ears back. My little furry friend could see something was wrong. She licked me lovingly on the arm and gave her tail a little friendly wag. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and pulled her into me. My fingers set to work at stroking the top of her head. ‘Thank you, Lucy.’ I sat back against the wall, as Lucy climbed onto my lap. The hallway wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit in the world, but it was as far as I could get before I broke down. It is strange to see how much I have changed. Six months ago I was in a happy relationship and I was going to have a baby. My life was fantastic. Things seemed to be finally moving in the right direction, but because of one’s persons actions everything had changed. I lost my baby. I lost my lover. I have turned into this aggressive, hateful person. ‘I need to get out,’ I told the world. ‘I don’t want to be here.’ Lucy cocked her head to one side. It was that are-you-talking-to-me look. ‘Shall we go down the beach?’ Lucy’s tail wagged like never before. Beach was a word she understood. She yapped a loud yes.
Chapter Thirty-Five: A friend *** I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It always seems to put me at peace. Lucy was off playing chicken with the breaking waves. I sat back in the sand and sighed. Was life really supposed to be this hard? If everything happened for a reason, was losing my baby part of my destiny? What type of god would make that happen? What possible lesson could I learn from such a cruel and devastating act? It hasn’t made me grow. It has been a negative that has warped my life. Was it all done to get me to where I am today? Was it all part of some great plan so I could stop the end of the world? It didn’t make any sense. ‘Hi.’ I looked up at Clarissa and smiled. ‘Hi.’ I needed a friend and had called her up. Clarissa put everything on hold and rushed out to meet me. She was a real friend. Lucy came up, said hello, and rushed off back to the shore. Clarissa sat down on the sand beside me. I could feel a warm glow fill my soul. She was wearing black knee high boots, a short skirt and a skin tight t-shirt. The t-shirt left nothing to the imagination, but then again I didn’t have to imagine. I knew how stunning her body was. Clarissa cuddled into me and placed her head upon my chest. Unconsciously, I wrapped an arm around her. It felt like the natural thing to do. ‘What happened?’ ‘It was Samantha.’ ‘She gave you a call?’ ‘No. She was waiting for me when I got home.’ ‘Ah...’ ‘I don’t know why she doesn’t leave me alone.’ Clarissa said nothing. Her silence was my cue to continue. ‘I think she is struggling to handle the break up and losing the baby, but that is on her and not me. I wish she would just leave me alone and let me get on with my life. I... I shoved her.’ ‘You did?’ ‘I didn’t mean to. I was just so angry. I pushed her over.’ ‘You are not a bad person, Logan.’ ‘What I did was unforgivable.’ ‘What she did was unforgivable. If I had been you I would have stabbed that bitch in the face by now. You are too kind. She knows that you are kind, which is why she is coming back. She hopes you will give in and forgive her.’ We sat in silence for a moment. We sat on the beach and cuddled. Clarissa was the one to make the move. She lifted her head and smiled that sweet loving smile at me. It was the type of smile that washed away all my sadness. She raised her head from my chest and kissed me softly upon the lips. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. We exchanged smiles. I stroked my left hand against the side of her beautiful face. Clarissa leaned into my touch. This tiny display showed how much we truly loved each other. We kissed a second time. This kiss was slightly longer and we applied more force. ‘I have something for you,’ said Clarissa. ‘You do?’ ‘Yes. It was something you wanted