Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~21~

"We had our fun. We went bowling. We made out. We had the time of our lives in a small town in South Dakota, but that night I told him the one thing I had meant to keep a secret. The whole point of this trip was to get past what happened. The whole point of this trip was to move on, to get away, to leave behind anything and everything that had to do with my sister, but what do I do?" I asked nobody in particular

"I tell him everything. I tell him how I was so jealous of who my sister I was. I tell him about how I wish that it had been me instead of her and how everyone in the town missed her, but I doubt any of them would have missed me," the flood of emotion bombarded me and I had to clench my fist to my chest to keep my heart from breaking all over again.

Tears were stinging my eyes and I knew eventually they would fall but I held them in. I watched as the two guys in front of me moved to comfort me, but neither of them got close enough before realizing what the other was doing. They paused with their hands outstretched towards me as they glared at each other. It was like watching two kids on a playground see someone else get the big red bouncy ball to play with.

"I opened myself up. I let everything I had been running from back in. I grieved for my sister. I cried and I cried and you know what?" I raised the question, "You know what he did?"

Vince looked at me wide eyed and Flynn looked slightly proud of himself because he knew what he had done was right. He knew he was the hero in this story.

"He made me realize that it was okay to be sad. He made me realize that I deserved to live. He made me realize that what happened had been a terrible, horrible, life changing accident, but I could move on. I could survive," I took Flynn's hands again and I thanked him with my eyes and looked over to see Vince growing more visibly upset by the second.

"I'll always be here for you Faith, I promise," Flynn said sweetly. He kissed my forehead quickly since he knew I would probably step back any moment, which I did, but not before in my emotional state I felt my cheeks flush from his touch.

"And to top it all off," I continued my story, our story, Flynn and I's story, "yesterday as we were driving along there was a car accident," I watched Vinny and I saw the concern flood his eyes when he realized where this particular part of the story was heading.

"Faith..." he whispered. He reached for my hand and I let him take it, "I'm so sorry. That must have been hard," he consoled me. He had no idea.

"It was," I agreed, "But I made it through it. I helped those people. I saved them. We saved them. Flynn saved the grandmother. I saved the boy. Vince they survived!" I exclaimed. "And I survived the experience because of him. Because of Flynn."

The moment his name slipped off my tongue Vince dropped my hands. He reached up and his fingers through his hair and I saw the frustration growing inside of him.

"So if you want to tell me that I don't even know him or that he is using me or that I am making some terrible mistake? Fine! Go ahead! But that supposed stranger who is taking advantage of me and is becoming the worst mistake of my life, is also the one who saved me from myself," I declared.

Vince's face fell in defeat and I could see Flynn grinning out of the corner of my eye, but their expressions were about to flip the moment I said what I was about to say next.

"And all of that was great and I could see the future clearly, until a boy by the name of Vince Romano shows up on the side of a mountain and claims he wants to take me home," I sigh and spin in a circle just to move because all of this was making me more confused. I thought talking about it would help, but it just makes my emotions flip back and forth.

"So you're saying I mean something to you?" Vinny begged. His voice was so full of hope and his face had lit up so dramatically from moments ago I kind of felt bad for stringing his emotions along with mine.