Love Song

Kiss

I hated that I had such a big heart, but I just did and you probably couldn't believe, but yes, I was meeting up with Jesse again. I really thought that he would be serious this time, knowing he was doing well with the doll, not to mention when Harry and I got back in the car, the baby was crying in the back.

It was kind of funny, but a serious manner, because who knows how well I'll do with an actual baby.

I sat on the park bench, just holding the doll in my hands, so grateful it wasn't crying right now, because I really needed a peaceful time to think about how I would possibly act around Jesse today.

However, he seemed fine and completely oblivious of what happened yesterday when I asked him if we could meet up again so I left it behind me. I didn't tell Harry about me meeting up with him again, because I still didn't know what he would do if he knew.

This time I brought my notebook and pen to start working on the dialogue we had to do as the role of the parents.

I studied the Ginger Park again like yesterday, and my eyes landed on the same guy with the blonde hair, coming towards me, wearing his usual sleeveless shirts, and skinny black jeans. I just couldn't believe Harry would be friends with someone like that. When Jesse saw me, his hazel green eyes sparkled against the sun, and he gave me a wink with a smirk forming across his face.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn't want to start anything else right now.

Jesse sat down beside me, and took the baby from my arms without greeting me. This must be how it feels to be divorced.

"So we're going to start working on the dialogue since that's coming up soon," I started without saying a greeting as well, and he nodded, holding the baby, looking at the doll as if there was something wrong with it.

"What are we going to call this thing?" I asked with a smile, really trying to reassure myself that I was going to be fine if I had Harry on my side.

It was quiet as Jesse kept his eyes studying the plastic doll in his muscular hands, then he looked at me with curiosity.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, and I looked at him with confusion.

"Excuse me," I said to him, and he looked down at the child again.

"Why did you want to meet today after I almost tried to rape you?" he asked in a stern voice, like there was really a problem with being around him.

"I mean, I'd have to say that I was scared, but I knew that you were serious about this project and I was as-But you're suppose to runaway, you're suppose to be scared," Jesse said, as his voice became stronger and deeper at the minute.

"Why do you want that?" I asked, wondering if this had to do with anything he been through.

Jesse started to look like he was getting irritated as he looked around the park like he was searching for some type of control of what he was about to release.

"What have you been through?" I asked, and he froze, looking in only *one direction* away from me.

"I was forced by my father to," I was relieved as he seemed to calm down, and felt comfortable to actually tell me what was on his mind.

"uh, make women afraid of me, when I was small," Jesse leaned back against the bench, still not making any eye contact with me, and I could understand that.

"He forced me to rape girls, and make them vulnerable, so I became use to that, and it's hard to just stick with one girl, because now I'm addicted to making girls scared out of their lives,"
he said and I thought that was a bit strange.