Alright, manly man,” he says. “Go prove that you’re a man.
I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.
One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.
Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell
That'd be walking into dangerous territory," he says, getting up from the sofa. "Luke is not a morning person.
I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.
There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.
Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you
Please don't go. I just got you back
I've missed you, Ella May
You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-
Its's just that... this is the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit.
I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.
Okay, I'm going to be completely honest here." I take a deep breath, because what I'm about to say is very real and more honest than I've ever been. "I don't want to be awayfrom you for that long.
Kayden: Yeah, but you're a girl. Me: Oh, I forgot for a sec. Thanx for reminding me. Kayden: I haven't forgotten at all. In fact, it's all I think about all the time. Me: That I'm a girl?? Kayden: That ur a girl I very badly want to touch right now
I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.
I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.
You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.
He stops rocking the cage. "Oh, come on, Callie. It won't be fun if we don't rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better it'll feel." His voice drops to a deep whisper. "We can rock it nice and slow or really, really fast."... "Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life?" Why does it feel like he's secretly talking dirty to me? "Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard," I say without thinking, then bite down on my lip as the dirty section of my brain catches up with me. Honestly, I didn't even know that side existed.
So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.
It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.
I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.
At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.
I thought I’d saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
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