Saving Ally

Chapter 11

--Ally Christian

    As I sit on my bed, I can't stop myself from looking at my phone for the one-thousandth time. He still hasn't called and I don't know what to do. I unlock my phone and I look at his number that is already typed into my phone. All I have to do is press the call button, but I can't. I've been going through this process for an hour. Worrying, checking, then I almost call him, but I'm a coward, so I worry again.

    I get up off my bed and I start walking towards my door, stopping to reach back for my phone. I walk downstairs to the foyer, and look over to the huge living room for my dad before going to the kitchen.

    I wonder what Drew is doing right now. I wonder what he thinks of me. I wonder if he thinks of me. I wonder if he has told anyone yet. Yet...

    He probably thinks I live in a crappy home with no money, like the people in the movies. The thing is, my dad is rich. He has a lot of money, which is definitely not like the people in the movies. My bedroom is bigger than most people's rooms at my school. My room, plus my bathroom, is bigger than some people's houses, which is fascinating.

    I wonder what Drew's house looks like. I wonder...

    Suddenly, my butt starts to vibrate. I pull my phone out of my back pocket, and my heart starts to swell with joy when I see Drew's name pop up on the screen. I answer it immediately, but freeze once my phone touches my ear. What do I say? "Hey Drew wanna talk about how my dad hurts me?" Instead, I say nothing.

    "Ally?" Drew asks. I open my mouth up, but nothing comes out.

    "Ally, are you there?" Drew asks with concern in his voice.

    "Y-yeah," I manage to say, while mentally slapping myself for stuttering.

    "Hey, can we talk?" He asks. I nod, but feeling quite stupid after I realize that he can't see me.

    "Y-yes... w-we can t-talk," I respond.

    "Good," he says, sounding happy. "Can you meet me at the park in ten minutes?"

    "Y-yeah sure," I stutter.

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    At the park, I sit on a bench, and wait for Drew. I look down at my hands, and fiddle with my jacket zipper. It's not freezing cold, but it's quite chilly today. I hear footsteps, and look up just in time to watch Drew take his beanie off of his head. He sits next to me, closer than I thought he was going to. Suddenly, it feels as hot as a summer day, even though it's November.

    "Ally," he says, trying to get my attention. "About your dad-"

    "I'm sorry," I burt out. I look up at him and into his eyes. His eyes can tell a story. It's like I can feel his mixture of worry and hatred.

    "Why are you sorry?" he asks.

    "About my father," I say, looking down. "It's not what you think."

    "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

    I look into his eyes again, "Your eyes. They tell me how you're feeling."

"Are you trying to tell me that my eyes are a mood ring?" he chuckles.

    I smile slightly, "Yes."

    His smile drops slightly as he looks into my eyes. "Your eyes tell me a story too. There's a girl named Ally, and she's hurt, and afraid. She doesn't want to tell anyone... the truth."

    I look down at my hands, and nervously mess with the zipper on my jacket. He's right, I think, he's right about absolutely everything.

    "It's not just me," I manage to say after thinking. "It's you too."

    "What do you mean?" he asks.

    "You are curious, and needy for... something. You too are hurt, and for some reason," I look up at him with a concerned look. "Afraid."

    He smiles, and says something that takes me by surprise, "All of those things have to do with you."

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