Chapter 6
We drove right back to where we started, back in Colorado Springs. They took us down to the downtown police station, and had us ushered in the back way, because some of the newspaper reporters were stalking the entrance. We walked straight into the Marshall's office.
"Take a seat," he said. Joey and I both plopped into two chairs that sat in front of his desk.
"Okay kids, let's start talking," The Marshall said, sitting behind his desk and folding his hands behind his head. Joey and I both looked at each other. The Marshall smiled.
"May, why don't we start with you." I gulped. "Tell me what has happened in the last 24 hours."
"Well, I- I, well. . . " I stuttered. He sighed.
"Take it slow."
"I- I ran away," I blurted. Joey looked at me, his eyes wide. I looked back at the Marshall. "Things, things weren't going my way. I mean, I just gotten home from the hospital, my mother didn't trust me and she pulled a pregnancy test on me. My parents told me that I couldn't hang out with Joey anymore." Lies upon lies, upon lies. I was making it up as I went. But it was working.
"I got home that night and went straight up to my room. My parents thought that I was sleeping. Instead, I was packing all that I could fit into a duffel bag. When I was finished, Joey arrived. I didn't have time to write a note. I threw my stuff down and crawled out my window, and I got into his car. And we sped off. This was like, 11:00." He nodded and turned to Joey.
"Is this true?" He nodded vigorously. He turned back to me.
"So you weren't kidnapped? Abducted? This was all your idea?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry, I just. . . I just had to get out." He turned to Joey.
"You sure did pack a lot of clothes," he noticed.
"I didn't think that we would get caught," he said, a little irritated. The Marshall sighed and picked up the phone.
"May, what is your home phone number?"
"You're calling my parents?" I cried. He looked at me doubtfully. I sighed and rattled off the number.
"You should be grateful that your parents care this much for you. In some cases, parents don't want their children to come back." I looked at Joey.
"Why did you lie?" He mouthed to me.
"To save the both of us." The Marshall talked to my parents, and he hung up.
"They're on their way. Joey, I have to call your parents too."
"Marshall, you can't. I told them that I was going to our ranch home for a while." The Marshall raised his eyebrows.
"I have to call them. It's our policy." He sighed, and told him the number.
"You kids can get your stuff." We both stood up and went out into the hallway where two officers led us to where our stuff was. Joey pounded the wall angrily.
"Joey," I said softly. He turned to me, and I could see the fire in his eyes. The anger.
"We weren't supposed to get caught," he complained.
"I know, and I'm sorry," I whispered. He looked at me, and hugged me. I rested my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, my parents walked through the door, and my Mother's eyes widened. I pulled away, and she stormed over here.
"I knew you had something to do with this!" She yelled.
"Amanda," Daddy warned.
"You kidnapped my baby girl!"
"No, he didn't!" I protested. "I ran away! To get away from you!" It seemed to register, and she paused and drew back.
"You ran away?" Daddy asked. I nodded.
"Joey didn't take me, I asked him if he would drive me out of the city." The Marshall came out of his office.
"Mr. and Mrs. Isaacson," he said. Daddy shook his hand.
"Why don't you come into my office and talk," he suggested. Mommy looked at me before going with Daddy into the Marshall's office. I looked at Joey, and he hugged me again.
"You'll be OK," he said, and I sighed. I had almost wished that they hadn't caught us. I would have rather been anywhere than here.
Joey and I waited in the lobby for his parents to arrive. Two officers were standing by, making sure that we didn't bolt off again. Finally, my parents had arrived, and Mommy started to drag me out.
"We're leaving, now," she said. I looked at Joey helplessly.
"Mommy, stop, I can walk on my own," I said. Her grip became harder. "Joey. . ."
"Mrs. Isaacson," Joey began, but she turned around.
"I don't want you to ever, talk to my daughter again," she said.
"Amanda," Daddy warned. Mommy started to drag me again.
"Joey!" I screamed. He leaped up and reached out for me, and I grabbed his hand, but Mommy yanked me out of the building.
Mommy threw me into the back-seat of car, and climbed into the drivers seat, and barely waited for Daddy to get into the car before driving off. She didn't say a word. I looked at Daddy, and he tried to talk to Mommy, but she didn't say a word. He gave up and closed his eyes after a while. We had gotten home, and Mommy dragged me into the house, throwing me down on the ground.
"Mommy!"
"Don't you, Mommy, me, little girl," she snapped.
"Amanda! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Daddy bellowed. She spun toward Daddy.
"Don't you tell me what to do! This is between me and May," she hissed, and turned back to me. "On your feet!" I scrambled onto my feet quickly.
"How could you, how COULD you!" She folded her hands behind her back and paced around me.
"I'm sorry Mommy," I sobbed, starting to cry.
"You, you run away in the middle of the night, no note or anything, and you have Joey, take you away. Didn't you think about me or your father? We were crushed May! When I didn't see you in your bed that morning, I panicked. I thought you had been kidnapped and killed! Raped! Anything that you could possibly imagine! And then Emilia calls to tell me that you called her. Why didn't you call us! To let us know that you were OK?" Her dainty hand came across my face and slapped me hard across the cheek. I crashed to the ground.
"Amanda!"
"Stay out of it Jim!" she screeched. He stood there, helpless. I sat up.
"I can't believe this, you, ran away, with a boy! What did he do to you!"
"Nothing!" I screamed. "Nothing."
"Well, now you messed things up for yourself. You are never, never, allowed to see Joey, again. I'm taking you out of summer school."
"You can't do that!" I found some strength, and I sat up. "You can't separate us. Look at what he did for me! He pulled me out of a serious depression, he showed me a wonderful time. I love him! And there is nothing that can break the bond of love!" I slapped, and she screamed.
"How dare you! How dare you!" She came at me again, swinging her fists. She managed to hit my eye, and it blinded me for a minute, but I kicked her and tugged on her hair. She screamed and pushed me away from her. I tripped her and put her on the ground and kicked her side once. She struck me with her high heel, and that sent me reeling to the other side of the room with a scrape on my head. She stood up, and Daddy restrained her.
"Enough Amanda! Enough!" He bellowed. He took her upstairs, and I sat on the floor, sobbing. Daddy took me into his office and grabbed an ice pack.
"How does it feel?" He asked. I pressed it to my eye.
"It's OK," I said. He looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm sorry that she did that. I should have stopped it."
"It's my own fault Daddy, I messed things up. I was the one who ran away." I explained.
"But still, she had no right to do that." I sighed and put a Band-Aid on my forehead. I looked at Daddy.
"Daddy, do you think I should still talk to Joey? I mean, he has been good for me," I said cautiously. He sighed.
"I don't want to be put in this position," he started, but I held up my hand.
"I'm not putting you in any position," I said quickly. "I just want to know your opinion. He sighed again.
"Honestly May. . . I really don't know. I'm stuck in the middle. He's a nice boy, but what happened recently, I don't know May."
"He's a nice boy, Daddy, you're right, but I love him so much."
"You love him?" I looked away guiltily.
"I know I haven't known him for a long time, but. . . I dunno Daddy. It's like when you and Mommy fell in love," I suggested. He slightly smiled.
"Let's get you into bed." We stood up and he escorted me up to my room. Mommy's room was silent.
"Did Mommy go to sleep?" I asked.
"Yes, I gave her some PM medicine and she went right to bed. I locked her in, so I'm going to have to sleep in the guest room until she calms down," he said sadly.
"Goodnight." I kissed his cheek, and went into my room. I shut the door and turned on the light, and Joey was sitting on my bed.
"Joey!" I cried, but he pressed his finger to his lips.
"Hush," he said.
"What are you doing here?"
"What happened to your eye?" He gingerly touched it, and I winced.
"It's a long story. How long have you been here?"
"Only for a little while. I had to see you." He touched my cheek, and kissed me.
"Do your parents know that you're gone?" He scoffed.
"What do you think?" He asked. I smiled.
"Now what happened to your eye?"
"Mommy and I got into a fight. It was pretty bad." He embraced me.
"I shouldn't have taken you away. I shouldn't have." I looked up and shook my head.
"But look at all of the good things that it brought us. It brought us closer, we got to know each other more. . ." I protested. He smiled. I went to sit down on my bed, and he followed. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Now what?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I don't know. What can we do?" He lifted my head, and kissed me.
Every time that he kissed me, jolts went up my spine. It was a good feeling. I threw my arms around his neck, and he smiled.
"I love you May Isaacson, and I don't care what anyone says." He kissed me again and slowly pushed me down.
Was I willing to take the risk? Was I willing to give myself away to Joey? I did love him, but was I ready? I just turned sixteen; I'm still young, I thought. And I didn't know anything about sex; Mommy and Daddy didn't bother to teach it to me, but from what I can tell from what I heard from my friends, that it was a wonderful experience. Shivers ran up my spine. To do it, or not to?
His kisses grew more passionate, and his hand was on my thigh. He slowly moved it up, and it seemed like I was wanting it to move faster. I looked up dreamily into his eyes. God, I loved him, and there was anything that I would do for him, I would do it, even if that means losing my virginity.
His breath grew shorter, and he seemed to move faster. His hands went to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up, kissing my stomach. A small moan escaped my lips. His eyes brightened, and his fingers started to unbutton my jeans. Suddenly, a flashback of the dream that I had just before we had gotten caught. An older version of me, carrying around a baby and two other children running around my feet. I blinked, and I slowly pushed him away.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but, you're tempting me May. Overtime I see you walk, I want to go up to you and hold you in my arms forever. You're beautiful, inside and out." His words made my heart flutter, and I smiled.
"It's just, I don't want the consequences to happen," I said softly. He nodded.
"I understand." I lay down, and he slipped his arm around my waist and lay down next to me.
"We're going to fall asleep," I said.
"I don't care. It's worth it," he whispered in my ear, and I turned off the light, and I curled up close next to him.
"Goodnight," I whispered, and I slowly drifted off.
In the morning, I thought I heard Mommy pounding on her bedroom door, and I slowly woke Joey.
"Joey," I whispered, and he groaned. "Joey, come on, wake up." His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled, pulling me on top of him.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," he said softly and brushed his lips against mine. I smiled.
"You better go," I said. "My mother is getting up." He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.
"May! May!" Mommy called. I sighed and stood up.
"I'll call you later, OK?" I kissed him good-bye and waited until he was out of the room to go out into the hallway.
"What's going on Daddy?" I asked just as he was heading to the door.
"It's nothing, she's just having some delusional thoughts," he explained. She pounded on the door.
"Jim! Please open the door. They took her again!"
"No, Amanda, she's here, don't worry," Daddy said.
"What did you give her? Should she see a doctor?" I asked, looking at the door.
"No, she's fine. It's just the effects of the medicine that I gave her. She'll be fine." He looked at his watch. "It's still early enough, you can get ready for summer school if you want." I nodded, and went to eagerly change my clothes and get ready.
When we had pulled up to the school, everyone that had heard of my recent adventure had rushed up to the car.
"May! May!" the all cried. I looked at Daddy.
"I have to go. Bye," I said, and hurried out of the car.
"May!" I heard a familiar voice call, and there was Emilia, running toward me.
"Oh my God!" she cried, and she nearly could have pulled me to the ground as she hugged me.
"Oh, you're OK," she sobbed. I smiled.
"I'm fine."
"What happened?"
"Well," I began, and proceeded to tell her what had happened. Her eyes widened.
"I can't believe you did that! You had me so worried!"
"You can't be mad at me Emilia," I said. She smiled.
"You're right. C'mon, let's get to class," she said, and looped her arm with mine, and we walked to class.
"Mind if I escort these two lovely ladies to class?" Joey asked from behind me. I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"You certainly may," I said, and we walked to class.
"How's your Mother?" he whispered in my ear.
"She's fine," I whispered back. We looked at each other for a moment, and started to laugh.
Things started to get a little normal. Me and Joey were finally declared an item. Mommy didn't get any better and sadly, we had to institutionalize her. We visited her often, usually once or twice a week. She was still stuck at the point where she was just discovering that I was gone. She doesn't remember me much.
"Jim, why isn't May coming back?" She would ask sadly. It made my eyes water to see her in such a state.
"Mommy. . . " I touched her hair, and she spun around.
"Who are you?" She asked. I looked at Daddy.
"That's May," he whispered in her ear.
"That's not May. May was taken, remember? Taken in the middle of the night." Daddy told her that we were leaving, and we walked out of the room.
"Will she ever be back to normal?" I asked, wiping a tear away. He shrugged slowly.
"I don't know." We walked out into the parking lot, and Joey was standing by his car, waiting.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, I saw your car here, and you called me and told me that you were coming here, so I thought I would meet you." I looked at Daddy.
"Go ahead," he said. I ran over to him and smiled.
"Let's go over to my place, eh?" he suggested, placing his arm around my waist. I smiled and crawled into his new car.
We drove over to the ranch house, where he carried me inside.
"Remember this place?" he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my cheek. I giggled. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time.
"Maybe," I said, wrapping a lock of his hair around my finger. He smiled, and kissed me, walking over to the couch and dropping me. I snaked my arms around his neck, and he kissed me, slowly raising my shirt up. He stopped.
"Are you ready?" He asked. I gulped, nodded, and brought his lips to mine.
We drove right back to where we started, back in Colorado Springs. They took us down to the downtown police station, and had us ushered in the back way, because some of the newspaper reporters were stalking the entrance. We walked straight into the Marshall's office.
"Take a seat," he said. Joey and I both plopped into two chairs that sat in front of his desk.
"Okay kids, let's start talking," The Marshall said, sitting behind his desk and folding his hands behind his head. Joey and I both looked at each other. The Marshall smiled.
"May, why don't we start with you." I gulped. "Tell me what has happened in the last 24 hours."
"Well, I- I, well. . . " I stuttered. He sighed.
"Take it slow."
"I- I ran away," I blurted. Joey looked at me, his eyes wide. I looked back at the Marshall. "Things, things weren't going my way. I mean, I just gotten home from the hospital, my mother didn't trust me and she pulled a pregnancy test on me. My parents told me that I couldn't hang out with Joey anymore." Lies upon lies, upon lies. I was making it up as I went. But it was working.
"I got home that night and went straight up to my room. My parents thought that I was sleeping. Instead, I was packing all that I could fit into a duffel bag. When I was finished, Joey arrived. I didn't have time to write a note. I threw my stuff down and crawled out my window, and I got into his car. And we sped off. This was like, 11:00." He nodded and turned to Joey.
"Is this true?" He nodded vigorously. He turned back to me.
"So you weren't kidnapped? Abducted? This was all your idea?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry, I just. . . I just had to get out." He turned to Joey.
"You sure did pack a lot of clothes," he noticed.
"I didn't think that we would get caught," he said, a little irritated. The Marshall sighed and picked up the phone.
"May, what is your home phone number?"
"You're calling my parents?" I cried. He looked at me doubtfully. I sighed and rattled off the number.
"You should be grateful that your parents care this much for you. In some cases, parents don't want their children to come back." I looked at Joey.
"Why did you lie?" He mouthed to me.
"To save the both of us." The Marshall talked to my parents, and he hung up.
"They're on their way. Joey, I have to call your parents too."
"Marshall, you can't. I told them that I was going to our ranch home for a while." The Marshall raised his eyebrows.
"I have to call them. It's our policy." He sighed, and told him the number.
"You kids can get your stuff." We both stood up and went out into the hallway where two officers led us to where our stuff was. Joey pounded the wall angrily.
"Joey," I said softly. He turned to me, and I could see the fire in his eyes. The anger.
"We weren't supposed to get caught," he complained.
"I know, and I'm sorry," I whispered. He looked at me, and hugged me. I rested my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, my parents walked through the door, and my Mother's eyes widened. I pulled away, and she stormed over here.
"I knew you had something to do with this!" She yelled.
"Amanda," Daddy warned.
"You kidnapped my baby girl!"
"No, he didn't!" I protested. "I ran away! To get away from you!" It seemed to register, and she paused and drew back.
"You ran away?" Daddy asked. I nodded.
"Joey didn't take me, I asked him if he would drive me out of the city." The Marshall came out of his office.
"Mr. and Mrs. Isaacson," he said. Daddy shook his hand.
"Why don't you come into my office and talk," he suggested. Mommy looked at me before going with Daddy into the Marshall's office. I looked at Joey, and he hugged me again.
"You'll be OK," he said, and I sighed. I had almost wished that they hadn't caught us. I would have rather been anywhere than here.
Joey and I waited in the lobby for his parents to arrive. Two officers were standing by, making sure that we didn't bolt off again. Finally, my parents had arrived, and Mommy started to drag me out.
"We're leaving, now," she said. I looked at Joey helplessly.
"Mommy, stop, I can walk on my own," I said. Her grip became harder. "Joey. . ."
"Mrs. Isaacson," Joey began, but she turned around.
"I don't want you to ever, talk to my daughter again," she said.
"Amanda," Daddy warned. Mommy started to drag me again.
"Joey!" I screamed. He leaped up and reached out for me, and I grabbed his hand, but Mommy yanked me out of the building.
Mommy threw me into the back-seat of car, and climbed into the drivers seat, and barely waited for Daddy to get into the car before driving off. She didn't say a word. I looked at Daddy, and he tried to talk to Mommy, but she didn't say a word. He gave up and closed his eyes after a while. We had gotten home, and Mommy dragged me into the house, throwing me down on the ground.
"Mommy!"
"Don't you, Mommy, me, little girl," she snapped.
"Amanda! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Daddy bellowed. She spun toward Daddy.
"Don't you tell me what to do! This is between me and May," she hissed, and turned back to me. "On your feet!" I scrambled onto my feet quickly.
"How could you, how COULD you!" She folded her hands behind her back and paced around me.
"I'm sorry Mommy," I sobbed, starting to cry.
"You, you run away in the middle of the night, no note or anything, and you have Joey, take you away. Didn't you think about me or your father? We were crushed May! When I didn't see you in your bed that morning, I panicked. I thought you had been kidnapped and killed! Raped! Anything that you could possibly imagine! And then Emilia calls to tell me that you called her. Why didn't you call us! To let us know that you were OK?" Her dainty hand came across my face and slapped me hard across the cheek. I crashed to the ground.
"Amanda!"
"Stay out of it Jim!" she screeched. He stood there, helpless. I sat up.
"I can't believe this, you, ran away, with a boy! What did he do to you!"
"Nothing!" I screamed. "Nothing."
"Well, now you messed things up for yourself. You are never, never, allowed to see Joey, again. I'm taking you out of summer school."
"You can't do that!" I found some strength, and I sat up. "You can't separate us. Look at what he did for me! He pulled me out of a serious depression, he showed me a wonderful time. I love him! And there is nothing that can break the bond of love!" I slapped, and she screamed.
"How dare you! How dare you!" She came at me again, swinging her fists. She managed to hit my eye, and it blinded me for a minute, but I kicked her and tugged on her hair. She screamed and pushed me away from her. I tripped her and put her on the ground and kicked her side once. She struck me with her high heel, and that sent me reeling to the other side of the room with a scrape on my head. She stood up, and Daddy restrained her.
"Enough Amanda! Enough!" He bellowed. He took her upstairs, and I sat on the floor, sobbing. Daddy took me into his office and grabbed an ice pack.
"How does it feel?" He asked. I pressed it to my eye.
"It's OK," I said. He looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm sorry that she did that. I should have stopped it."
"It's my own fault Daddy, I messed things up. I was the one who ran away." I explained.
"But still, she had no right to do that." I sighed and put a Band-Aid on my forehead. I looked at Daddy.
"Daddy, do you think I should still talk to Joey? I mean, he has been good for me," I said cautiously. He sighed.
"I don't want to be put in this position," he started, but I held up my hand.
"I'm not putting you in any position," I said quickly. "I just want to know your opinion. He sighed again.
"Honestly May. . . I really don't know. I'm stuck in the middle. He's a nice boy, but what happened recently, I don't know May."
"He's a nice boy, Daddy, you're right, but I love him so much."
"You love him?" I looked away guiltily.
"I know I haven't known him for a long time, but. . . I dunno Daddy. It's like when you and Mommy fell in love," I suggested. He slightly smiled.
"Let's get you into bed." We stood up and he escorted me up to my room. Mommy's room was silent.
"Did Mommy go to sleep?" I asked.
"Yes, I gave her some PM medicine and she went right to bed. I locked her in, so I'm going to have to sleep in the guest room until she calms down," he said sadly.
"Goodnight." I kissed his cheek, and went into my room. I shut the door and turned on the light, and Joey was sitting on my bed.
"Joey!" I cried, but he pressed his finger to his lips.
"Hush," he said.
"What are you doing here?"
"What happened to your eye?" He gingerly touched it, and I winced.
"It's a long story. How long have you been here?"
"Only for a little while. I had to see you." He touched my cheek, and kissed me.
"Do your parents know that you're gone?" He scoffed.
"What do you think?" He asked. I smiled.
"Now what happened to your eye?"
"Mommy and I got into a fight. It was pretty bad." He embraced me.
"I shouldn't have taken you away. I shouldn't have." I looked up and shook my head.
"But look at all of the good things that it brought us. It brought us closer, we got to know each other more. . ." I protested. He smiled. I went to sit down on my bed, and he followed. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Now what?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I don't know. What can we do?" He lifted my head, and kissed me.
Every time that he kissed me, jolts went up my spine. It was a good feeling. I threw my arms around his neck, and he smiled.
"I love you May Isaacson, and I don't care what anyone says." He kissed me again and slowly pushed me down.
Was I willing to take the risk? Was I willing to give myself away to Joey? I did love him, but was I ready? I just turned sixteen; I'm still young, I thought. And I didn't know anything about sex; Mommy and Daddy didn't bother to teach it to me, but from what I can tell from what I heard from my friends, that it was a wonderful experience. Shivers ran up my spine. To do it, or not to?
His kisses grew more passionate, and his hand was on my thigh. He slowly moved it up, and it seemed like I was wanting it to move faster. I looked up dreamily into his eyes. God, I loved him, and there was anything that I would do for him, I would do it, even if that means losing my virginity.
His breath grew shorter, and he seemed to move faster. His hands went to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up, kissing my stomach. A small moan escaped my lips. His eyes brightened, and his fingers started to unbutton my jeans. Suddenly, a flashback of the dream that I had just before we had gotten caught. An older version of me, carrying around a baby and two other children running around my feet. I blinked, and I slowly pushed him away.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but, you're tempting me May. Overtime I see you walk, I want to go up to you and hold you in my arms forever. You're beautiful, inside and out." His words made my heart flutter, and I smiled.
"It's just, I don't want the consequences to happen," I said softly. He nodded.
"I understand." I lay down, and he slipped his arm around my waist and lay down next to me.
"We're going to fall asleep," I said.
"I don't care. It's worth it," he whispered in my ear, and I turned off the light, and I curled up close next to him.
"Goodnight," I whispered, and I slowly drifted off.
In the morning, I thought I heard Mommy pounding on her bedroom door, and I slowly woke Joey.
"Joey," I whispered, and he groaned. "Joey, come on, wake up." His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled, pulling me on top of him.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," he said softly and brushed his lips against mine. I smiled.
"You better go," I said. "My mother is getting up." He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.
"May! May!" Mommy called. I sighed and stood up.
"I'll call you later, OK?" I kissed him good-bye and waited until he was out of the room to go out into the hallway.
"What's going on Daddy?" I asked just as he was heading to the door.
"It's nothing, she's just having some delusional thoughts," he explained. She pounded on the door.
"Jim! Please open the door. They took her again!"
"No, Amanda, she's here, don't worry," Daddy said.
"What did you give her? Should she see a doctor?" I asked, looking at the door.
"No, she's fine. It's just the effects of the medicine that I gave her. She'll be fine." He looked at his watch. "It's still early enough, you can get ready for summer school if you want." I nodded, and went to eagerly change my clothes and get ready.
When we had pulled up to the school, everyone that had heard of my recent adventure had rushed up to the car.
"May! May!" the all cried. I looked at Daddy.
"I have to go. Bye," I said, and hurried out of the car.
"May!" I heard a familiar voice call, and there was Emilia, running toward me.
"Oh my God!" she cried, and she nearly could have pulled me to the ground as she hugged me.
"Oh, you're OK," she sobbed. I smiled.
"I'm fine."
"What happened?"
"Well," I began, and proceeded to tell her what had happened. Her eyes widened.
"I can't believe you did that! You had me so worried!"
"You can't be mad at me Emilia," I said. She smiled.
"You're right. C'mon, let's get to class," she said, and looped her arm with mine, and we walked to class.
"Mind if I escort these two lovely ladies to class?" Joey asked from behind me. I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"You certainly may," I said, and we walked to class.
"How's your Mother?" he whispered in my ear.
"She's fine," I whispered back. We looked at each other for a moment, and started to laugh.
Things started to get a little normal. Me and Joey were finally declared an item. Mommy didn't get any better and sadly, we had to institutionalize her. We visited her often, usually once or twice a week. She was still stuck at the point where she was just discovering that I was gone. She doesn't remember me much.
"Jim, why isn't May coming back?" She would ask sadly. It made my eyes water to see her in such a state.
"Mommy. . . " I touched her hair, and she spun around.
"Who are you?" She asked. I looked at Daddy.
"That's May," he whispered in her ear.
"That's not May. May was taken, remember? Taken in the middle of the night." Daddy told her that we were leaving, and we walked out of the room.
"Will she ever be back to normal?" I asked, wiping a tear away. He shrugged slowly.
"I don't know." We walked out into the parking lot, and Joey was standing by his car, waiting.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, I saw your car here, and you called me and told me that you were coming here, so I thought I would meet you." I looked at Daddy.
"Go ahead," he said. I ran over to him and smiled.
"Let's go over to my place, eh?" he suggested, placing his arm around my waist. I smiled and crawled into his new car.
We drove over to the ranch house, where he carried me inside.
"Remember this place?" he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my cheek. I giggled. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time.
"Maybe," I said, wrapping a lock of his hair around my finger. He smiled, and kissed me, walking over to the couch and dropping me. I snaked my arms around his neck, and he kissed me, slowly raising my shirt up. He stopped.
"Are you ready?" He asked. I gulped, nodded, and brought his lips to mine.