The Truth
"Come on. I want to show you something." I grab his hand and lead him out the door and down the hill to what looks like an old run down shack. What he doesn't know is that this place is the holder to so many memories, my memories.
"This used to be my old playhouse." I say.
"Can we go inside?" He asks.
I thought he never would, a smile lights up my face. Here goes nothing. We step inside, it's as old and beautiful as I remembered. I look up at him. He looks so concentrated and interested.
He turns to me and pushes me up against the wall and kisses me passionately. He pulls away and I turn my head to the side.
"Is there something wrong?" He asks, concerned.
I turn and look up at him, my hand raises. I slowly brush his hair out of his face and let my fingers trail down his flawless face. "You're the most gorgeous person I have ever met." I run my fingers over his lips, I whisper, "So kissable."
He pushes himself up against me and kisses me hard and lovingly. He pulls away and whispers, "I love you."
I smile how I love to hear him say those words, "I love you more than you'll ever know." I reply.
He kisses me again, this time with more longing and passion. We pull apart to breathe. Just long enough for me to say, "Tonight."
This is one of the many memories of us that haunt my dreams. Why you might ask, because two days after that night he left me. It has been exactly one year today, and I have yet to see or hear from or of him since.
Once more I wake up from this nightmare. I feel so tortured and alone. Why did he leave? Why didn't he take me with him? These questions float through my mind every second of everyday. I know I am pathetic, and should be over him by now. But we had this deep connection at heart, most people call it love. Some way somehow I think that him taking my virginity combined us, making your even more inseparable. I can't go even one minute without a thought of him in my mind. This obsession seems to run in my veins.
Two weeks later…
It's the day before my 18th birthday. I'm so excited! My mom and friends already have a great day planned for tomorrow to help me celebrate and to keep my mind off of him.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and waffles. My mom must already be up I thought. Thank goodness it's Saturday. I honestly don't think I would have been able to handle another day of school.
I ate breakfast, said bye to my mom, and headed to the mall to meet my friend Ashlee, well my best friend. She seemed to be the only one who remotely knew what I was feeling, I told her everything, well most of everything. I don't really like to share my feelings.
We met up at the usual spot in the food court and started our travel around the mall, form Abercrombie to Hollister, and to Coffee Tree Books, my favorite store in the whole mall.
As I was about to start reading the first chapter in my book, something caught my attention from the corner of my eye, a blur of black. My heart jumped ad it did every time I thought I got a glimpse of him. But it was impossible to see him here, right? He had disappeared nowhere to be found; but sure enough I knew it was him, I could feel his presence. When I looked up again I caught his eye or a second, a second too long. There he stood sexy as ever, with his sister Claire right beside him.
Ashlee walked over and sat down, book in hand. She noticed my shocked look and immediately surveyed the room. Her eyes stopped exactly where I had expected them to, right on Erik's face. She looked back just in time to see the first tear rolling soundlessly down my cheek.
"Oh, Kate! Come on we need to get out of here now!" Ashlee practically screamed while grabbing my arm and swinging me half way across the store.
"Ashlee, pleas, just calm down, I'm fine, really." I replied, my voice cracking as more tears came. I felt like I was suffocating, my throat closing, I tried to breathe, and finally it came as a shudder. I was suddenly aware of all my surroundings, Erik and Claire moving closer to me, Ashlee puling me farther away, even the baby passing in the stroller, crying. I came to my senses right before Claire collided with Ashlee.
"What are you doing?" Claire yelled.
"I'm getting her away from you too!" Ash screamed back.
"Well maybe she doesn't want to leave! Did you ever think about that? Huh?" Claire replied a little more calmly.
Ashlee looked at me, "She's balling her eyes out, and evidently she wants to get away from something." Her eyes darted straight to Erik, who was now standing directly in front of me.
"Claire, it's fine just let us go. Don't make this any worse that it already is." I spoke up.
"Worse?" His voice shattered the momentary silence, "I didn't even know that this was a bad situation."
"You know damn well how much pain you're putting her through just standing that close to her!" Ashlee said taking my defense as she always did.
"Do I?" He said.
"Ash, just drop it and take me home, ok?" I looked sadly at her.
She shook her head, "Yea, ok hun. Let's go." she said while taking my hand and leading me away.
"Call me! My number hasn't changed! We really need to talk!" Claire managed to yell before we walked out the door and into the parking lot.