Our Love

Chapter 3

a Few days have passed since Chris tried to help me with my relationship. I have been staying at his house since then. I was scared to go home with him or not. 

currently sitting on his couch, I was debating what to do. because i needed new clothing and stuff... but i didn't want to see him either. I was scared to ask Chris to help me, the media blew up seeing what happened to him. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was worried.

"What are you doing?" I screamed and jumped off the couch. "Whoa, hey it's just me," Chris says calmly stepping into my vision hands held out so I knew he wasn't going to cause harm. My legs give out. He leaps forward and catches me. Gently helping me sit on the coach. 

"I'm sorry."  I whisper. My throat felt thick. 

"No need to apologize, but maybe we should come up with a way for you to know I'm there without scaring the daylights out of you?" He says. His kind eyes looked at me. My tears flowed freely now. Never in my life did I think I would find a friend like him. "Are you alright?" He asks. 

"yeah, it's just... I never thought... Anyone would be this nice to me." He gave the lightest chuckle

"well you're special, and your worth it." He says. "Now how about if it's just here and I know your in a room alone I knock until You answer." 

"But what if I don't?" 

"Then after 3 mins I will knock again if there is still no response then I'll come in wether you say anything or not?" 

"That's fair." 

"now, what where you thinking about?" he asks

"Nothing"

"I may have just meet you Abby, but i'm not dumb, something was bothering you." 

"fine, I was thinking about ... him." 

"Oh"

"I need. . .  well I guess I want to get my stuff... but i'm scared." 

"I can go with you. . . I told you I have no problem with going." 

"Thats just it, if something happens, That just too much, besides I know how the media reacted to how you looked." 

"hey, I don't care,"

"to quote you just a second ago, "'I'm not dumb'", I  could tell it bothered you a bit. even if you don't want to admit it." 

"Fine, it did, but not in the way you are probably thinking, I was worried that I would slip about what happend, the media is a vicious thing, I don't want them picking at you. your my friend now and if something happens i'm going to feel responsible." 

"oh" 

"yeah, anyway, if you want to go to your old apartment, I'm going with, no argument," 

"okay fine, but lets go now before I loose my nerve." 

"Alright let grab my keys." 

I nod, but as I leave I get this sense of dread and it's telling me not to go. my body moves on automatically. like a zombie getting in a car. we start the drive. the dread gets worse. we arrive at the door and he knocks for me. I'm feeling sick. but I want to get it over with.