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worriedly.
I consider lying to her, but she'll see right through me; I'm a horrible liar. “Yeah, I watched them; one of 'em,” I reply honestly.
She scrunches her brows at me, and I know I'm fixing to get drilled with Sophie's one-hundred questions. “Only one? Why? There's three discs.”
I don't know how to explain my feelings to her. Both of Sophie's parents are living, and she's the only child. I don't think she's ever experienced the loss of a loved one. “Watching the first one just about killed me. How could I watch them all and still be able to breathe?” I ask. I await her answer, but she can't give me one - no one can. Just the memory from seeing his face on the screen earlier this afternoon brings unwanted tears to my eyes. I blink them back and shake my head, knocking the memories loose.
“C'mon girl, let’s go get our Tatum fix,” Sophie urges.
Carrying my popcorn, I head for the living room, but before I make it to the couch, Sophie jumps in front of me, causing me to drop my bowl. “Shit, sorry about that,” she apologizes, crinkling her nose. “I just want you to know you can talk to me. I know you think I won't understand, but I'll try my best. You're my sista from anotha mista.” She throws in a small smile. “When you hurt, I hurt, Allie,” she says sincerely. Nodding my head, I kneel down to clean up the mess she caused. "I mean it, Al. I'm here for you," she insists. I've heard that line one too many times. Truth is, no one's here for me, ever.
We're in the middle of watching “Magic Mike” when my phone vibrates. A smile instantly spreads across my face when I view a text from Blake.
Blake : Hey babe, miss me?
Me : Hell yeah ;)
Blake : SS still there?
Me : Yeah. That can be changed, if you'd like...
I wait a minute, but I receive no response. As I set the phone down, I return my attention back to the movie, my eyes resting on a stripper dressed in a fireman costume twirling a heavy set lady; it's my Alcide - told ya werewolves are strong. Ten minutes later my phone vibrates.
Blake : Na, enjoy some girl time. Night, pretty girl, sweet dreams.
Me : Night, dream of me! :p
Blake : Impossible not too...
I'm falling for him, hard. He’s slowly but surely putting the pieces of my heart back together, allowing it to trust again. I mean, I’ve always been attracted to Blake, but looks do not make a relationship, trust does. Blake hasn’t done anything to prevent me from trusting him, but when two of the people you trusted most lie to you, leave you; it makes trust a nonexistent emotion. I look over to a sleeping Sophie. The movie ends and I refuse to carry her ass upstairs. Pulling the fleece throw from the back of the couch, I spread it over her, turn the television and lights off, and then make my way to bed.
Once I'm halfway up the steps, I don't feel like sleeping alone. I’m tired of it always being this way. Making my way back down the steps, I return to the couch. Lifting up the blanket, I slide in behind Sophie, spooning her. As I lie here in the darkness, it's quiet and Kyle's words replay in my mind. It's understandable that he doesn't want me to mourn, because I wouldn't want him to mourn me; however, I don't understand why he would ask Wyatt to leave me. He said he thought it was best, but why? Why would he intentionally hurt me? He asked me to forgive Wyatt for him, but I can't. Wyatt has a mind of his own. If he loved me as much as he claimed, he wouldn't have left me. He could have left some sort of explanation, a card, a call, anything, but I got nothing.
He took my virginity that night, declared his love for me, then disappeared. The thing I feared most happened. It's what your parents spend their time telling you: never listen to boys because they'll tell you anything to get inside your pants - fuck me if they weren't correct. Soph must feel my body tense because she reaches around to rest her hand on my leg, gently rubbing the outside of my
I consider lying to her, but she'll see right through me; I'm a horrible liar. “Yeah, I watched them; one of 'em,” I reply honestly.
She scrunches her brows at me, and I know I'm fixing to get drilled with Sophie's one-hundred questions. “Only one? Why? There's three discs.”
I don't know how to explain my feelings to her. Both of Sophie's parents are living, and she's the only child. I don't think she's ever experienced the loss of a loved one. “Watching the first one just about killed me. How could I watch them all and still be able to breathe?” I ask. I await her answer, but she can't give me one - no one can. Just the memory from seeing his face on the screen earlier this afternoon brings unwanted tears to my eyes. I blink them back and shake my head, knocking the memories loose.
“C'mon girl, let’s go get our Tatum fix,” Sophie urges.
Carrying my popcorn, I head for the living room, but before I make it to the couch, Sophie jumps in front of me, causing me to drop my bowl. “Shit, sorry about that,” she apologizes, crinkling her nose. “I just want you to know you can talk to me. I know you think I won't understand, but I'll try my best. You're my sista from anotha mista.” She throws in a small smile. “When you hurt, I hurt, Allie,” she says sincerely. Nodding my head, I kneel down to clean up the mess she caused. "I mean it, Al. I'm here for you," she insists. I've heard that line one too many times. Truth is, no one's here for me, ever.
We're in the middle of watching “Magic Mike” when my phone vibrates. A smile instantly spreads across my face when I view a text from Blake.
Blake : Hey babe, miss me?
Me : Hell yeah ;)
Blake : SS still there?
Me : Yeah. That can be changed, if you'd like...
I wait a minute, but I receive no response. As I set the phone down, I return my attention back to the movie, my eyes resting on a stripper dressed in a fireman costume twirling a heavy set lady; it's my Alcide - told ya werewolves are strong. Ten minutes later my phone vibrates.
Blake : Na, enjoy some girl time. Night, pretty girl, sweet dreams.
Me : Night, dream of me! :p
Blake : Impossible not too...
I'm falling for him, hard. He’s slowly but surely putting the pieces of my heart back together, allowing it to trust again. I mean, I’ve always been attracted to Blake, but looks do not make a relationship, trust does. Blake hasn’t done anything to prevent me from trusting him, but when two of the people you trusted most lie to you, leave you; it makes trust a nonexistent emotion. I look over to a sleeping Sophie. The movie ends and I refuse to carry her ass upstairs. Pulling the fleece throw from the back of the couch, I spread it over her, turn the television and lights off, and then make my way to bed.
Once I'm halfway up the steps, I don't feel like sleeping alone. I’m tired of it always being this way. Making my way back down the steps, I return to the couch. Lifting up the blanket, I slide in behind Sophie, spooning her. As I lie here in the darkness, it's quiet and Kyle's words replay in my mind. It's understandable that he doesn't want me to mourn, because I wouldn't want him to mourn me; however, I don't understand why he would ask Wyatt to leave me. He said he thought it was best, but why? Why would he intentionally hurt me? He asked me to forgive Wyatt for him, but I can't. Wyatt has a mind of his own. If he loved me as much as he claimed, he wouldn't have left me. He could have left some sort of explanation, a card, a call, anything, but I got nothing.
He took my virginity that night, declared his love for me, then disappeared. The thing I feared most happened. It's what your parents spend their time telling you: never listen to boys because they'll tell you anything to get inside your pants - fuck me if they weren't correct. Soph must feel my body tense because she reaches around to rest her hand on my leg, gently rubbing the outside of my
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