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I slammed the door shut. I wasn’t about to give him the opportunity to speak. He didn’t deserve it. I barely made it around the front of his car before he peeled out of the drive. He had some nerve thinking that I would give him a piece of ass after that.
I walked through the front door and slammed it shut behind me, making sure to lock it. My shoes were the first thing to go. I kicked them off in the middle of the floor and left them there, where I could cuss about it tomorrow when I tripped over them. I was just so mad. I didn’t know if I was madder at him or myself. His words really got to me. I was having a perfectly good time until he brought up my parents. I was doing so well. They were supposed to be in the back of my mind, where I planned for them to stay, at least for a while, or until I could figure out how to deal with it all.
I had my clothes off before I even made it to the restroom. I splashed some cool water on my face, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. The only thought in my mind was my parents. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my mother’s face staring back at me. I thought about the last day of her life, and how it was my fault. They loved each other so much. They were supposed to live long happy lives together, and grow old. No matter how much I tossed in the bed, the images just became worse. I sat straight up. How would I ever get through this? I had to close my eyes. At some point, I would have to sleep. I was able to sleep when I was at home with Uncle Jake, so why couldn’t I do it now? Why is it that they were flooding my thoughts here, all of a sudden? I couldn’t handle it.
My cell phone said it was only eleven o’clock. I wanted someone to call me and talk; to tell me everything was okay and that I wasn’t some horrible person.
I closed my eyes, only to feel my chest tightening at my thoughts. Did she scream, before the semi barreled into their SUV? How fast were they driving? Were they in any pain? Damn my thoughts. They were morbid, and hurt me so badly.
I went back to the bathroom, thinking maybe some cold water would help. I splashed a hand full on my face and then looked in the mirror. My reflection frightened me. It wasn’t my brown eyes staring back at me, it was my mother’s green ones. Her pale face was covered in blood. My sigh was strangled. I turned away and grabbed my chest. When I looked back into the mirror, she was gone. It was only me. What the hell was wrong with me? The tears began falling. This must be my punishment. It must be their way of holding me hostage, so that I would always remember that I was the one that caused them to die. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and cried. I’d never felt more frightened and saddened in all my life. I deserved this torture. I was crying so hard that I had no idea that someone had entered the house.
I screamed when I felt his hand touch my shoulder.
“Travis, what are you doing here?”
TEN
Travis
I knocked on the dark wooden door several times. I peeked around the edge of the porch to see that the light was still on. I knocked again, but still no answer. Surely I was not crazy; I could have sworn that there were no lights on when I pulled up. Taking my chances, I reached up above the iron casing of the front porch light. “Jackpot,” Even after all of these years, the key was still hidden in the same exact spot. I opened the door. “Sawyer,” I called out. The kitchen light above the stove was on. It was not bright, but there was enough light that I could see her heels strewn across the living room floor. I took a deep breath, hoping that I wouldn’t walk in on something that I truly did not want to see.
When I came around the corner into the hallway, I finally heard sounds. It was soft at first, but the closer I got to Sawyer’s bedroom, the louder it got. I could tell then that she was crying. I opened the door to her bedroom, but she wasn’t there. The
I walked through the front door and slammed it shut behind me, making sure to lock it. My shoes were the first thing to go. I kicked them off in the middle of the floor and left them there, where I could cuss about it tomorrow when I tripped over them. I was just so mad. I didn’t know if I was madder at him or myself. His words really got to me. I was having a perfectly good time until he brought up my parents. I was doing so well. They were supposed to be in the back of my mind, where I planned for them to stay, at least for a while, or until I could figure out how to deal with it all.
I had my clothes off before I even made it to the restroom. I splashed some cool water on my face, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. The only thought in my mind was my parents. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my mother’s face staring back at me. I thought about the last day of her life, and how it was my fault. They loved each other so much. They were supposed to live long happy lives together, and grow old. No matter how much I tossed in the bed, the images just became worse. I sat straight up. How would I ever get through this? I had to close my eyes. At some point, I would have to sleep. I was able to sleep when I was at home with Uncle Jake, so why couldn’t I do it now? Why is it that they were flooding my thoughts here, all of a sudden? I couldn’t handle it.
My cell phone said it was only eleven o’clock. I wanted someone to call me and talk; to tell me everything was okay and that I wasn’t some horrible person.
I closed my eyes, only to feel my chest tightening at my thoughts. Did she scream, before the semi barreled into their SUV? How fast were they driving? Were they in any pain? Damn my thoughts. They were morbid, and hurt me so badly.
I went back to the bathroom, thinking maybe some cold water would help. I splashed a hand full on my face and then looked in the mirror. My reflection frightened me. It wasn’t my brown eyes staring back at me, it was my mother’s green ones. Her pale face was covered in blood. My sigh was strangled. I turned away and grabbed my chest. When I looked back into the mirror, she was gone. It was only me. What the hell was wrong with me? The tears began falling. This must be my punishment. It must be their way of holding me hostage, so that I would always remember that I was the one that caused them to die. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and cried. I’d never felt more frightened and saddened in all my life. I deserved this torture. I was crying so hard that I had no idea that someone had entered the house.
I screamed when I felt his hand touch my shoulder.
“Travis, what are you doing here?”
TEN
Travis
I knocked on the dark wooden door several times. I peeked around the edge of the porch to see that the light was still on. I knocked again, but still no answer. Surely I was not crazy; I could have sworn that there were no lights on when I pulled up. Taking my chances, I reached up above the iron casing of the front porch light. “Jackpot,” Even after all of these years, the key was still hidden in the same exact spot. I opened the door. “Sawyer,” I called out. The kitchen light above the stove was on. It was not bright, but there was enough light that I could see her heels strewn across the living room floor. I took a deep breath, hoping that I wouldn’t walk in on something that I truly did not want to see.
When I came around the corner into the hallway, I finally heard sounds. It was soft at first, but the closer I got to Sawyer’s bedroom, the louder it got. I could tell then that she was crying. I opened the door to her bedroom, but she wasn’t there. The
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