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ing from him twice a year on my birthday and Christmas, where I didn't need to talk to him, because he knew I didn't talk at all. He encouraged that. He didn't want me to speak. I don't even thin
t to help me now
, but since it opened by itself I sat right back down on the top of my bed, wishing I could sink behind it and get tr
the door behind him and took the two steps to my
ammit! I had one lousy slip or two. I did
to your mother las
I just wanted her to stop crying. To stop hurting all the time. I wanted her to smile and
his remember?" he whispered this time, making very sure tha
f a bitch! Yes, I remember why I sto
f all the innocent people that would get hurt." His eyes were moc
ymore. You are going to have to talk. To me and to your mother. The rules are changing again,
that I could pull it down low over my eyes so that he could not s
saying it. It just slipped out. I wa
er to me, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close to his face. I could smell garlic on his breath. I could see the yellow stains of nicoti
s for the rest... You will keep your mouth shut. Not a word from your greasy little mouth, you hear. You got us into this shit and you better get us out. And as soon as I'm sure you won't ta
the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which I also wanted to get as far away fro
x hidden beneath my bed, and crawled over t
t warm again. The warmth that overtook me. The physical pain that masked the emotional pain I was feeling inside.
*
. Tap. T
hought a bird was hitting its beak against my window, but a voice that
ija
ndow and to my
la
tremely shy, as if he didn't know what to say. I lifted my
show you," he said, only barel
I was sneaking out of the house af
lake said, raising his head and showin
ad furiously, waving hi
t we're not fighting! Could it be t
it was also his voice, butchering one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard completely. He although ignored the sh
am trying! I know you're wear
ng another word that belon
shut, grabbing a pair of jeans and a hoodie, yanking it on, and darting down t
oing? Was I really th
re, a huge grin plastered to his face, his hands behind h
so that I could sit down and put my shoes on. Damn, this kid was beyond annoying. You don't
stepped out of the house. I then turned towards Blake and gave h
u!" he said and he took my hand and pulled me t
e a good block from my house he let go of my hand and walked toward a motorcycle standing on the side of the road, grab
e, the sooner you can get home," Blake said and g
torcycle. For a spilt second I had the idea of turning around and running for all I was worth, away from this stalker-dude tha
lmet, I assumed that he was laughing about how stupid I was to get on a bike with a perfect stranger I have literally not even spoken a full ten wo
want to think at all. All I wanted to do was get the helmet off my head so that I could feel the wind in my hair as I flew towards the f
e were still in town anymore. I could not see houses, or shops, or other motorists anymore
ked my arms tighter around his waist, my fingers touching each other, but als
bumpy to say the least, and it seemed to go on forever. This time I didn't feel free. I felt like I was goi
down. For a moment I felt like I wouldn't be able to stand. My knees felt like jelly and my hands were shaking, but because of some miracle I was able to pull the helmet
sked as I sat down beside him. He turned
ike I ever smiled, so when I smiled you had to know
ke asked, but without a sing
talk to anybody. Everything gets weird when I start t
ted one," he said as he turned his head to look at the view. I felt invisible, as i
to break out. We get stagnated. We get trapped. That cell we put oursel
't want him to feel pain. I wanted to take it away; out of his voi
ferent from you Elijah. I'm also broken. From afar you won't see it, because I have been glued together, but if you stand still and look closely you will see that the crack
e's head was still turned away from me, looking at the view
ht my eyes and I could see the tears
lijah." It wa
answered. "I
a hold of my upper arm firmly. He phrase
how to do in awkward situations
regret this moment? Do you want to grow old all alone because you were too afraid to open your mouth and talk to someone?
in the back of my eyes. Knowing that he was right. Knowing that one