.:Chapter 12: Unbearable:.

.:"What has your parents said about me since...that one night?" I asked Darcy a few nights after the horrible incident that happened during dinner. Darcy looked up at me, her eyes dull:.

.:"Nothing, really. I haven't spoken to them. I pretend that they don't even exist," she said:.

.:I felt my eyes darken. I felt terrible. It was my fault...all my fault that Darcy was no longer getting along with her parents:.

.:"No....it isn't your fault," Darcy said, seeing through my emotions. I felt her fingertips brush my cheek and I shivered from the touch. I wasn't disgusted by her, no. Just feeling her skin on mine just made electricity crackle throughout my body. She smiled at me and wove her arms around my neck, her lips pressing against mine:.

.:I held her tightly to me, as if afraid that she would drift far away once I let go. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, wanting inside, and my lips parted so her tongue could find mine. I pressed her closer to me, my eyelids softly closing. My lips kept kissing hers, then they moved down into the softness of her neck. I bit down into her neck gently and she softly gasped, holding me closer against her:.

.:My lips wandered back up her cheek and into her hair, then against her forehead. I rested my forehead against hers and was content in just holding her. We stayed like that for a long moment, then Darcy looked up at me and said she needed to get home. I nodded and released her relunctantly. She smiled and kissed me softly, bide me goodnight, and walked out of the house. I still felt guilty for causing the rift between Darcy and her parents. But how could I mend it?:.

.:I did not hear from Darcy the next day, not until that night. I grew worried during the day, for she usually came over to have lunch with me, something; I had a small job at the pharmacy, nothing much, just placing things on shelves. I even went over to her house, but her father coldy replied that Darcy was not home and he warned me to leave her alone. So when the phone rang that night, I answered it automatically on the first ring, sensing something was wrong:.

.:"Hello?" I asked:.

.:"Colvin!":.

.:"Darcy! Where...where are you?" I asked:.

.:"I'm...at the pharmacy...I ran all the way here". Something in me froze:.

.:"Ran?" I questioned, not understanding:.

.:"Can you come pick me up? I'm tired..." I found myself nodding:.

.:"Of course I will...of course. I'll be right there," I said, hanging up the phone before I heard her reply. I slipped into my jacket and shoes, then went out to my old car and drove to the pharmacy. There she was, outside, near the pay phone, looking around anxiously, as if frightened:.

.:"Colvin," she said, running to me, pressing herself against me. I felt her trembling, then realized she was crying!:.

.:"Darcy...Darcy..." I softly said, leading her into my car. She felt so cold. I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and wrapped it around hers before I started back home. I had to help Darcy inside, she was so upset. I had her on the living room couch and made her a cup of hot chocolate. I sat down beside her as her hot tears dribbled down her cheeks:.

.:"Darcy?" My hand slowly drifted up her cheek and her hand went to capture it, hold it there, her eyes closing, black eyelashes fluttering. They sparkled with tears as she opened her raven eyes to lock with mine:.

.:"Thank you," she softly said:.

.:"Darcy...what happened? You can tell me...anything," I softly said:.

.:Quietly she sat up, leaning back against the couch, her eyes not once wavering away from mine. She slowly sipped the steaming mug before her, then took a deep breath:.

.:"Last night...when I arrived home, I had no idea my parents had plans for me. When morning came, Dad asked me to help him out with the church, so of course I did. I wanted to see you at lunch, but my father was like a hawk. Everytime I mentioned your name, he glared at me and told me I needed to stop seeing trash like you. He soon got tired of hearing about you and told me he already had plans for me. I had no idea what he meant. So when we got back home, there was a man in the living room. He was handsome, with rich brown hair and light hazel eyes. Dad told me that he had agreed for me to have dinner with this man. I couldn't believe him! The man's name was Daniel Haselyn and had his arm latched on mine before I could say or do anything. So he took me to dinner, one of the fanciest places in town. I was miserable, and he noticed. He drove me up a path in the woods and started to kiss my neck, his hands started fondling me. I tried to tear away and he hit me. Hit me hard," she whispered, tears gliding silently down her cheeks:.

.:"He told me to shut up and said he was my salvation. I told him he was crazy and tried to push him off, but he pushed me down and started to pull down my skirt. Luckily I had enough strength left to kick upwards and he groaned as I was able to escape. He ran after me in the woods, but I got to the pharmacy and called you. He saw me on the phone and went ghastly white, as if he thought I was calling my father...I can't believe my parents did this!" Darcy sobbed:.

.:Anger filled me and I wanted to go smash in that Daniel Haselyn's face, her father's too. I pulled her into my arms and she buried her sobbing face into my chest. Then she looked up at me, tears making her face glitter. My hand brushed her tears away and she softly smiled:.

.:"Do you know why I couldn't imagine myself being with him? I love you," she said:.

.:Darcy had never told me she loved me and I was stunned for a moment. I smiled and kissed her:.

.:" I love you too...oh god...Darcy...thank you for loving me," I whispered, raining kisses down over her face, her neck. She softly gasped and started responding:.

.:"You don't have to thank me...I should be thanking you," she softly said. Before I knew it, I had her in my arms, on my bed. We made love slowly and beautifully, as if proving our love. I had never felt more complete before. I knew that I could not lose Darcy. If I lost her...I would lose myself, my identity:.

.:Darcy decided to stay the night. Daniel must have called Darcy's father, because early in the morning, there were loud bangs on my door. I got up and quickly dressed, hoping whoever it was would not wake Darcy. I went to the door and came face to face with Reverned Wise. He glared at me with disgust, as if he wished I would vanish into thin air forever:.

.:"Tell Darcy to come home. I have to speak with her," he said through gritted teeth. I only nodded and watched as he left. I went to wake Darcy, who looked more mad than anything:.

.:"I'll go when I'm damn well ready," she muttered, drifting back into sleep, pulling me down beside her. Around noon, after we had lunch, Darcy left for home. She kissed my hand, promising to be back whenever she could. And she wasn't going to let anything her father did stop her:.

.:Darcy did not come for a long time, not until later that evening. When she arrived, her dark eyes were glittering to the rim with tears, her whole body trembling. I wondered what was wrong now. I went to take her into my arms and she broke down, sobbing. I helped her inside, on the couch, waiting for her to calm and tell me what was wrong:.

.:"My father was right...he's always right. We wasn't to be together," she said softly, scaring me:.

.:"What?" I asked, in disbelief:.

.:"It's best if we don't see each other anymore, Colvin. We come from different worlds. It would never work," she muttered, standing to leave, but my emotions and heart were tired of this, tired of being tricked. My arms locked around her:.

.:"COLVIN, let me go!" she cried:.

.:"No! What's gotten into you? Your father was not right! How can you believe him?! We may come from different backgrounds, Darcy Wise, but we are from the same world, the one of pain and loneliness. You're lying! You love me...please say you still love me!" I cried, desperate:.

.:"Colvin...please," Darcy begged, tears cascading down her face:.

.:"Why are you lying to yourself? You love me...I love you. Don't quit on me, Darcy...don't let him get to you...we were meant to be..." I said, pressing her against me. She shook her head, sobbing harder:.

.:"No...we're not...Colvin. Now let me go!":.

.:"NO! Not until you tell me what made you change your mind!" I protested, holding her tight. Her dark eyes widened when she realized I wasn't going to let go. I pressed her against the wall and she screamed:.

.:"Darcy...no...you know, I wouldn't..." I said, loosening my grip. Oh god...had she thought I was about to rape her?...:.

.:"I...I-I got to go," she whispered:.

.:I dropped my arms and took a step back. I was fighting against the tears I felt in my eyes. No...don't leave me...Darcy...I didn't realize I was trembling until I looked down at my hand. Darcy stood there, staring at my hand too, then looked up at my face. I loved her so much...and she was leaving me. And she was letting her father convince her that I wasn't good enough for her! I saw pain and torment in her eyes, felt the first hot tear that escaped my eye and slithered slowly down my face. My heart was breaking, dissolving slowly:.

.:"Oh Colvin," she said softly, her hands reaching for mine. I was so afraid this was the last time we would ever touch. I leaned down, kissed her lips again and again, hoping she would remember our love...she pulled back, as if burned:.

.:"I have to tell you why..." she softly said. I shook my head:.

.:"Darcy...no...why? I love you...I swear I do. I would do anything for you...":.

.:She looked down, biting her lower lip. Her eyes slowly closed:.

.:"I know...I know...but...it's not my choice," she softly said:.

.:"Dammit, Darcy! How long are you going to let your father control your life?!" I cried out, as her eyes opened and locked with mine:.

.:"I'm not letting him control my life. Maybe he is in a way...or maybe it is fate. But we can't be together...":.

.:"Why? I...I'm not good enough?":.

.:She sighed, slowly shook her head, then took my hands into mine, looked up into my eyes:.

.:"No, Colvin. You're my uncle.":.