The funniest part of it all was that I had no idea. I had gone along thinking that he maybe even was a friend of mine.
I stood at that doorway of the room my twin brothers shared with Sawyer.
But inside was just them. "Shh, keep your voice down." Bobby warned will.
"But yes, I do think that he's trying to slowly ease her into the idea of him. At least she doesn't hate him."
But I quickly hate him.
Thomas quickly became my enemy.
My blood began to boil at the words my brothers whispered behind the wooden door. "Well he used to not be Able to take his eyes off her in class."
"Do you remember how desperately he wanted to put those flowers on her desk each morning? I wonder if it would have actually worked."
"I wish I could look at a girl the way that he looks at her."
"He nearly looks like he would die for her."
It was when I quickly hurried down the hallway and down the stairs.
I saw my two tiny brothers in the living room with my grandma while Mary was retrieving a book for them.
So I swung open the door and ran.
I ran with the side of my baby blue dress bawled in my fist and I ran.
I ran deep into the trees with no destination other than the place between freedom and happiness.
I wanted to be free, not bound to a kitchen table. I wanted to roam free. Free to ride, to dance, to sing and to run.
I wanted to just be a woman with no man that I had to feed and keep company.
I wanted to put wildflowers in my hair and bathe in the warmest of suns.
I wanted dirt under my nails and the wind in my air.
My life had been ruined enough and I wouldn't let Thomas Blythe ruin it further with a silly infatuation with me.
He would not ever stop me from being the woman I deserved to be.
But yet I cried as I ran. I cried in the fear of possibly being forced to marry, and act as if I loved and cared for someone who would be destroying my poor heart further.
In the trees, I saw someone I ached to not ever see again.
It was Thomas.
I wiped my tear riddled face and sniffled as he called out to me, picking up a jog to come closer.
I stood still for a moment, with my hands on my hips.
Then I shifted and crossed my arms as he smiled at me, maybe four feet away.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" He asked me.
I had no intention on answer his questions.
I wanted answers.
"Why did you do it, Thomas?"
He furrowed his brows together so quickly. He was very confused and taken back.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets. "I'm sorry, I'm confused."
I was near tears as I said it. "Why did you leave the flowers on my desk?"
He looked stunned that I knew. He looked to the forest floor then me. He said it so genuinely that it broke my very soul. "Because I think they aren't nearly as beautiful as you, but I thought you could possibly use them in your hair. They would like nice in your braids."
