to be.”
“I’m fine on my own.”
“You don’t have to be alone though, Kaitlyn. You have Aidan and I, and Anthony. We’re here for you. You seem to be stuck on the fact that you’re completely alone, that you have to do this alone. You’re allowed to have help, you know.”
“I don’t want it. I’m fine.”
“You’re not!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’re always picking fights with me and you never even talk to Aidan anymore. He used to be like a brother to you. I was your best friend and now I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when I’m around you. And you’re hanging out with some boy who sneaks out of the house doing God-knows-what—“ She stopped short, eyeing me. “You didn’t drink or so drugs, or anything bad tonight, right?”
I felt my face grow red. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Did you get high? What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“You did smoke! I knew it!”
“I lost my virginity, okay?” I breathed, and as I said the words aloud for the first time, it hit me how real they were.
Her eyes widened as she staggered back, like she’d just been hit. “You know, Kail, I can’t help you unless you want to help yourself,” she told me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow. You won’t have to deal with or worry about me anymore.”
She sighed heavily. “That might not be a bad thing.”
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I kept the light off as I changed out of the wet, sandy clothes and into dry, clean ones.
I pulled out my bucket list and crossed off everything I’d done that night.
As I was putting it away, there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Morgan stood in the doorway, her hair a raging mess and her eyes smudged with last night’s makeup. “Where have you been?”
“What?” I breathed.
“Where have you been?” she repeated. “I came in here earlier tonight looking for you. To make sure you were still breathing. And you’re gone.”
I looked her straight in the eyes, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her. I’d never lied before; I hadn’t done anything worth lying over.
“Anthony came around. He wanted to spend a little time with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged a hip. “Kaitlyn, you can’t sneak out like that.”
I sighed and threw the sopping wet clothes in the corner. She followed them with her eyes. “Why are those clothes wet?”
“We went swimming too, okay?”
She buried her face in her hands. “Kail, do you understand how sick you are? You can’t do that! You could’ve passed out or gotten an illness. You need to know your own body—“
“Stop trying to act like my mother, Morgan,” I grumbled. “You’re my sister, not my mom.”
“Well someone has to be.”
“I’m fine on my own.”
“You don’t have to be alone though, Kaitlyn. You have Aidan and I, and Anthony. We’re here for you. You seem to be stuck on the fact that you’re completely alone, that you have to do this alone. You’re allowed to have help, you know.”
“I don’t want it. I’m fine.”
“You’re not!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’re always picking fights with me and you never even talk to Aidan anymore. He used to be like a brother to you. I was your best friend and now I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when I’m around you. And you’re hanging out with some boy who sneaks out of the house doing God-knows-what—“ She stopped short, eyeing me. “You didn’t drink or so drugs, or anything bad tonight, right?”
I felt my face grow red. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Did you get high? What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“You did smoke! I knew it!”
“I lost my virginity, okay?” I breathed, and as I said the words aloud for the first time, it hit me how real they were.
Her eyes widened as she staggered back, like she’d just been hit. “You know, Kail, I can’t help you unless you want to help yourself,” she told me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow. You won’t have to deal with or worry about me anymore.”
She sighed heavily. “That might not be a bad thing.”
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in his arms
Chapter
21
I’d never had
someone care about me as much as Anthony did. To be completely
honest, being cared about is one of the greatest feelings in the
world. To know that someone out there wants the best for you,
wants to help you, wants to be the reason you smile, it’s
indescribable.
I swear that night I fell in love with Anthony Thompson.
I didn’t want to upset him anymore, so I dropped the subject.
With a newfound courage, I stood up, leaving him on the blanket. “I want to go skinny dipping,” I announced.
“What?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“I want to go skinny dipping,” I said again, removing my sweatshirt.
He laughed shortly. “With me around?”
“You can come too.”
“What?” he chuckled, and I wasn’t sure if it was a laugh to hide his awkwardness about the situation or because he thought it was funny. “You won’t get naked in front of me right now.”
“Watch me,” I flirted, kicking off my shoes.
He followed me, standing and removing his shoes. “What happened to the old Kaitlyn?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bony abdomen. I remembered how fit he was before he lost all his weight.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting my shorts fall to the sand.
In my tank and underwear, before I was completely naked, I bolted for the water, and he was close behind me. We splashed into the delicate ripples, shattering them, our laughter reverberating through the forests and over the water. He grabbed my waist and dragged me down beneath the water. I giggled as I bobbed back up for air, finding him gasping as well. I began to take off my remaining articles of clothing, hurling them back onto the beach, and he followed me.
It wasn’t skinny dipping unless you were completely naked.
He kept everything below his waist under the water, and I did the same with my chest. There was something sort of beautiful about him; standing there, half-naked, his wet body glistening in the moonlight. His quirky grin wasn’t just attractive or handsome.
He was beautiful.
I felt something pelt my head, and the water began to ripple abnormally as it began to rain. Anthony grinned at me as he flopped back into the water, and I took that opportunity to sprint for the shore to somewhat clothe myself.
He was close behind me. After he only put his shorts on, he spun me around. I was only in a bra and underwear. And he kissed me.
Urgency filled his movements. Yearning, passion. I knew they filled mine too. He picked me up, his hands on my upper thigh, and carried me to the back of his car.
We were unclothed again. I felt his fingers cascade up and down my body, love filling his eyes as he touched me. He folded himself around me, and the way his bare body intertwined with mine was graceful.
He was graceful.
Our soaking naked bodies lay, his on top of mine. I rubbed my fingers over his bare scalp as he breathed heavily, his head on my bare chest.
He slid his arms beneath my back. I loved his hugs. I felt needed, wanted. In his arms, I felt loved. Like I had a purpose. Like I was someone’s reason to smile, laugh, fight, live, even. I loved the feeling his arms brought over me.
I swear that night I fell in love with Anthony Thompson.
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I didn’t want to upset him anymore, so I dropped the subject.
With a newfound courage, I stood up, leaving him on the blanket. “I want to go skinny dipping,” I announced.
“What?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“I want to go skinny dipping,” I said again, removing my sweatshirt.
He laughed shortly. “With me around?”
“You can come too.”
“What?” he chuckled, and I wasn’t sure if it was a laugh to hide his awkwardness about the situation or because he thought it was funny. “You won’t get naked in front of me right now.”
“Watch me,” I flirted, kicking off my shoes.
He followed me, standing and removing his shoes. “What happened to the old Kaitlyn?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bony abdomen. I remembered how fit he was before he lost all his weight.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting my shorts fall to the sand.
In my tank and underwear, before I was completely naked, I bolted for the water, and he was close behind me. We splashed into the delicate ripples, shattering them, our laughter reverberating through the forests and over the water. He grabbed my waist and dragged me down beneath the water. I giggled as I bobbed back up for air, finding him gasping as well. I began to take off my remaining articles of clothing, hurling them back onto the beach, and he followed me.
It wasn’t skinny dipping unless you were completely naked.
He kept everything below his waist under the water, and I did the same with my chest. There was something sort of beautiful about him; standing there, half-naked, his wet body glistening in the moonlight. His quirky grin wasn’t just attractive or handsome.
He was beautiful.
I felt something pelt my head, and the water began to ripple abnormally as it began to rain. Anthony grinned at me as he flopped back into the water, and I took that opportunity to sprint for the shore to somewhat clothe myself.
He was close behind me. After he only put his shorts on, he spun me around. I was only in a bra and underwear. And he kissed me.
Urgency filled his movements. Yearning, passion. I knew they filled mine too. He picked me up, his hands on my upper thigh, and carried me to the back of his car.
We were unclothed again. I felt his fingers cascade up and down my body, love filling his eyes as he touched me. He folded himself around me, and the way his bare body intertwined with mine was graceful.
He was graceful.
Our soaking naked bodies lay, his on top of mine. I rubbed my fingers over his bare scalp as he breathed heavily, his head on my bare chest.
He slid his arms beneath my back. I loved his hugs. I felt needed, wanted. In his arms, I felt loved. Like I had a purpose. Like I was someone’s reason to smile, laugh, fight, live, even. I loved the feeling his arms brought over me.
I swear that night I fell in love with Anthony Thompson.
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