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am.” He frowned. “I never had a plan to be unfaithful, Bryer.
Sonia was convenient, and I was a prick. That day changed me. I knew what it
was like to lose someone I love. “
“Yeah, me too. You
were my whole world, Cash, and you destroyed me, my ability to trust.” And
sitting here with him, it’s all still fresh and painful.
“I know what I did to
you, Bryer.” He winces.
“Do you? You made a
promise, then broke it.”
“I know. I’ve tried
desperately to understand where it all went wrong, why temptation won.”
“You turned my life
upside down.” Drowning in the murky depths of heartache. It’s etched in my mind
forever. Like a scar never fully healed, I remember it all perfectly.
Questioning my need to know more. “Why her? Was there more?” I ask foolishly,
knowing however he answers I won’t believe him.
“What more can I say
without hurting you, Bryer? But if you have to know, it was only her.”
“The stench of a
lie.” As I roll my eyes, not allowing myself to be fooled.
“I know you too well,
Bryer. Don’t give me that look.,” he says, trying to pull me out of the hole
I’m in.
“I was so naive,
young, I had no clue, Cash. It was all so heart wrenching.” My eyes burning
into his.
“Believe it or not, I
was deeply in love with you. I also knew, you would have never forgiven me.”
“You’re right, I
still haven’t.”
Feeling as if we have
gone as far as we can, I stand, gathering my plate, cleaning up. With my back
turned, I ask, “What am I doing here, Cash?”
“If I was being
completely honest, I would like your forgiveness.”
“I can’t give that to
you.”
“Still?”
“Still.”
He stands, handing me
his dish, then he reaches out for a curl, noticing my hands in the soapy water
making it difficult to stop him.
I lean away as a
subtle hint.
And steps back,
taking the hint. “I was hoping I could make it up to you.”
I spin around quickly,
and I can see he’s fighting back tears. He runs his hand through his perfect
blond hair, and I watch him suffer, uncertain of his sincerity, I’m no fool.
“Just accept my need to hate you, Cash, and we both can move on.”
“That’s not what I
want.”
“It’s not up to you.”
He sure is working it, his performance impressive. Although a tiny part of me
wonders, what if, what if, there’s a layer of truth in what he’s admitting. The
rational side screams do not show a sign of weakness, not to Cash, he’ll pounce
on any opportunity. “I’m going upstairs, call me when the car arrives.” Eager
to touch my mother’s words again, the one thing that will bring me bliss. “Then
prepare yourself, Nathan is going to fuck you up.” Looking down, smiling at him
as I climb.
“I’m sure he thinks
he is,” he yells up, as he watches me go.
“Yeah, nice play, I’m
sure he’s planning your death right now, and how you shanghaied me into coming
with you.”
“Shanghaied? Your
roots are showing, Bryer, Texas will always be who you really are.
I hear his words, but
I’m already in the bedroom. Grabbing the journal and a spare blanket to keep
warm in this monstrosity of a house.
I turn to the next
entry.
Dreamy, that’s the perfect word.
David can sweep a girl off her feet. I feel protected at his side. Unlike when
I’m alone. He brought me a flower today, a daisy. Make love not war, he said. I
hope he wasn’t hinting. I know girls my age have given themselves already, but
I want my first time to be with the man I love. Eighteen isn’t too old, or that’s
what I tell myself.
My girlfriend thinks I’m uptight,
frigid, but she’s wrong. I’m choosey. The time will come when I know it’s
right.
I bought some new bell bottoms
today, and I’m wearing them with my yellow T-Shirt tonight. David’s picking me
up, and we’re going to the drive-in movies. I don’t care if it is a western, I
just want to be with him.
I can hear the commotion
downstairs, I know to keep my door
Sonia was convenient, and I was a prick. That day changed me. I knew what it
was like to lose someone I love. “
“Yeah, me too. You
were my whole world, Cash, and you destroyed me, my ability to trust.” And
sitting here with him, it’s all still fresh and painful.
“I know what I did to
you, Bryer.” He winces.
“Do you? You made a
promise, then broke it.”
“I know. I’ve tried
desperately to understand where it all went wrong, why temptation won.”
“You turned my life
upside down.” Drowning in the murky depths of heartache. It’s etched in my mind
forever. Like a scar never fully healed, I remember it all perfectly.
Questioning my need to know more. “Why her? Was there more?” I ask foolishly,
knowing however he answers I won’t believe him.
“What more can I say
without hurting you, Bryer? But if you have to know, it was only her.”
“The stench of a
lie.” As I roll my eyes, not allowing myself to be fooled.
“I know you too well,
Bryer. Don’t give me that look.,” he says, trying to pull me out of the hole
I’m in.
“I was so naive,
young, I had no clue, Cash. It was all so heart wrenching.” My eyes burning
into his.
“Believe it or not, I
was deeply in love with you. I also knew, you would have never forgiven me.”
“You’re right, I
still haven’t.”
Feeling as if we have
gone as far as we can, I stand, gathering my plate, cleaning up. With my back
turned, I ask, “What am I doing here, Cash?”
“If I was being
completely honest, I would like your forgiveness.”
“I can’t give that to
you.”
“Still?”
“Still.”
He stands, handing me
his dish, then he reaches out for a curl, noticing my hands in the soapy water
making it difficult to stop him.
I lean away as a
subtle hint.
And steps back,
taking the hint. “I was hoping I could make it up to you.”
I spin around quickly,
and I can see he’s fighting back tears. He runs his hand through his perfect
blond hair, and I watch him suffer, uncertain of his sincerity, I’m no fool.
“Just accept my need to hate you, Cash, and we both can move on.”
“That’s not what I
want.”
“It’s not up to you.”
He sure is working it, his performance impressive. Although a tiny part of me
wonders, what if, what if, there’s a layer of truth in what he’s admitting. The
rational side screams do not show a sign of weakness, not to Cash, he’ll pounce
on any opportunity. “I’m going upstairs, call me when the car arrives.” Eager
to touch my mother’s words again, the one thing that will bring me bliss. “Then
prepare yourself, Nathan is going to fuck you up.” Looking down, smiling at him
as I climb.
“I’m sure he thinks
he is,” he yells up, as he watches me go.
“Yeah, nice play, I’m
sure he’s planning your death right now, and how you shanghaied me into coming
with you.”
“Shanghaied? Your
roots are showing, Bryer, Texas will always be who you really are.
I hear his words, but
I’m already in the bedroom. Grabbing the journal and a spare blanket to keep
warm in this monstrosity of a house.
I turn to the next
entry.
Dreamy, that’s the perfect word.
David can sweep a girl off her feet. I feel protected at his side. Unlike when
I’m alone. He brought me a flower today, a daisy. Make love not war, he said. I
hope he wasn’t hinting. I know girls my age have given themselves already, but
I want my first time to be with the man I love. Eighteen isn’t too old, or that’s
what I tell myself.
My girlfriend thinks I’m uptight,
frigid, but she’s wrong. I’m choosey. The time will come when I know it’s
right.
I bought some new bell bottoms
today, and I’m wearing them with my yellow T-Shirt tonight. David’s picking me
up, and we’re going to the drive-in movies. I don’t care if it is a western, I
just want to be with him.
I can hear the commotion
downstairs, I know to keep my door
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