Burning Love. by Emily Zimmerman. (classic novels for teens .txt) 📖

kiss still swimming in my mind. I pulled out my phone and called a cab, having to bite my lip in between telling him where I was.
My heart felt hollow, and my chest was tight. I felt as if I’d left my entire life behind…without even a goodbye.
I stopped at the house and told the cab driver to wait. I then ran in, and immediately grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I then wrote:
Dear Daniel.
I’m sorry. There are no words for how much I regret this decision, but if I hadn’t left, someone would have gotten hurt. I want you to know that I love you, more than anything, but it doesn’t change what’s happened. Maybe, when John is out of my life, we’ll meet again, but if not, then goodbye, my one true love, I hope you have a good life, with a wife and children that you love as deeply as I love you.
With greatest sorrow, and deepest love, Sky.
I set the note on the kitchen table and let my hand linger for a few minutes before running to my room, and packing everything I owned. I ran out to the cab and stuffed everything in the trunk. “Take me to the bus station, Gabe.”
“Right. Where yah headed this time?” he asked me.
“I don’t even know yet.” I sighed.


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Chapter eight.

It’s been three weeks since I left Daniel, and John doesn’t seem to have followed me, so I’m safe for now. I left my phone at Daniel’s house, but I call Aunt Mabel from my new phone to let her know I’m okay…I won’t tell her where I am.
I got a part time job at a grocery store as a cashier, it gets food on the table, but I’m struggling with bills. I live in an apartment with five hundred dollar rent; it was the cheapest rent I could get.
“Paper or plastic?” I asked the woman in front of me, she had four children and looked dead on her feet.
“Plastic.” She mumbled.
I looked down, starting the process of scanning items, it was harder than they made it seem. The woman leaned down to scold her children as they fought over a pack of gum, and my mind drifted to Dan, was he alright? Had I hurt him with my sudden goodbye? Did he think of me as much as I thought of him?
I felt empty without Dan, like I wasn’t the same person. Dan, though he was frustrating and wanted things I couldn’t give him, made me happier than anyone I’ve ever been with. He filled my life with meaning…but I couldn’t stay. John had gotten too brave. I should have left as soon as I saw Gram in the town, Dan wouldn’t have meant so much to me; we wouldn’t have known each other.
I sighed in relief as I looked at the time, my shift was over. I checked out the last customer I had and set up the sign that said I was closed.
“See you tomorrow, Cindy.” I said to her as she walked by.
Cindy is my coworker, we have a mutual agreement, if I’m nice to her, she’ll be nice to me. “Yeah, see you tomorrow. Oh! There was a man looking for you this morning when I was cleaning. Said he knows you.” I paused mid-step.
“Did he say his name?”
“No, now that you mention it, he didn’t. He was tall, real handsome, brown hair. Girl I’d fall over dead if a man like that came askin’ for me.” She fanned herself.
Dan.
“Did you tell him where I was?” I asked her.
“No. I told him I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t want you tellin’ strange men where I lived, no matter how sexy.” She said, and I felt extremely grateful for her thoughtfulness.
“Thanks.” I said with a slight smile. “I’ll see you later.”
I walked out to my old, beat up, rusted Camry with a missing bumper. I slid into the driver’s seat and sighed, dropping my head in my hands and rubbing my face tiredly, my life is too complicated, now I’m hiding from two men. I slid my key into the ignition and turned it…nothing. I tried again, still nothing. It was trying to start, but it just couldn’t do it.
I got frustrated, banged the dash board with my hand, and the car started. This made me smile a little.
I drove home, constantly checking my mirrors, if Dan was here; chances are he’d find me. If there was one thing I knew about Dan, it would be that when he wanted something, he worked hard to get it. I pulled into my apartment parking lot, humming to myself while I listened to the radio.
As I was walking up the stairs to my apartment, my cell phone rang. I looked at the number and sighed. “Hi mom.” I said when I answered.
“You told me you were on vacation! How could you lie to me?” she yelled, making me pull away from the phone.
“Mom, calm down, you’re hurting my ear.” I rolled my eyes, tucking the phone between my shoulder and my ear while I unlocked the door. I pushed it open and walked into the kitchen, throwing my purse on the counter.
“Mabel told me about Dan. Sweetheart, Dan is not John, he’s a sweet guy!”
“It’s more complicated than that, mom.” I muttered.
I heard her scoff. “Fine. That wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about anyway, I just read in the paper that John is in jail for breaking and entering, do you know anything about that?” she asked me.
I felt my mouth drop open and the apple that I had pulled from the fridge slipped from my hands. “No…I mean I had no idea he was even in town.” I lied.
“Yes. He was found supposedly robbing Daniel’s house. Can you believe that? I knew he was scum when you met him.” She muttered.
“He’s in jail now?” I asked her.
“Yes.”
“I’m coming home.” I said.
Before she could answer, I hung up and grabbed my purse. Home was about three hours away, I didn’t care how bad a shape my car was in, I was going to get home and have a few words with him.

I was exhausted from the drive, and my car’s air conditioning wasn’t the best, so when I pulled up to the police station, I was more cranky then before. I wanted to give John what-for. I hurled myself from the car and marched right into the building. Blake was leaned down beside his coworker, looking at something when I slammed my hands down on the desk.
He looked up and his eyes widened. “Skylar? What-“
“I want to see John. Now.” I said.
He studied my expression for a few seconds before nodding. “I’ll get it set up.” He said.
“And I’ll be waiting.” I said, plopping myself down on the bench against the wall and crossing my arms.
Blake went to set up an interrogation room for John, and all the men stared at me in silence. I supposed they all knew about John’s abusive nature, but I held my head high and ignored them all.
“Skylar? Come with me.” Blake muttered.
I nodded and stood up, following him back. I looked through the one way glass at John, feeling my anger heightened, I was no longer afraid of him. I was angry as hell at him.
“Now if you have any problems with him, I’ll be right outside the window listening, just call for me when you’re ready to leave.” Blake muttered.
I nodded once and entered the room, slamming the door shut behind me. Instead of sitting in the chair, I took it and propped it under the handle of the door, making sure no one could get in and interrupt my revenge.
I turned to John, who’d stood up from where he once sat. “Hello, Johnny.” I sneered.
“Hey, baby. You know I’ve been waiting for you.” He smiled.
I walked over to him without another word and slapped him straight across the face. “That’s for what happened at the Halloween party.” I growled.
The banging on the door told me that they’d realized I wasn’t here to just talk. I ignored it and balled my hand into a fist, punching him with all the force I had in the stomach. “That’s for our anniversary!”
I grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the wall, punching him so hard I thought I heard a crack. “That’s for Christmas eve!”
I pulled my knee up and hit his groin so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if he bled. “That’s for what you did to me in the alley!”
He fell to the ground and I kicked him in the stomach. “And that’s just to make me feel better.” I said, wiping the dust from my hands.
I turned and walked over to the door, pulling the chair from where it sat, propped up against the knob. I opened the door with a satisfied grin. “I’m done here.” And I meant it. I was done with John, I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. I knew self-defense, and I was going to kick his ass all the way to Melbrook St. If he even tried to get near me again.
Blake stared at me with a grimace. “Remind me not to make you angry.” He said.
“Oh, believe me, I’ve wanted to do that for months.” I said.

I walked out to the car, a bounce in my step. I laughed, the heavy feeling taken from my shoulders. I stopped in front of my car and thought about what I just did. “I just beat the hell out of my ex.” I said aloud.
I let out a startled laugh, I was free, and I wasn’t in danger anymore. He was going to be put away for a long time, and I didn’t have to worry. I felt happy for the first time in what seemed like ages. I actually did a little dance in front of my car…that was until a shiny red corvette glided by. It skidded to a stop and I cursed under my breath…Dan was back.
I sighed as it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get out of the car, he was either wondering if it were really me or he was afraid he’d scare me away if he got out. I walked the