Hey Guys!
So, this was supposed to be a sonic. Then, someone had me take off the lyrics, saying it wasn't public domain. :-( SO, I suggest listening to the song "Kiss Me Slowly" By Parachute as you listen. I now it's not as good, I'm so sorry! Oh, and for all my followers, nothing is coming in the next week, going camping with my family of 6. FUN! (Not really) This is a one shot for now. Want more? Don't be silent. Let me know!
Kathyrene
"Greg." Her voice was filled with dejection.
"Sara!" I wake up instantly.
"Greg, I'm at the police department. I need you to come get me. Please? I hear the tears in her voice.
"I'll be there soon. Hold on, Sara." I throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt and drive to the police department. It's dark out, probably midnight. Sara sits outside the PD, eyes red. I jump out of the car and run over to her, moving as fast as my body allows me.
"Greg."
"Sara, what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Just take me home, please Greg?" I walk her back to my car and we head of to her apartment. I take her inside, up to the 14th floor, where she lives. We walk inside.
"Sara, are you okay?"
"No, I'm probably not. Stay, Greg? Please?" I hear the desperation and nod.
"Of course."
"Just don't leave me alone. Not tonight."
"I won't."
"Follow me." She says, and we walk to the balcony.
"It's like we're at the edge of Vegas." I say, looking at the city in front of us.
What she does next is unpredictable. She rests her head on my shoulder, like she's relying on me to stay standing. I circle my arms around her as I look at her and the city around us. She touches our foreheads. God, I wish she was mine. She narrows the space between us, gently touching her lips to mine, and everything just fades away. I try not to move, scared she'll run, but soon, my lips are dancing with hers. "Don't go." I whisper, so scared she'll run away. She kisses me so passionately, I almost don't notice the tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Sara? What's wrong?" She takes my hand and leads me back inside.
"Sit." She says, and I collapses onto the couch. She disappears into the bedroom, and I'm scared she's finally running. But instead, she comes back, holding a box. She sits next to me and opens the medium sized shoebox, and I see tons of old photos and papers. She picks up one of a tall couple and a little girl. She points at the little girl.
"Thats me." She points at the two adults. "My parents. For the first 13 years of my life, I was abused by my father. One night, my mother decided she couldn't take it anymore and stabbed him 26 times while he slept. That was 20 years ago tonight. On my birthday." She collapses onto my chest, her small frame shaking with sobs.
"I saw her. I saw her stab him."
"Sara, this wasn't your fault. It never has been, it never will be." She lifts her head up to mine, her lips to mine.
"You're not going to leave, right?"
"No, Sara. Never." She kisses me again, and the walls she's spent 20 years building are falling down.
"Greg, what are we doing? I don't know how to do this...How to let you in."
"Hey Sar? We'll figure it out together. I promise." She nods and our lips resume dancing. When we wake up the next morning, our naked bodies tangled together on the couch, I kiss her slowly.
"I love you, Sara Sidle."
"I love you too, Greg Sanders."