Love, Drugs, and High School

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Ryan

          “Ryan,” Annabelle said quietly. She was scared of what I was going to say. Even I was scared with what I was going to say.

          “Annabelle,” I started, looking deeply into her eyes. “I’m no good for you.”

          “I don’t care, Ryan. Do you think I have ever cared?”

          “I meant what I said. You are too good for me. I don’t deserve someone as good as you. I never will, Annabelle.” I loved to say her name.

          Tears were falling down her face silently. She just sat on her bed, taking it all in. Looking at her reaction hurt me, I couldn’t do it anymore. Slowly, my eyes closed. For how long they were closed, I don’t know, but when I opened them, Annabelle was standing right in front of me. She cupped my face with her hands and placed her lips softly to mine. Neither of us moved for a bit, but she pulled away first and turned her back to me. She didn’t want to see my reaction.

          Now I could hear her as she curled up into a ball and started crying. She tried to hide it, but she probably thought that I was leaving.

          I hated conflictions. They really were the downfall of me. I walked over to Annabelle and put my arm around her. She put her head on my shoulder and I let her cry in my arms.

          “Don’t leave me,” she whispered quietly. There was no response that I could give her truthfully, so I just wrapped her in my arms tighter.

Annabelle

          “I want you to come to dinner at my house,” Annabelle begged. Ryan had just recovered from the past couple of days, they were both in school, and Annabelle finally wanted to be able to tell her uncle.

          “No.”

          “He’s going to find out sooner or later.” Annabelle pushed. Why did Ryan have to be so darn stubborn?

          “Later,”

          “Well I would rather it sooner. I can’t just keep sneaking you up to my room,” I said, pulling his arm back so that he was facing me.

          He just smiled at me. “Fine, not tonight, but I’m not going to let up.” I gave him a stern look that got me a smirk.

          “Why don’t you like him?” I asked, slightly offended although I tried not to be.

          “It’s not that I don’t like him,” Ryan started, but I knew that that was a lie. “It’s just his job and my hobbies don’t exactly work well together. We have had a few too many run-ins, let’s put it that way.” He was right though, a cop and a druggie aren’t exactly best friends. But I would really hope that my uncle would support my decisions, whatever they may be.