by Mrs. Hathoway

Created on: July 13, 2010

Twenty one calls later, I decided that I was wasting my minutes. I am going to cross the street. His threat of if you come over it's over hung to me like a distant memory. I knew that something was wrong, I thought that I could fix it. It was late summer, when days were sweaty and nights were cold. I was wearing shorts and it was sweater weather, I didn't care, my face was hot and it felt good having the cold night air hit my face. I knew that I would pay for it the next morning, well if there was a next morning.

It was nine and the sun has set, awaiting for the new day, I knew I should have followed my instinct. I loved him, more than I knew I loved him. We were going to hang out that night, we were there and I just cracked my first bottle of beer. I knew I should have took it with me, I probably would have felt better about what was happening. He said that his dad was piss drunk and wanted no one at the house. How could I be no one, I basically lived there. He said he would call me later but I wasn't going to take the chance of actually having a good night's rest without the phone blaring that stupid ring tone. It didn't fell right, I did what I always did and called anyone who would stand being around me longer than twenty minutes. No one was at my moms house and I decided that I would go there and dig deeper into the misery that at the time was sweet pain. I felt safe there, I knew that if something was wrong then I would be close. He didn't need me but I always made myself available to him. I knew he was lying. So I decided to go back.

The cold air was getting more and more obvious when I got to the side of the street he lived on. I stopped myself and decided to call again for the twenty second time. He picked up and said that he was fine and he would talk to me in the morning. It made me fell so stupid to get that far and actually get up and walk to his house, I was just there 39 minutes ago. I couldn't understand why, maybe it was because the sound of guilt in his face and deep down inside me I knew what was happening. So I stood there, fighting myself to go further. Then I hear laughter, the sound of a girl who sounded like she was flirting, the laugh that says I am just trying to get your attention, then the sound of a bottle hitting the floor. The voices sounded familiar. I knew who that was and I had to see what was going on. I started to run but I thought that the pounding of my feet to the floor would scare the moment away. So I quickly

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