Chapter 6
Maybe I shouldn't have batted those eye lashes. Maybe I shouldn't have blushed. Maybe I shouldn't have parted those lips; those lips that were still tingling from Jack's kiss. The guilt, in the beginning, was just an itch, but now it was a full-fledged rash. I couldn't bear to see his eager, playful face. And there it was, sitting patiently waiting to hold me. My legs felt like liquid.
I began to slip to the ground with tears emerging out of the corners of my eyes. "Blake!" Seth's arms curled around me and held me up and against him. Why did he have to be so tall? I'm already woozy with the idea of his pained expression; the height didn't make it any better. I felt his steps rise and fall then his arms loosen. The couch came up against my back. "My baby! What is it Blake!? What happened?"
My mother's voice like bells made me wants to scream and cry more. So I did. "Blake, just talk to us, please." My mother sounded desperate. Grandpa Edward slipped down the stairs and murmured into mom's ear. How grateful I was for him, keeping it from Seth, either he wanted to keep me happy or he wanted to protect Seth. "It's a combo of the two." He stroked my head. "Eddie what's wrong with her?!?" Poor Seth, I felt like telling him could be the most damage I could do, even if hiding it was just as bad. "They bullied her at school." Today, Edward was my saint. "Don't mention it." He whispered then went upstairs.
I stared at Seth, always so faithful. Tears began rising in my throat. "I'm going to lay down Seth…" he smiled, kissed my forehead and walked off. I curled up on my bed, Thief by Our Lady Peace playing, and I cried. I cried more than I ever imagined I could cry. It seemed to be the only thing I could do these days. I love Seth so much more than I ever thought, but now, Jack had his power over my clay like emotion lying in his hands. I felt like I had lost the sense of who I was.
"Blake? You in there?" my dad knocked slightly and slid in through the door. "What's wrong hon?" he came and rubbed my back. "If you like this Jack kid and he makes you happy, Seth'll be ok." He studied my face. "But it looks like he is tearing my girl apart." Dad frowned then held me close. "Nothing's going to hurt you more than yourself." He murmured. Oh how my dad was right. He always knew what to say.
"Daddy, can you tell Seth to come here?" he nodded then walked out my room. Before I could pull my hair off my face Seth came in. "Blake baby what's wrong?" he scooped me in his arms. "There's this guy…Jack….at my school…he sort of…kissed me today, and I liked it, I feel bad about it." I cried into his shoulder.
"Does he make you happy?" I shrugged. The guy only kissed me and such. "Alright Blake." He murmured into my hair and left. That night was hell. Alone, without Seth, lying on my bed, was like the seventh layer of hell.