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THE CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS AND SOMEONE ELSE'S
SKIN. THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DISCUSSION YOU CAN EVER HAVE.
“
She is
delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a
splendid adventure.
— STEVE
MARABOLI
Down to the Second.
Chapter Twenty-Four//♥
When Carter and I finish, I realize that my mother and Walter are still downstairs waiting for us. It’s been a good two hours, so I’m sure they’re suspicious. Oddly enough, however, no one has come to the door yet. Carter and I are lying in my bed, just looking at each other. He has a little smile playing at his lips, and the way his eyes meet mine makes me feel at home.
“I really love you.” He says quietly, moving a piece of hair from in front of my eyes gently. I feel myself start to blush, and he giggles. “What?” I say, also laughing.
“You’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My cheeks redden, and I giggle again.
“C’mon, we should probably go downstairs.” I say, wrapping myself in a thin blanket and standing up, embarrassed for the first time in front of a guy to be casually naked.
“Oh, you don’t need that blanket.” I can tell he was flirting to get me to lie back down, and I really want to, but I know we have to face reality. “Besides, how am I supposed to go downstairs and face your mother after what we just did?”
“It’ll be fine. Now please, get up. I have to try to convince them to let me stay here, with you.”
“Delilah…you know that isn’t going to happen.” He says almost silently.
“How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through? After what we just did? I can’t believe you!” I yank on my shirt and pants quickly, not wanting him to see me undressed.
“No, D, that’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to see you get in trouble. I’ll write you letters every day, and I’ll visit you whenever I can. We can make it work, I promise.” I sigh, realizing that he’s right; there’s no way I can stay here without the cops finding me. Why did I have to do this to myself? The one guy I’m actually willing to commit to, and I ruin it for myself. I walk over and hug him, pulling him up so that he’s sitting upright on my bed. He’s still naked, but it doesn’t matter. I never want to let him go.
“Get dressed, okay? We have to go downstairs.” He nods and stands up, not bothering to cover himself, which I don’t mind. He dresses himself quickly, and after fixing my hair and makeup, we walk downstairs slowly, knowing that we’re about to potentially ruin us.
“What took you guys so long up there?” My mother asks skeptically.
“We were just talking, it’s fine.” I pause, hoping I can hold myself together enough to tell her my decision. “I think you and Walter are right. We should move. It’s…for the best.” Feeling defeated, I bury my face into Carter’s chest, and he awkwardly wraps his arms around my loosely. My mom joins in on the hug, trying to be understanding.
“It’ll be okay honey. You’re grounded for the rest of your life, but it’ll be okay.” She lets go of me and walks upstairs, and Walter follows her uncertainly. I can’t believe I am going to be stuck with him forever.
“Well, want to help me pack?” I ask Carter, and he reluctantly nods and follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom once again.
Ahh this is too sad for me D:
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Chapter Twenty-Four//♥
When Carter and I finish, I realize that my mother and Walter are still downstairs waiting for us. It’s been a good two hours, so I’m sure they’re suspicious. Oddly enough, however, no one has come to the door yet. Carter and I are lying in my bed, just looking at each other. He has a little smile playing at his lips, and the way his eyes meet mine makes me feel at home.
“I really love you.” He says quietly, moving a piece of hair from in front of my eyes gently. I feel myself start to blush, and he giggles. “What?” I say, also laughing.
“You’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My cheeks redden, and I giggle again.
“C’mon, we should probably go downstairs.” I say, wrapping myself in a thin blanket and standing up, embarrassed for the first time in front of a guy to be casually naked.
“Oh, you don’t need that blanket.” I can tell he was flirting to get me to lie back down, and I really want to, but I know we have to face reality. “Besides, how am I supposed to go downstairs and face your mother after what we just did?”
“It’ll be fine. Now please, get up. I have to try to convince them to let me stay here, with you.”
“Delilah…you know that isn’t going to happen.” He says almost silently.
“How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through? After what we just did? I can’t believe you!” I yank on my shirt and pants quickly, not wanting him to see me undressed.
“No, D, that’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to see you get in trouble. I’ll write you letters every day, and I’ll visit you whenever I can. We can make it work, I promise.” I sigh, realizing that he’s right; there’s no way I can stay here without the cops finding me. Why did I have to do this to myself? The one guy I’m actually willing to commit to, and I ruin it for myself. I walk over and hug him, pulling him up so that he’s sitting upright on my bed. He’s still naked, but it doesn’t matter. I never want to let him go.
“Get dressed, okay? We have to go downstairs.” He nods and stands up, not bothering to cover himself, which I don’t mind. He dresses himself quickly, and after fixing my hair and makeup, we walk downstairs slowly, knowing that we’re about to potentially ruin us.
“What took you guys so long up there?” My mother asks skeptically.
“We were just talking, it’s fine.” I pause, hoping I can hold myself together enough to tell her my decision. “I think you and Walter are right. We should move. It’s…for the best.” Feeling defeated, I bury my face into Carter’s chest, and he awkwardly wraps his arms around my loosely. My mom joins in on the hug, trying to be understanding.
“It’ll be okay honey. You’re grounded for the rest of your life, but it’ll be okay.” She lets go of me and walks upstairs, and Walter follows her uncertainly. I can’t believe I am going to be stuck with him forever.
“Well, want to help me pack?” I ask Carter, and he reluctantly nods and follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom once again.
Ahh this is too sad for me D:
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Chapter Twenty-Three//♥
“Are you being serious?” My mother looks at Walter, wild eyed. He nods.
“I used to live there, and I paid off the house a while back, so I just decided to keep it as a vacation house. We can move there, where Delilah won’t be hiding from the cops.” He shrugs and looks at the ground. “It was just an idea.” I’m shocked at how dedicated he is to my mother, but I refuse to move to New York with him.
“What about Carter?” I ask my mother.
“He didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, doesn’t he have a family here? I mean, Delilah, that’d be kidnapping.” I look at Carter, and he’s staring at his shoes. “I think maybe Walter is right. I mean, how are we supposed to continue living here when you murdered someone? It’s only a matter of time before the cops come looking for you! Wouldn’t you rather move than be arrested?”
“I don’t think you understand. My life is here. I love Carter, and I don’t want to lose him. I can’t just move away from him!” Imagining myself without Carter literally hurts me. He’s saved me every time I’ve needed saving, and we’ve grown too close to be separated now.
“Honey, I know this will be hard for you, but what other choice do we have? If you stay here, you’ll be put in jail, without a doubt! You won’t be with Carter anyway!” This makes me mad.
“Then we’ll just runaway together…right Carter?” I look at him, and his eyes meet mine curiously.
“Well, I don’t know if I can do that, D…” He stampers over his words, making me furious.
“Can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?” I ask Carter, and he nods. “Excuse us.” I say to my mom, heading up the stairs and going into my room with Carter. “What the he/l is wrong with you? Do you want me to move to New York? We’ll never see each other again! I thought…” I stop, getting emotional. “Forget it.” I say, pulling my suitcase from under my bed. “I’ll leave, and move to New York with my mother and her horrible boyfriend, and you can find someone else to obsess over.” I open my dresser and start throwing my clothes into the bag angrily, and Carter grabs my hand to stop me.
“Delilah, how many times have I proved to you that I love you? From that night at that stupid Ball, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I took care of you when you got lost at that party, drunk off your a/s, and I saved you when you were nearly killed at Sherman’s. I was arrested because of you, and yet, I still love you, and you know what Delilah? We’re not even officially dating. I can’t even call you my girlfriend, something that I’ve wanted to do since the second I laid eyes on you.” My heart feels heavy suddenly, and I stare into his eyes. “I don’t want you to move to New York, D, but I also don’t want to see you rot in jail. So I don’t know what to do.” He must be able to tell how upset I am, because he wraps his arms around me gently, cloaking me in his wonderful smell and warmth. I start to cry, trying not to, but not able to hold it in. He grabs my face gently and lifts it so that I’m looking right at him. “I love you, Delilah Shawn.”
“Carter…” I whimper. Those words scare me more than anything. Every time I’ve heard it from a man, they’ve turned their backs on me. That’s why I don’t commit to just one guy.
“What? Don’t you love me? I mean, you just told your mother that you do…”
“It’s not that Carter…I’m just scared.”
“You don’t have to be…it’s me. I’d never hurt you.” I kiss him suddenly, hoping that I can show him that I love him without actually saying it, because it’s the words that frighten me so much, not the actions. He pulls me over to my bed and we lie down, still kissing softly. I move on top of him, kissing him harder, happy that I locked my bedroom door. His arms wrap around my lower back, close to my butt. He seems hesitant, like every other time we’ve really kissed, so I stop kissing him for a moment and just look at him. I give him a look to tell him that this is okay, and he starts taking initiative, rolling on top of me and kissing down my neck and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My nails scratch down his back, and I yank off his shirt quickly, kissing down his chest. I feel the hair on the back of his neck raise, so I continue until he finally loses control and pins me down, kissing me toughly while wriggling off my shirt. He manages to quickly get my shirt and bra off, while I get his pants off, leaving him in only his underwear. He starts working at my pants after looking at me one last time to make sure I was comfortable with it. I simply nod at him, and he pulls them off with little hardship, which was surprising considering I was wearing skinny jeans. After that, I realize that this wasn’t going to stop, so I reach into my nightstand and grab a condom, and from there, it was the best night of my life.
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Chapter Twenty-Three//♥
“Are you being serious?” My mother looks at Walter, wild eyed. He nods.
“I used to live there, and I paid off the house a while back, so I just decided to keep it as a vacation house. We can move there, where Delilah won’t be hiding from the cops.” He shrugs and looks at the ground. “It was just an idea.” I’m shocked at how dedicated he is to my mother, but I refuse to move to New York with him.
“What about Carter?” I ask my mother.
“He didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, doesn’t he have a family here? I mean, Delilah, that’d be kidnapping.” I look at Carter, and he’s staring at his shoes. “I think maybe Walter is right. I mean, how are we supposed to continue living here when you murdered someone? It’s only a matter of time before the cops come looking for you! Wouldn’t you rather move than be arrested?”
“I don’t think you understand. My life is here. I love Carter, and I don’t want to lose him. I can’t just move away from him!” Imagining myself without Carter literally hurts me. He’s saved me every time I’ve needed saving, and we’ve grown too close to be separated now.
“Honey, I know this will be hard for you, but what other choice do we have? If you stay here, you’ll be put in jail, without a doubt! You won’t be with Carter anyway!” This makes me mad.
“Then we’ll just runaway together…right Carter?” I look at him, and his eyes meet mine curiously.
“Well, I don’t know if I can do that, D…” He stampers over his words, making me furious.
“Can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?” I ask Carter, and he nods. “Excuse us.” I say to my mom, heading up the stairs and going into my room with Carter. “What the he/l is wrong with you? Do you want me to move to New York? We’ll never see each other again! I thought…” I stop, getting emotional. “Forget it.” I say, pulling my suitcase from under my bed. “I’ll leave, and move to New York with my mother and her horrible boyfriend, and you can find someone else to obsess over.” I open my dresser and start throwing my clothes into the bag angrily, and Carter grabs my hand to stop me.
“Delilah, how many times have I proved to you that I love you? From that night at that stupid Ball, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I took care of you when you got lost at that party, drunk off your a/s, and I saved you when you were nearly killed at Sherman’s. I was arrested because of you, and yet, I still love you, and you know what Delilah? We’re not even officially dating. I can’t even call you my girlfriend, something that I’ve wanted to do since the second I laid eyes on you.” My heart feels heavy suddenly, and I stare into his eyes. “I don’t want you to move to New York, D, but I also don’t want to see you rot in jail. So I don’t know what to do.” He must be able to tell how upset I am, because he wraps his arms around me gently, cloaking me in his wonderful smell and warmth. I start to cry, trying not to, but not able to hold it in. He grabs my face gently and lifts it so that I’m looking right at him. “I love you, Delilah Shawn.”
“Carter…” I whimper. Those words scare me more than anything. Every time I’ve heard it from a man, they’ve turned their backs on me. That’s why I don’t commit to just one guy.
“What? Don’t you love me? I mean, you just told your mother that you do…”
“It’s not that Carter…I’m just scared.”
“You don’t have to be…it’s me. I’d never hurt you.” I kiss him suddenly, hoping that I can show him that I love him without actually saying it, because it’s the words that frighten me so much, not the actions. He pulls me over to my bed and we lie down, still kissing softly. I move on top of him, kissing him harder, happy that I locked my bedroom door. His arms wrap around my lower back, close to my butt. He seems hesitant, like every other time we’ve really kissed, so I stop kissing him for a moment and just look at him. I give him a look to tell him that this is okay, and he starts taking initiative, rolling on top of me and kissing down my neck and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My nails scratch down his back, and I yank off his shirt quickly, kissing down his chest. I feel the hair on the back of his neck raise, so I continue until he finally loses control and pins me down, kissing me toughly while wriggling off my shirt. He manages to quickly get my shirt and bra off, while I get his pants off, leaving him in only his underwear. He starts working at my pants after looking at me one last time to make sure I was comfortable with it. I simply nod at him, and he pulls them off with little hardship, which was surprising considering I was wearing skinny jeans. After that, I realize that this wasn’t going to stop, so I reach into my nightstand and grab a condom, and from there, it was the best night of my life.
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Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two//♥
When we get to my house, we run into the living room, panting like dogs. It was a good three mile run, and we didn’t walk for even a second.
“Delilah, where have you been? And why are you so out of breath?” My mother immediately starts grilling me, but I have to catch my breath for a few minutes before I can answer.
“I was arrested. Carter got me out.” I say, and her jaw drops.
“Arrested? Delilah! What did you do?” She starts crying, and Walter comes up behind her and rubs her back.
“It’s not a big deal mom, but I think it’d be best if we leave town for a few days.”
“Delilah, what did you do?” Her eyes dig into mine, and I know she won’t give up.
“Mom…sit down, okay?” She reluctantly sits down on the sofa. “As you know, Jessie was killed. The man that killed her was being held in the jail here until his trial, and then he was being moved to the state prison.” I stop for a moment, not sure how to tell her. “Well, I went in the jail a few hours ago and convinced the officers to let me see him…and I killed him.” Her face crinkles up, and she looks like she’s going to be sick. “They caught me, and put me in jail, but I escaped.” She stays silent for a few minutes, and then finally coughs up a response.
“What about Carter?” She asks.
“He was with me when I killed the man, but he had no part in it. He tried to stop me. He was arrested with me, and we escaped together.” My mother starts to cry, and Walter hugs her awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I was afraid he was going to leave her because of how much of a screw up her daughter was, but he surprised me.
“I have a house in New York. Let’s just move there, and get out of this town before you’re caught.”
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Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two//♥
When we get to my house, we run into the living room, panting like dogs. It was a good three mile run, and we didn’t walk for even a second.
“Delilah, where have you been? And why are you so out of breath?” My mother immediately starts grilling me, but I have to catch my breath for a few minutes before I can answer.
“I was arrested. Carter got me out.” I say, and her jaw drops.
“Arrested? Delilah! What did you do?” She starts crying, and Walter comes up behind her and rubs her back.
“It’s not a big deal mom, but I think it’d be best if we leave town for a few days.”
“Delilah, what did you do?” Her eyes dig into mine, and I know she won’t give up.
“Mom…sit down, okay?” She reluctantly sits down on the sofa. “As you know, Jessie was killed. The man that killed her was being held in the jail here until his trial, and then he was being moved to the state prison.” I stop for a moment, not sure how to tell her. “Well, I went in the jail a few hours ago and convinced the officers to let me see him…and I killed him.” Her face crinkles up, and she looks like she’s going to be sick. “They caught me, and put me in jail, but I escaped.” She stays silent for a few minutes, and then finally coughs up a response.
“What about Carter?” She asks.
“He was with me when I killed the man, but he had no part in it. He tried to stop me. He was arrested with me, and we escaped together.” My mother starts to cry, and Walter hugs her awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I was afraid he was going to leave her because of how much of a screw up her daughter was, but he surprised me.
“I have a house in New York. Let’s just move there, and get out of this town before you’re caught.”
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Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One//♥
Carter and I are thrown into a cell when we arrive at the police station, knowing we were in huge trouble.
“I’ll be back to take one of you to a different cell soon.” The officer says as he locks the cell door. I look at Carter, and I can see that he’s fighting back tears.
“Carter…I’m so sorry.” I whisper. “I’ll tell the police you had nothing to do with it. I’ll tell them I tricked you into coming here with me, and you had no idea that I was going to do this. I’m going to get you out of this.”
“And what about you? You’re not just gonna be bailed out, D! You murdered someone!” He yells in a whisper, angrily. “I can’t believe I let you do this. What was I thinking? We were never going to get away with it!”
“Carter, relax!” Just as I go to continue, the officer appears again, unlocking the door.
“C’mon boy, let’s get you in your own cell.” He summons Carter out of the cell, and Carter slowly follows him.
“Wait!” I yell, “He had nothing to do with this. I can explain all of this. He didn’t even know I was planning on doing. I take full responsibly for this, just let him go.” The officer chuckles, and locks the cell door again.
“Sorry, toots. That’s not how it works.” They walk away, and I hear the cell next to mine open, and then shut loudly. When the officer leaves, I yell to Carter.
“Can you hear me?”
“Yeah.” He responds through his sniffles.
“We’re going to get out of here, I promise.” I look around my cell. There’s a small window very close to the ceiling, a disgusting toilet just below the window, a “bed” that’s basically a slab of rock chained to the wall, and a tiny blanket. I notice that there’s a gap between the wall separating mine and Carter’s cell and the ceiling, and I get an idea. “Do you have a blanket?” I say, loud enough so that Carter can hear me.
“Yeah, why?”
“Throw it over the wall and hang on to it tight. I’m coming over.” I hear him shuffle around, and then I see his blue blanket fling over the wall. I grab onto the end draped onto my side and wriggle up it until I can grasp the top of the wall. The space is tiny, so squeezing myself over hurts, and suddenly, I fall onto the other side. Luckily, Carter catches me before I hit the hard cement ground. “Thanks.” I whisper. He doesn’t answer me though, he just looks at me silently, his eyes filled with, not hatred, but love.
“You know,” he started, “I should hate you. I mean, we’re in jail because of you!” He pauses for a second, smiling. “But I don’t, and I don’t think I ever could.” He stops and kisses me suddenly, still cradling me in his arms. When we stop, and he puts me back on my feet, I can’t help but smile. I really thought that he was going to hate me forever, but he doesn’t.
“We have to get out of here.” I say, remembering that we’re still in jail. “Here, give me a boost, up to the window. Maybe I can break it.” I step into his hands, making me just tall enough to reach the window. I touch the glass, realizing it’s thick and I’ll never be able to punch it out. I reach down and slip my shoe off of my foot, thinking that maybe my heel is sharp enough to crack the glass. I start beating the window as hard as I can with my shoe, and after a few minutes, it actually cracks a tiny bit. I continue, and before I know it, I made a hole in the window. I then punch out the surrounding glass, scraping up my knuckles quite a bit, but making enough space so we could crawl out. I jump out of Carter’s hands and grab the two blankets, tying them together so it makes a long rope. “I have to go out legs first. I’ll take one end of the blanket out with me, and once I’m on the ground, you can use the other end to pull yourself out.” He nods and lifts me back up to the window. I put my legs out first, sitting on the ledge of the window, then jumping down to the ground, only about three feet from me. Still holding onto one end of the blanket, I feel a strong tug on it, knowing Carter is pulling himself up. I’m not very strong, but knowing that we could be caught at any second, my adrenalin is racing and I am able to hang on until Carter jumps out too. As soon as his feet touch the ground we run as fast as we can away from the jail, heading towards my house.
This chapter was too long, I had to break it up.
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Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One//♥
Carter and I are thrown into a cell when we arrive at the police station, knowing we were in huge trouble.
“I’ll be back to take one of you to a different cell soon.” The officer says as he locks the cell door. I look at Carter, and I can see that he’s fighting back tears.
“Carter…I’m so sorry.” I whisper. “I’ll tell the police you had nothing to do with it. I’ll tell them I tricked you into coming here with me, and you had no idea that I was going to do this. I’m going to get you out of this.”
“And what about you? You’re not just gonna be bailed out, D! You murdered someone!” He yells in a whisper, angrily. “I can’t believe I let you do this. What was I thinking? We were never going to get away with it!”
“Carter, relax!” Just as I go to continue, the officer appears again, unlocking the door.
“C’mon boy, let’s get you in your own cell.” He summons Carter out of the cell, and Carter slowly follows him.
“Wait!” I yell, “He had nothing to do with this. I can explain all of this. He didn’t even know I was planning on doing. I take full responsibly for this, just let him go.” The officer chuckles, and locks the cell door again.
“Sorry, toots. That’s not how it works.” They walk away, and I hear the cell next to mine open, and then shut loudly. When the officer leaves, I yell to Carter.
“Can you hear me?”
“Yeah.” He responds through his sniffles.
“We’re going to get out of here, I promise.” I look around my cell. There’s a small window very close to the ceiling, a disgusting toilet just below the window, a “bed” that’s basically a slab of rock chained to the wall, and a tiny blanket. I notice that there’s a gap between the wall separating mine and Carter’s cell and the ceiling, and I get an idea. “Do you have a blanket?” I say, loud enough so that Carter can hear me.
“Yeah, why?”
“Throw it over the wall and hang on to it tight. I’m coming over.” I hear him shuffle around, and then I see his blue blanket fling over the wall. I grab onto the end draped onto my side and wriggle up it until I can grasp the top of the wall. The space is tiny, so squeezing myself over hurts, and suddenly, I fall onto the other side. Luckily, Carter catches me before I hit the hard cement ground. “Thanks.” I whisper. He doesn’t answer me though, he just looks at me silently, his eyes filled with, not hatred, but love.
“You know,” he started, “I should hate you. I mean, we’re in jail because of you!” He pauses for a second, smiling. “But I don’t, and I don’t think I ever could.” He stops and kisses me suddenly, still cradling me in his arms. When we stop, and he puts me back on my feet, I can’t help but smile. I really thought that he was going to hate me forever, but he doesn’t.
“We have to get out of here.” I say, remembering that we’re still in jail. “Here, give me a boost, up to the window. Maybe I can break it.” I step into his hands, making me just tall enough to reach the window. I touch the glass, realizing it’s thick and I’ll never be able to punch it out. I reach down and slip my shoe off of my foot, thinking that maybe my heel is sharp enough to crack the glass. I start beating the window as hard as I can with my shoe, and after a few minutes, it actually cracks a tiny bit. I continue, and before I know it, I made a hole in the window. I then punch out the surrounding glass, scraping up my knuckles quite a bit, but making enough space so we could crawl out. I jump out of Carter’s hands and grab the two blankets, tying them together so it makes a long rope. “I have to go out legs first. I’ll take one end of the blanket out with me, and once I’m on the ground, you can use the other end to pull yourself out.” He nods and lifts me back up to the window. I put my legs out first, sitting on the ledge of the window, then jumping down to the ground, only about three feet from me. Still holding onto one end of the blanket, I feel a strong tug on it, knowing Carter is pulling himself up. I’m not very strong, but knowing that we could be caught at any second, my adrenalin is racing and I am able to hang on until Carter jumps out too. As soon as his feet touch the ground we run as fast as we can away from the jail, heading towards my house.
This chapter was too long, I had to break it up.
Anyway, hello! It's been a while!
I'm considering entering this novel in a contest. What do you readers think?
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Chapter Twenty-One//♥
When Carter pulls up to the jail, I jump out quickly, rushing for the door. He runs closely behind, scraping my heel with his shoe multiple times. I think he knows what I’m going to do, he just hopes that I change my mind.
“Ma’am, where do you think you’re going?” I hear an officer, obviously on guard, ask me. I slow down and try to act casual.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are visiting times over?” I ask sweetly, giving him a smile. He blushes a little.
“Erm…no, you’ve got an hour or so. Who are you here to visit?”
“My uncle, he was just brought in a few hours ago.” I lie easily.
“Oh, that guy? He’s disgusting. Don’t you know what he did? He’s being kept under lots of security, and is too dangerous to be visited. I’m sorry.” Knowing I had to get this guy to cave in, I start to cry, burying my face into my palms. “What’s wrong, ma’am?”
“It’s just…I love him, and I know he’s a criminal, but he practically raised me, and if he gets the death penalty…” I start to sob harder, and I can tell the officer feels bad. “I just want to see him one last time, just for a minute. Please…” The officer picks up a phone and dials a number, then waits for someone to pick up.
“Yes, I have a young lady down here who would like to come up and see Mr. Smith…yes, I know that’s not allowed, but listen, she just wants a second, and she has a young man here with her…thank you so much, she’ll be up in a minute.” He looks at me. “They’re giving you ten minutes alone with him. Go upstairs, he’s in cell 264.”
“Oh, thank you so much!” I run over and hug the officer, smile at him, and then go up the stairs with Carter.
“Wow…” He says.
“What? I always get what I want.” I snicker.
“You’re not actually going to do this, are you?” His voice is shaking, knowing that he will get in huge trouble if we get caught, but willing to do it for me.
“Just watch me.” We reach the top of the stairs and take a left, until we reach cell 264. A gray haired man with rotting gray teeth and moles on his face looks at us and moves to the front of the cell.
“What the he/l do you want?” He asks us. I quietly try to wriggle the gun from my purse while Carter covers me.
“Just wanted to uhh…you know…” Carter tries to think of something to say to the man, who spits on the ground and starts to walk away from us. I pull the gun from my purse quickly and pull the trigger, sending a bullet right into the back of his balding head. He falls to the ground face first, blood pouring from the wound. Knowing someone must have heard the gunshot; Carter and I sprint back down the stairs and out the door, right past the officer who helped us. He chases us out, asking what that loud noise was, but we just shrug and keep running. We hop into Carter’s car and race back to my house, hoping no one was following us. Unfortunately, a police car comes speeding around the corner suddenly, not giving us enough time to drive away, and blocks us into the driveway. The officer gets out and walks around to the driver’s side, yanking Carter out of the car. Another officer does the same to me, and handcuffs us both.
“You are arrested under the charges of attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent.” One of the cops says, throwing us both into the police car and driving us in the same direction we just came from.
“I’m sorry.” I mouth to Carter, but he ignores me and gazes out the window.
The next story I write is going to be more happy and inspiring.
I'm sick of writing violent things...
Anyway, feedback?
Sorry it's been so long, with summer and all I've been busy.
Chapter Twenty-One//♥
When Carter pulls up to the jail, I jump out quickly, rushing for the door. He runs closely behind, scraping my heel with his shoe multiple times. I think he knows what I’m going to do, he just hopes that I change my mind.
“Ma’am, where do you think you’re going?” I hear an officer, obviously on guard, ask me. I slow down and try to act casual.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are visiting times over?” I ask sweetly, giving him a smile. He blushes a little.
“Erm…no, you’ve got an hour or so. Who are you here to visit?”
“My uncle, he was just brought in a few hours ago.” I lie easily.
“Oh, that guy? He’s disgusting. Don’t you know what he did? He’s being kept under lots of security, and is too dangerous to be visited. I’m sorry.” Knowing I had to get this guy to cave in, I start to cry, burying my face into my palms. “What’s wrong, ma’am?”
“It’s just…I love him, and I know he’s a criminal, but he practically raised me, and if he gets the death penalty…” I start to sob harder, and I can tell the officer feels bad. “I just want to see him one last time, just for a minute. Please…” The officer picks up a phone and dials a number, then waits for someone to pick up.
“Yes, I have a young lady down here who would like to come up and see Mr. Smith…yes, I know that’s not allowed, but listen, she just wants a second, and she has a young man here with her…thank you so much, she’ll be up in a minute.” He looks at me. “They’re giving you ten minutes alone with him. Go upstairs, he’s in cell 264.”
“Oh, thank you so much!” I run over and hug the officer, smile at him, and then go up the stairs with Carter.
“Wow…” He says.
“What? I always get what I want.” I snicker.
“You’re not actually going to do this, are you?” His voice is shaking, knowing that he will get in huge trouble if we get caught, but willing to do it for me.
“Just watch me.” We reach the top of the stairs and take a left, until we reach cell 264. A gray haired man with rotting gray teeth and moles on his face looks at us and moves to the front of the cell.
“What the he/l do you want?” He asks us. I quietly try to wriggle the gun from my purse while Carter covers me.
“Just wanted to uhh…you know…” Carter tries to think of something to say to the man, who spits on the ground and starts to walk away from us. I pull the gun from my purse quickly and pull the trigger, sending a bullet right into the back of his balding head. He falls to the ground face first, blood pouring from the wound. Knowing someone must have heard the gunshot; Carter and I sprint back down the stairs and out the door, right past the officer who helped us. He chases us out, asking what that loud noise was, but we just shrug and keep running. We hop into Carter’s car and race back to my house, hoping no one was following us. Unfortunately, a police car comes speeding around the corner suddenly, not giving us enough time to drive away, and blocks us into the driveway. The officer gets out and walks around to the driver’s side, yanking Carter out of the car. Another officer does the same to me, and handcuffs us both.
“You are arrested under the charges of attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent.” One of the cops says, throwing us both into the police car and driving us in the same direction we just came from.
“I’m sorry.” I mouth to Carter, but he ignores me and gazes out the window.
The next story I write is going to be more happy and inspiring.
I'm sick of writing violent things...
Anyway, feedback?
Sorry it's been so long, with summer and all I've been busy.
If smiles were dollars,
they would have
had millions.
If you have good thoughts,
they will shine out of your face like
sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
-Roald Dahl
-Roald Dahl
Format
chickittylover
Tell Her;
why she's perfect for you.
pick her up and tickle her until she can barely breathe.
she'll scream and fight you, but secretly she'll love it.
protect her.
hold her hand when you talk to her.
look at her like she's the only girl you ever want to be with.
when she least expects it, pull her in close and kiss her hard.
tell her she looks beautiful.
get her mad, then kiss her.
let her fall asleep in your arms.
call her.
give her piggy-back rides.
kiss her forehead.
be slow.
don't push anything.
make her feel loved.
kiss her in the rain.
and when you fall in love with her,
tell her. ♥♥♥
pick her up and tickle her until she can barely breathe.
she'll scream and fight you, but secretly she'll love it.
protect her.
hold her hand when you talk to her.
look at her like she's the only girl you ever want to be with.
when she least expects it, pull her in close and kiss her hard.
tell her she looks beautiful.
get her mad, then kiss her.
let her fall asleep in your arms.
call her.
give her piggy-back rides.
kiss her forehead.
be slow.
don't push anything.
make her feel loved.
kiss her in the rain.
and when you fall in love with her,
tell her. ♥♥♥