She bangs on the door. He scowls,
standing up and storming to the door. He rips it open with such force, I swear the door has come off the hinges. He towers
over her, vibrating. His voice is frightening, "You do it. You call the
cops and tell them to come on down. I have some interesting bruises to show
them. Bruises you gave her. I know you beat her, you old hag." He pokes
into her chest hard and fast, "But that stops now. You lay a finger on her
and I will kill you." He pounds on her chest with every word he speaks,
"I. Will . Kill. You."
She cries out and steps back. He slams the door, seething in
anger and taking deep breaths. He keeps his back turned to me. I watch his back
rise and fall with his breaths, like a monster trying to gain control.
"Bash," I whisper. I almost feel sorry for Mary,
almost.
He turns around, nodding, "Sorry. I just can’t stand her
or anyone hurting you."
I see something on his face. It’s contorted
in anger , rage . It’s creepy. He walks back to
me and drops to his knees, taking my hand and wrapping his around mine.
"You should go," I whisper.
He shakes his head, "I can't go without you. Come away
with me. This isn’t you, this place . . . it’s horrid."
“No, thanks.” The image of his laughing and helping Sarah is
trying to overtake my brain. I feel sick about Sam. Everything is bad. I roll
on my side and bury my face into my pillow.
He rubs my back.
"Just don’t touch me," I snap in a muffled voice.
"You need me, Erralynn. You need me as much as I need
you."
I lift my face and shake my head, "I'm going to hurt you.
Just like Sam."
He smiles, "I don’t believe in curses. I believe in
anaphylaxis. I believe in allergies and insect bites. I don’t believe that
kissing your cheek is what did that to him. Anyone who does believe it, is a fool."
"But they all do."
"To hell with them all then. I mean, who cares? They are
beneath you."
He says the craziest things. I shake my head, "I do. I
care. I have to live here for four more months. I have already lived through
years of it, I can make it a few more months." I curl into a ball and try
to fight the tears that stream down my cheeks.
He climbs onto the chair in the corner next to the bed. I hear
it creak under his weight. His being in my room makes me feel more alone than I
ever have. He is something else I can't ever have. He is added to the list.
I try to fight the sleep but I can't. The emotions have me
exhausted.
I don’t dream and when I wake, the blankets are wrapped around
me. There is a sound filling the room. I open an eye, seeing him passed out in
the chair. His phone is vibrating in his pocket. I turn over and poke him with my
foot, "Bash."
“What? What phone?” He moans and opens a grey eye.
"Your phone."
“My what? Oh yes.” He winces and reaches into his pocket.
"Yes."
I can hear a girl’s voice.
"No. I'm with Lynnie right now. No, not like that. She
was upset. Yes. No, she's fine now." He sighs and stretches, nodding,
"Okay. I'll call when I get home. Of course. Goodbye." He hangs up the phone and I shoot daggers at him with my glare.
"What is that look for?"
I close my eyes and sigh, "Just get out."
He reaches for me, his fingers bite into my arms,
"Lynnie. What is happening here?"
Tears sting my eyes. I refuse to look at him and let them
free.
"What's wrong? You're doing that thing again with your
face."
I open my eyes and a flood of tears drip down my cheeks,
"What are you doing here?"
He looks confused, "I was worried. I mean . . . I thought
Mary would come and hurt you again. So I stayed. I still think we should leave
though. You should come with me."
I shake my head, "Who was the girl on the phone?”
He scowls, “Your friend, Sarah. She phoned to ask me a favor.”
I roll my eyes, “She likes you, you idiot. Are you asking her
out and sleeping in my room at the same time?”
He pulls back, "What? No. Of course
not. I wouldn’t date a girl like Sarah, for starters. Secondly,
standing up and storming to the door. He rips it open with such force, I swear the door has come off the hinges. He towers
over her, vibrating. His voice is frightening, "You do it. You call the
cops and tell them to come on down. I have some interesting bruises to show
them. Bruises you gave her. I know you beat her, you old hag." He pokes
into her chest hard and fast, "But that stops now. You lay a finger on her
and I will kill you." He pounds on her chest with every word he speaks,
"I. Will . Kill. You."
She cries out and steps back. He slams the door, seething in
anger and taking deep breaths. He keeps his back turned to me. I watch his back
rise and fall with his breaths, like a monster trying to gain control.
"Bash," I whisper. I almost feel sorry for Mary,
almost.
He turns around, nodding, "Sorry. I just can’t stand her
or anyone hurting you."
I see something on his face. It’s contorted
in anger , rage . It’s creepy. He walks back to
me and drops to his knees, taking my hand and wrapping his around mine.
"You should go," I whisper.
He shakes his head, "I can't go without you. Come away
with me. This isn’t you, this place . . . it’s horrid."
“No, thanks.” The image of his laughing and helping Sarah is
trying to overtake my brain. I feel sick about Sam. Everything is bad. I roll
on my side and bury my face into my pillow.
He rubs my back.
"Just don’t touch me," I snap in a muffled voice.
"You need me, Erralynn. You need me as much as I need
you."
I lift my face and shake my head, "I'm going to hurt you.
Just like Sam."
He smiles, "I don’t believe in curses. I believe in
anaphylaxis. I believe in allergies and insect bites. I don’t believe that
kissing your cheek is what did that to him. Anyone who does believe it, is a fool."
"But they all do."
"To hell with them all then. I mean, who cares? They are
beneath you."
He says the craziest things. I shake my head, "I do. I
care. I have to live here for four more months. I have already lived through
years of it, I can make it a few more months." I curl into a ball and try
to fight the tears that stream down my cheeks.
He climbs onto the chair in the corner next to the bed. I hear
it creak under his weight. His being in my room makes me feel more alone than I
ever have. He is something else I can't ever have. He is added to the list.
I try to fight the sleep but I can't. The emotions have me
exhausted.
I don’t dream and when I wake, the blankets are wrapped around
me. There is a sound filling the room. I open an eye, seeing him passed out in
the chair. His phone is vibrating in his pocket. I turn over and poke him with my
foot, "Bash."
“What? What phone?” He moans and opens a grey eye.
"Your phone."
“My what? Oh yes.” He winces and reaches into his pocket.
"Yes."
I can hear a girl’s voice.
"No. I'm with Lynnie right now. No, not like that. She
was upset. Yes. No, she's fine now." He sighs and stretches, nodding,
"Okay. I'll call when I get home. Of course. Goodbye." He hangs up the phone and I shoot daggers at him with my glare.
"What is that look for?"
I close my eyes and sigh, "Just get out."
He reaches for me, his fingers bite into my arms,
"Lynnie. What is happening here?"
Tears sting my eyes. I refuse to look at him and let them
free.
"What's wrong? You're doing that thing again with your
face."
I open my eyes and a flood of tears drip down my cheeks,
"What are you doing here?"
He looks confused, "I was worried. I mean . . . I thought
Mary would come and hurt you again. So I stayed. I still think we should leave
though. You should come with me."
I shake my head, "Who was the girl on the phone?”
He scowls, “Your friend, Sarah. She phoned to ask me a favor.”
I roll my eyes, “She likes you, you idiot. Are you asking her
out and sleeping in my room at the same time?”
He pulls back, "What? No. Of course
not. I wouldn’t date a girl like Sarah, for starters. Secondly,
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