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Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: August 04, 2008

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Submitted: August 04, 2008




Mandy’s parents flew her down for the funeral. She put aside her issues with me and spent every waking moment with me until she left. I didn’t see Skylar much over Christmas break. I didn’t want to. I mean, I knew she’d comfort me but I just couldn’t take her trying to comfort me when she didn’t know him. I had Mandy and that was truly what I needed at this point in time. Needless to say, Christmas was awful. Apparently, I just didn’t have the best luck with holidays in Dallas. I spent the entire Christmas break crying. It didn’t matter where I was, I was crying. It seemed like all I could do now.

Skylar came in my room the day before we went back to school. She sat on my bed next to my limp body who had been crying for two weeks. She just sat. I think that’s all she needed; she needed to be near me and that made me happier than I knew I could be. She kissed my forehead and I smiled the first smile since I was in class that day when my dad came and got me.

I sat up. It was hard. I was really weak but I needed to get up. I tried to tell Skylar thank you but she silenced me. She put her lips on mine briefly but it was perfect. She put her hand on mine and chills sent up my spine. Why had I not wanted to be with her?

“Are you coming to school tomorrow,” she asked me quietly. I shook my head. My parents figured I still wasn’t ready to go to school. I was still depressed. I got up and walked over to my dresser. I opened a drawer and put my hand in the very back, where I hid his letter. I showed it to Skylar. I felt she had the right to know why this was so hard for me. Little did she know, we were a couple sitting in a house that belonged to two people who wouldn’t approve. People that would probably try to get me fixed. People that probably beat my brother. People that made my brother kill himself. I wish I could tell them it was their fault but I could never do that. It would kill me. It would absolutely kill me.

“They really did that,” Skylar asked very concerned. I didn’t blame her. I nodded my head and we sat there in silence. We sat there for quite some time afraid to get too close to comfort each other and then have someone walk in. We were afraid for our relationship. I gave her a hug and then we stood up. Her hair flung over her shoulder and when I kissed her cheek she smiled so brightly. It was adorable. I took her hand and kissed it and then let go. We had to go and be normal in front of my family. This wasn’t something I really wanted to get used to but I knew it was for the best.

Days past and weeks did as well. Skylar and I had to keep our relationship a big secret. Only when we were alone or it was late into the night did we act like a couple at my house. It was frustrating and it always made me nervous but I knew that this was what needed to be done if I was going to be Skylar’s girlfriend. God only knew what would happen if my parents found out.

School wasn’t at all what I hoped it would be. In my imagination, Skylar and I would be prancing down the halls holding hands just like any gay or straight couple did at Townview. I expected to be able to show that she was my girl and I loved that but that’s not how it worked. Instead, we walked down the halls as best friends. Every one knew we were inseparable and we spent countless nights and hours together. We never grew old of each other and that was that. Then weekends and nights would come and we’d stay locked inside my room or hers. We’d secretly be able to be a couple. However, it had to remain behind closed doors. We had a big barricade that stood tall and threatening in between us and freedom. And I started to think the barricade was starting to make things a little blurry for Skylar.

It was the first week of February and Valentines Day was just around the corner. Skylar, being a girl (which are LOADS easier to buy for on this day than guys), I thought would be anxiously awaiting the day. She sent me a text message early one morning to meet her in the hall outside our chemistry class. I went up to her once I was at school and the hallway was empty, aside from her standing there. I took the initiative and kissed her on the cheek. She turned around and smiled at me. Her smile seemed so pure. You’d think that she was simply the happiest girl alive when she smiled. However, it fooled me.

“Mary, I think we need to talk,” she stated after clearing her throat. I didn’t think it was going to be anything bad so I leaned up against the lockers and said, “Alright. What’s going on?” She looked at me sternly and her eyes started tearing up a little bit. Now, I was becoming afraid. I waited for her to say something but she just stood there and now she was crying almost hysterically. I looked around and still the hallway was empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do so I sat her down on the floor and gave her a hug. Surprisingly, she pushed me away.

“I can’t do this anymore Mary. It’s just…I thought it’d be worth it but it’s not fair we have to be so secretive. I don’t like it one bit. I’d think a relationship should be publicized for the world to see but with you…I can’t do that. I can’t show everyone how I care and it’s not right. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry. I just can’t,” and at that she stood up and she left. She ran down the empty hallway and the sounds of her wailing echoed for all to hear. I sat there against the locker wanting to cry and wanting to feel hurt and upset. Instead, all I felt was a desire to get her back. The knots in my stomach and the thuds of my heart were trying to tell me something and all I knew was that now was the time to chase after her.

It was a B day so I had her for the first two classes of the day and I waited and waited for her to come to class, she never did. I sent her numerous texts just asking where she was and if she was okay. She never replied. I went the rest of the day without seeing her and she wasn’t on the bus after school. As soon as I reached Bryan Adams and could get myself in my car I sped home faster than I ever had driven in my life. As I turned down our street I slammed on the breaks as soon as I saw a “For Sale” sign and a moving truck as big as our two houses combined sitting in her driveway being filled with possessions. I turned off the car and flew out of it, leaving the keys in the ignition like an idiot.

“Skylar,” I yelled as soon as I got in her house. However, all I heard was my echo and a fat moving guy who told me they were already on their way to San Francisco, California. I looked at the fat moving man and lay on the empty hard wood floors and cried. I think I was there for at least two and a half hours as the fat moving man and his co-workers emptied the house. As I finally slowed down with the crying and sat up, big fat moving man took a seat next to me,

“You alright kid?” He asked me this in the most serious tone ever. I looked at him blankly. Quite frankly, I feel bad for the poor man because at this point I went off on him.

“AM I ALRIGHT? What the hell kind of question is that? Did you not just see me cry my eyes out on this damn floor for two and a half hours? How would you feel if your girlfriend broke up with you and then moved to fucking San Francisco without saying a damn thing about it? Huh? Do you know what the fuck that feels like? She’s gone. And you know what? I never even had the chance to tell her the most important thing you could ever tell your girlfriend. I was falling in love with her! Yeah, that’s right. How the hell would you feel if you were going to tell your girlfriend ‘hey Skylar I’m in love with you!’ and then she moved to San Francisco and you never had the damn chance? How would you feel if you had to keep your entire relationship with the person you’re in love with a secret? Huh? Do you know the kind of hell that is? It’s the worst thing I could ever imagine! And yet, that’s how I had to live. I had to live like this because my parents are fucking crazy and when my brother told them he was gay they flipped out. Do you know what he did? He fucking killed himself because my dad beat him because he’s gay! So don’t ask me if I’m fucking alright because I’m not,” and then I breathed. Fat man didn’t seem to be very angry at me for going off on him. All he did was poke me on the shoulder and point behind me. I wiped my eyes and turned around to see Skylar, Damien and their parents at the door. I turned my head back to fat man and whispered, “did they just hear all that?” He nodded his head.

This should be interesting.

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