have, the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen Darrel. I could never get tired of looking into them. Your eyes are so bright and alive. Did your mom or dad give you those?"
"My dad has blue eyes," I smiled. "His eyes are actually bluer than mine."
"I hadn't noticed that." Mary paused for a minute as I put her down before my arms gave out. She stood with her back facing me and grabbed my arms and pulled them together just under her breasts as I rested my chin on her shoulder.
"I found my dad hanging in the basement when I was in eighth grade. That's why I left. I couldn't go back to that house and my mom couldn't afford to move. The only alternative was to live with my grandmother in Iowa. When my mom finally did move a year later, I still didn't want to come back. I didn't want to be anywhere close to this place. I hate him for doing that to me. It just didn't make sense."
I stood there in disbelief hearing the words Mary had just spoken. I was looking for the right words to say and nothing was coming. I was speechless and at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry Mary," I said while kissing her cheek and squeezing her a little tighter.
Mary tilted her head back enough to give me a kiss on the lips. "It's alright Darrel, I'm in a better place now."
"What made you come back," I asked hoping not to sound too insensitive.
Mary thought a bit, "I really don't know Darrel. I know my mom wanted me to come back so bad. She begged me all the time. I wasn't planning on it though. Everything was good at my grandma's, but I was missing something. Maybe that something was you Darrel."
Goosebumps covered my body as I dug my chin deeper into her shoulder, while engulfing her in the arms of my embrace.
"I'm glad you came back Mary."
Chapter 13
Halloween was just two days away, and if there is anything my town is known for, it was their haunted houses. The local Jaycees would put on one of the scariest haunted houses in the area, and this year it promised to be bigger than ever. Having been open for two weeks, the haunted house was getting rave reviews. My buddies and I made it a tradition to go on the night of Halloween, and we were all pumped for this year. One problem, Mary was very adamant about not wanting to go.
I begged and pleaded with her to go and her answer was always the same, no. We had been together for almost a month, and the only thing I could get her to do was go out to eat. She always claimed people made her nervous or she wasn't comfortable going somewhere with people she didn't know. She would, from time to time, come over to my house when my friends and their girlfriends were there. The majority of the time she would be in the house talking to my mom. My friends thought it was odd and gave me grief about it often. I didn't care though. As long as she was close by and within reach, I was happy.
I had talked to my mom about Mary's unwillingness to go to the haunted house and asked if she could talk her into it. Mary loved my mom. Mary's own relationship with her mom wasn't always on the best of terms. Mary resented her for her dad's death, and I think her mom resented her for leaving during that tragic time. Neither one would budge, so they basically coexisted. Mom said she would try her best, but warned me not to be upset with Mary if she still refused to go.
I don't know what my mom did or said to Mary, but it worked. She agreed to go, and I could tell the day of Halloween she was a nervous wreck. I picked her up at 5:00 P.M., and the plan was to go grab a bite to eat with Matt, Lisa, Mark and his girlfriend Suzy. Afterwards, we would make our way to the haunted house and hopefully arrive by 6:30 P.M., when it was good and dark outside.
Mary didn't talk much during supper. I think she took
"My dad has blue eyes," I smiled. "His eyes are actually bluer than mine."
"I hadn't noticed that." Mary paused for a minute as I put her down before my arms gave out. She stood with her back facing me and grabbed my arms and pulled them together just under her breasts as I rested my chin on her shoulder.
"I found my dad hanging in the basement when I was in eighth grade. That's why I left. I couldn't go back to that house and my mom couldn't afford to move. The only alternative was to live with my grandmother in Iowa. When my mom finally did move a year later, I still didn't want to come back. I didn't want to be anywhere close to this place. I hate him for doing that to me. It just didn't make sense."
I stood there in disbelief hearing the words Mary had just spoken. I was looking for the right words to say and nothing was coming. I was speechless and at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry Mary," I said while kissing her cheek and squeezing her a little tighter.
Mary tilted her head back enough to give me a kiss on the lips. "It's alright Darrel, I'm in a better place now."
"What made you come back," I asked hoping not to sound too insensitive.
Mary thought a bit, "I really don't know Darrel. I know my mom wanted me to come back so bad. She begged me all the time. I wasn't planning on it though. Everything was good at my grandma's, but I was missing something. Maybe that something was you Darrel."
Goosebumps covered my body as I dug my chin deeper into her shoulder, while engulfing her in the arms of my embrace.
"I'm glad you came back Mary."
Chapter 13
Halloween was just two days away, and if there is anything my town is known for, it was their haunted houses. The local Jaycees would put on one of the scariest haunted houses in the area, and this year it promised to be bigger than ever. Having been open for two weeks, the haunted house was getting rave reviews. My buddies and I made it a tradition to go on the night of Halloween, and we were all pumped for this year. One problem, Mary was very adamant about not wanting to go.
I begged and pleaded with her to go and her answer was always the same, no. We had been together for almost a month, and the only thing I could get her to do was go out to eat. She always claimed people made her nervous or she wasn't comfortable going somewhere with people she didn't know. She would, from time to time, come over to my house when my friends and their girlfriends were there. The majority of the time she would be in the house talking to my mom. My friends thought it was odd and gave me grief about it often. I didn't care though. As long as she was close by and within reach, I was happy.
I had talked to my mom about Mary's unwillingness to go to the haunted house and asked if she could talk her into it. Mary loved my mom. Mary's own relationship with her mom wasn't always on the best of terms. Mary resented her for her dad's death, and I think her mom resented her for leaving during that tragic time. Neither one would budge, so they basically coexisted. Mom said she would try her best, but warned me not to be upset with Mary if she still refused to go.
I don't know what my mom did or said to Mary, but it worked. She agreed to go, and I could tell the day of Halloween she was a nervous wreck. I picked her up at 5:00 P.M., and the plan was to go grab a bite to eat with Matt, Lisa, Mark and his girlfriend Suzy. Afterwards, we would make our way to the haunted house and hopefully arrive by 6:30 P.M., when it was good and dark outside.
Mary didn't talk much during supper. I think she took
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