ask Third, needing a hint on where she may have gone. Maybe she went home, but my gut is telling me that is the last place she wants to be at the moment.
Third breathes heavily into the phone. “She said not to lick her.” He giggles into the phone.
“What the hell, dude? You licked her?” I am on my feet, looking for where I put my keys. Shit, where are they.
“Oh, man. You are going to kick my ass now, aren’t you?” Third sobs.
“No. I am not, but I will if you lick her again.” I spin around the room. “I just need to find her.” There they are; on Katie’s dresser. Third is still sobbing into the phone. “Go back to sleep. I will find her.” I hang up. I will deal with him later. Now, my only concern is to find Barbie.
“Katie.” I lean in to kiss her cheek and she pulls away.
“Don’t go,” she says and her eyes swell. “Stay with me.” Her green eyes beg me.
“I have to go find her,” I say simply.
“Why?” Katie’s voice is on the verge of hysteria.
“Because I just do.” It is the truth. It is not something I can explain, I only know that I have to ensure she is okay. I feel unease when I don’t know where she is, or if she is safe.
“I hate this. I hate that she demands your attention. She can take care of herself, Dylan. I know you feel this guilt for what happened to her, but that is not your fault. She is really messed up. Don’t let her bring you into her world and screw up your life, too, Dylan. She is going nowhere.” My cheeks burn with Katie’s words. They piss me off. She doesn’t know how far into her world I actually am or want to be. “I wish your mom never took them in. How do you think it makes me feel, knowing that Phenix City’s biggest whore is sleeping only a few rooms away from my boyfriend?”
I run my hands through my hair. “Katie, you are not making this easy on me.” I grab my keys.
“She is a whore!” she yells at me.
“She is not a whore!” I say, now angry at her.
“She is and you can’t tell me she is not. You heard the rumors about her.” Katie stands up and walks over to me.
“That is why they are called rumors, Katie. They are not true,” I snap, defending my heart.
“Dylan, I don’t want to fight. Just stay with me and let’s see what happens.” She flutters her eyes at me. God. She is baiting me with the possibility of sex and yet she is calling Barbie the whore.
“I have to go,” I say simply and walk out the door.
I make a loop around the park that separates Third’s neighborhood and Barbie’s old one. A storm growls outside, building with my anticipation. I know where she is. I am just wishfully thinking that she wouldn’t taunt the dark memories that follow her like a parasite, however I know my girl and the humming sensation on my skin is never wrong. My heart is like a radar for her; it slams against my chest as I drive closer. I come to life whenever she is near.
I turn down the dark road. It is a different world than the safe, cushiony one that I reside in. A car passes me with its windows down, base rumbling the street. I don’t make eye contact with the driver; instead, I take in the rundown houses that line the streets. The houses here tell a story that no one gives a damn what is happening around them. I turn once more down her old road when the storm no longer holds back and lets out a roar overhead. Moments later, I see her standing perfectly still and I can’t even tell if she is breathing. I stop the car keeping my headlights on her. I want to go and get her, rescue her, but I hold back; I think she needs this. There are emotions crashing into her I cannot explain. This is one storm that I cannot outrun for her. I have a feeling we are both going to get wet. And like the storm over head, something in her snaps and she wages war on the house. I know it must have been filled with horrors. Horrors I cannot even imagine.
Chapter 6.
Barbie
I have not been back here since that night. The sky
Third breathes heavily into the phone. “She said not to lick her.” He giggles into the phone.
“What the hell, dude? You licked her?” I am on my feet, looking for where I put my keys. Shit, where are they.
“Oh, man. You are going to kick my ass now, aren’t you?” Third sobs.
“No. I am not, but I will if you lick her again.” I spin around the room. “I just need to find her.” There they are; on Katie’s dresser. Third is still sobbing into the phone. “Go back to sleep. I will find her.” I hang up. I will deal with him later. Now, my only concern is to find Barbie.
“Katie.” I lean in to kiss her cheek and she pulls away.
“Don’t go,” she says and her eyes swell. “Stay with me.” Her green eyes beg me.
“I have to go find her,” I say simply.
“Why?” Katie’s voice is on the verge of hysteria.
“Because I just do.” It is the truth. It is not something I can explain, I only know that I have to ensure she is okay. I feel unease when I don’t know where she is, or if she is safe.
“I hate this. I hate that she demands your attention. She can take care of herself, Dylan. I know you feel this guilt for what happened to her, but that is not your fault. She is really messed up. Don’t let her bring you into her world and screw up your life, too, Dylan. She is going nowhere.” My cheeks burn with Katie’s words. They piss me off. She doesn’t know how far into her world I actually am or want to be. “I wish your mom never took them in. How do you think it makes me feel, knowing that Phenix City’s biggest whore is sleeping only a few rooms away from my boyfriend?”
I run my hands through my hair. “Katie, you are not making this easy on me.” I grab my keys.
“She is a whore!” she yells at me.
“She is not a whore!” I say, now angry at her.
“She is and you can’t tell me she is not. You heard the rumors about her.” Katie stands up and walks over to me.
“That is why they are called rumors, Katie. They are not true,” I snap, defending my heart.
“Dylan, I don’t want to fight. Just stay with me and let’s see what happens.” She flutters her eyes at me. God. She is baiting me with the possibility of sex and yet she is calling Barbie the whore.
“I have to go,” I say simply and walk out the door.
I make a loop around the park that separates Third’s neighborhood and Barbie’s old one. A storm growls outside, building with my anticipation. I know where she is. I am just wishfully thinking that she wouldn’t taunt the dark memories that follow her like a parasite, however I know my girl and the humming sensation on my skin is never wrong. My heart is like a radar for her; it slams against my chest as I drive closer. I come to life whenever she is near.
I turn down the dark road. It is a different world than the safe, cushiony one that I reside in. A car passes me with its windows down, base rumbling the street. I don’t make eye contact with the driver; instead, I take in the rundown houses that line the streets. The houses here tell a story that no one gives a damn what is happening around them. I turn once more down her old road when the storm no longer holds back and lets out a roar overhead. Moments later, I see her standing perfectly still and I can’t even tell if she is breathing. I stop the car keeping my headlights on her. I want to go and get her, rescue her, but I hold back; I think she needs this. There are emotions crashing into her I cannot explain. This is one storm that I cannot outrun for her. I have a feeling we are both going to get wet. And like the storm over head, something in her snaps and she wages war on the house. I know it must have been filled with horrors. Horrors I cannot even imagine.
Chapter 6.
Barbie
I have not been back here since that night. The sky
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