Disclaimer: I do not own any characters including: Bobby Manning, Jack Hudson, Myles Leland the third, Lucy Dotson, Tara Williams, Ted Garrett, Sue Thomas, Howie, Levi the Dog, or any other characters that were created by anyone other than me. If any character is similar to others it is a mere coincidence and not intentional.
Chapter 6
"What are you doing?" Tara asked, her eyes wide, mouth dry.
"Uh, I was just going to give you a kiss goodnight, on the cheek." Bobby explained. "Nothing more."
"But…what if I want more?" She subconsciously licked her lips.
"Uh, well," it was hard to breath with Tara so close to him, Bobby could smell her shampoo, he saw a freckle that he had never noticed before, "like what?"
Leaning on her elbows Tara pushed herself forward, she whispered, "Like this." She brushed her lips against his, causing electricity to shoot through his veins. He deepened the kiss and Tara responded. Pulling her closer Bobby rested his hand on the back of her neck, skin against skin. She wrapped her arms around his.
Bobby woke suddenly. Oh man. What have I gotten myself into? Of course the kiss had never happened, Tara hadn't even woken up.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand down his face. Now how was he supposed to fall asleep? He got up and walked to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Only now did he hear the pouring rain. It sounds like a windows open. As he got closer to Tara's room, the sound became louder. He slowly opened the door, "Tara!" he shouted when Bobby saw her. He ran to her and grabbed her arms.
Tara looked out of the window. If only he knew that she had been awake when he kissed her goodnight. It was such a tender, caring kiss. It took everything she had to keep her eyes closed. She had never experienced such love from any of her other boyfriends, especially not Stanley. The rain was pouring hard now; it had started only a few seconds after Bobby left. What am I going to do? I knew my feelings for Bobby would take over if he was supposed to be my 'husband'. She crawled out of her bed, still in the clothes she had worn all day.
Flashes of the body on the cold washroom floor threatened to overtake her. The blood, the dead eyes staring at her from every direction, judging her, slowly murdering her soul. It was so easy to convince Bobby that she was alright; too easy. It scared her. No one should be able to hide their feelings so well that the person that knows you the best can't tell the difference between truth and lie. Paralyzed and numb between dead.
Tara opened the window, shivering when the cool rain sprayed onto her. She sat on the windowsill and swung one leg over, then the other. She sat there, numb, not noticing the water drenching her body, not detecting the tears drowning her soul, her sanity. She wanted so bad to feel something, to weep. Not have tears merely slide down her cheeks as they were at the moment. All Tara wanted was to drown in sorrow, to become human again. To feel.
Why can't I feel? She cried, Why? The answer came; to feel, you must open your heart to others, allow yourself to be felt. How? The answer never came. Tara only felt falling…
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Okay, this is to jesuschick and everyone else, I tried to find Bobby's biological father's name, but I could not find it anywhere! If anyone else knows, please tell me or jesuschick, much appreciated!