I'm swept away in a whirlwind of "mom".
There's talk of therapy, home schooling, medications.
Its not till were home and I'm back in my own bed I'm able to convince her otherwise.
I explain to her what happened on prom night.
She finally realizes for a girl who has never attempted this before I wasnt doing what they think.
Dad threatens to "string that boy up by his cheating balls."
I convince them to just let me finish my last month of high school.
We will deal with things after that.
I just want to move on.
A week after my hospital stay I return to school.
Of course in a small town everyone knows what happened by now.
Those close to me have rallied around me.
Protected me.
I still have yet to talk to Edward.
It may be stupid.
I just cant do it.
The only sanity I have is clinging to the idea he won't be here.
At school
He cant be.
I should have known how much my hopes are wrong.
I'm walk into school with my head down when a hand shoots out.
It covers my mouth before I have a chance to scream.
I'm whirled around a corner and come face to face with the owner of said hand.
Edward.
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