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âDanielle, whatâs wrong? Whatâs wrong?â
âThe-the- and I-I- and he- and you- I.â none of my words made any sense. I couldnât calm myself down enough to catch any breath to think or say words correctly.
C pulled me closer, against him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. It was a good 10 minutes or so before I could finally pull myself together and quit crying. But I loved the feel of being in his arms. It felt so safe⊠so⊠perfect.
âDanielle, what happened?â He asked, sincere.
I sighed and told him everything I remembered of the dream, biting my lip to keep from crying again. By the time I was finished, his eyes were watering instead. I hugged him as tight I could and he squeezed me back.
I sat on his lap, my head against his chest while he played with my hair.
A moment passed before I spoke up, âIâm sorry I didnât come the past two daysâŠâ
âWhy didnât you? I⊠I missed you⊠so much.â
âIâm sorry! I just⊠Iâm just really confused and afraid right now. And after the diner⊠when we almost kissed⊠I just⊠I donât know. I wasnât sure if I could trust you.â A couple tears slipped down my cheek and I buried my face deeper in his chest.
âAnd you have every right not to trust me. Iâm sorry about that, Danielle. I know I shouldnât have done that, I just I-Iâ
I cut him off with my lips. He was stunned for a second, but quickly melted into the kiss, our lips moving in perfect sync. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. A few moments passed and I tried to pull away, but he pulled me back into it.
We both pulled away a minute later, breathing heavily. My knees were weak, my arms shaking, lips tingling, heart racing.
âWell that wasâŠâ he began.
âAmazing? Hot? Delicious?â
He smiled, âYes.â
Chris
I smiled at her and she smiled at me, her eyes shiny and full of life. I felt whole again. Sheâd kissed me. Sheâd kissed me! My life suddenly had purpose, a meaning.
My senses had awakened. I was no longer numb. I could feel my warm, thick blood pumping through my veins. I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt myself take a breath. My eyes were open.
I swept Danielle into a tight hug, taking in her scent.
âYouâre mine⊠youâre mine.â I whispered, a tear falling from my eye and being soaked up by the fabric of her black shirt.
She squeezed me, âAnd youâre mine.â
I sat across from her at the same table weâd sat at when we came here the first time, almost two weeks ago. I was wearing new black skinny jeans, a black shirt with a white guitar and wings on it, plus a solid black jacket that was two sizes too big for me. All new clothes. All clothes Danielle bought for me even though Iâd begged her not to. My old clothes were hiding somewhere among Danielleâs laundry, waiting to be snuck into the washing machine by Danielle without Jaclynâs knowing.
Danielle was wearing black skinny jeans that showed off her legs nicely. She was also wearing a solid black tank top, but it wasnât exposing too much chest like the ones most girls wear. She wasnât wearing any make-up, but she never did. She looked beautiful without it anyways. Her hair was messy and wild, and I liked it that way.
This was the third time weâd come here since Iâd found her. I guess we were a thing again. Together. The one thing Iâd wanted most since I was forced to leave her. But now that I had her, it all seemed⊠fake.
Fake. I didnât deserve her, this wasnât real. None of this. Most of all, this was unfair to her. She had to know. Iâd caused her so much pain and sheâd hated me for it. I felt like I was just using her now, taking advantage of her forgetfulness. I owed it to her to tell her. Everything. Then see if she wanted me.
But I was still selfish. I was afraid. I knew sheâd leave me once she remembered everything. Or at least my name. I promised her Iâd tell her everything when she remembered my name. She still did not and it broke me yet comforted me.
So I decided thatâs how the universe would tell me when it was time to reveal the truth. When she remembered my name. For now, Iâd cherish what I had with her, even if it was unfair. Iâd endure the pain and guilt later. I kept my guilt and doubt to myself, so she wouldnât be hurt. Sheâd think it was her. Like she wasnât good enough or something.
But it was the other way around. I wasnât good enough. She deserved more. She needed more. She needed something true. How could I be true when I spent my life wallowing in the past? The past she didnât even know.
I didnât want to lose her by telling her the truth but I didnât want to be with her while she didnât know. I felt so cruel and ugly. It was wrong. But I was falling for her all over again.
All these thoughts ran endlessly around in my head, creating this continuous internal argument of what was wrong and what I wanted.
I was stuck here. In this fork in the road. Either I abandon her again and leave her broken with my enemy, or I stay with her with this guilt constantly eating me and I grow more tense with every day, or I tell her the truth and lose her. Either way I turned, it wasnât good.
I regretted ever have returned. I shouldâve stayed in the house in the woods with the devil. It was what I deserved. Iâd escaped and this torment was my punishment.
Chapter 7
Jaclyn
She came home around 9:30, grinning like an idiot. The lights were all off, so she didnât see me standing there watching. She gently closed the door behind her, the porch light streaming through the window giving me just enough light to see her. She smiled broadly and leaned against the door, hugging herself.
After a moment, she sighed, still smiling and finally flipped the light switch. The room was instantly flooded with light and Danielle jumped in surprise when she saw me standing there.
âH-Hi Jaclyn.â
âHi Danielle.â I looked her up and down. She wasnât wearing torn jeans like she usually did to go the park. She was wearing her nice pair of skinny jeans. The tight ones. I could smell the load of perfume sheâd soaked herself in before she left.
âWhere have you been?â I asked, breaking the silence.
âJust⊠at the park.â She grinned slightly. There was a twinkle in her eyes I hadnât seen in a long, long time.
I laughed a little. She was so obvious. âWho have you been hanging out with?â I asked, leaning against the doorway that led to the kitchen.
âNobody. I just like going to the park and walking and stuff.â Danielle frowned.
âDanielle.â I made my voice sterner now, more sincere. I already knew the answer. I knew sheâd lie. âDanielle you donât go the park and âwalkâ from morning till the afternoon then go back an hour later just to stay until 9 oâclock at night. Iâm not stupid.â
âJaclyn youâre tired and confused. Go to bed.â Danielle made her voice soft and innocent.
âDanielle stop lying to me.â I stepped closer. Closer, closer. Until I was in her face, âI know what youâre up to.â I glared at her and headed back to my bedroom down the hall, catching her heavy sigh as I left.
Danielle
I could never hold back the huge smile that spread across my face whenever I saw him. He was my best friend, my confidant, and just recently my boyfriend. And yet he was still an almost complete stranger to me. He still refused to give me his name until I remembered.
âHey.â I said, wrapped my arms around him.
He pulled me close, âHey Honey.â
I intertwined my hands with his and stared into his big, navy eyes. They were so dark they were almost black and you could get lost in them forever. He planted a kiss on my lips, and I returned it, nibbling on his bottom lip until he granted me entrance and my tongue explored his mouth. It tasted of strawberry starburst, my favorite candy in the world.
He pulled away and just stared at me. There was a flicker of some kind of emotion in his eyes. A dark emotion, of sadness or⊠guilt? But it was gone before I could comprehend what the emotion was.
âWhat are you staring at?â I asked.
He smiled, âYouâre beautiful, you know that?â He pulled me into another tight hug, âIâm so lucky to have you.â
Jaclyn
I had been suspicious for a while now, but I told myself I was just being overprotective. Ever since Chris returned a month ago, Danielle has acted⊠strangely. She was never home. Barely talked to me. She seemed distant. She never told me of her dreams, so I never gave her the pills.
I think I began to understand when I noticed she would drown herself in perfume and brush her hair and wear nice clothes when she went out. To âwalkâ at âthe parkâ.
So I decided to follow her. I waited a couple minutes after she left before silently sneaking out the front door and following her in my black jacket and baggy jeans. I kept the hood on so she wouldnât recognize my face if she turned around.
I kept about 20 feet between us until we reached the park, where I dashed behind a tree to watch what she would do next.
She met up with a man⊠CHRIS!
They greeted each other, hugged and started to make-out. The whole thing was disgusting. I needed to get her away from him. Heâd hurt her! I had to get her away! Then I needed to overdose her on those pills so sheâll forget! And if she didnât? I had to try. I couldnât let her be with him and be hurt again!
I ran out of my hiding spot, dashing towards them.
âDanielle! Get away from him!â
Chris
Our perfect moment of holding one another and staring into each otherâs eyes was rudely interrupted by a frantic, screaming woman running towards us, her arms flailing about.
âDanielle! Get away from him!â
Jaclyn quickly wrapped her arms around Danielleâs waist and tore her from me in the blink of an eye. I
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