The Second Chapter

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After 30 minuets of not talking, staring, and being interrupted by James who I politely told I'd explain everything later, he cracked. He explained a lot and told me things I would expect a person to tell me. He's been homeless; his parents aren't the best parents; he's been losing himself; he just wants to feel good. Many things along those lines. So I asked


"What do your parents do?" he no longer expresses the exterior of a bad person but the exterior of a lost teen.


"They care, they just have short tempers or get aggravated easily. It is hard to disagree with them because they think I am being defiant. They get me what I want or need but not what I want and need. Approval"


After that we talk about his problems and I realized that the things he's gone through are also things that I've gone through. I just reacted differently to them. Instead of just letting him leave I now have decided that I want to marry this kid? Well, wouldn't that be fun explaining. So I blurt out without thinking.


"I have a lot of love to give, and you need a lot of love to receive so why don't we get married?" I immediately regretted the words that came out of my mouth. The pause seemed like it'd lasted forever. If God's willing he'll say yes? I am completely unsure of myself by this point.


He then wipes his hair from his face and says "sure"...


That'd been the worst decision of my life. I got up and walked into the bathroom because I now have to cry and clean myself up. The crying is for being stupid. Maybe it is because I'm not really afraid of anything. I don't fear people because I don't fear dying so for me marrying my rapist isn't THAT bad. We just won't tell people that part. Maybe...


After leaving the bathroom all cleaned up I meet James in the living room watching "One Tree Hill" without me.


"C'mon! We always watch 'One Tree Hill' together" I flopped down next to him "what episode is this?"


"Uhh, it is when Jamie is making a cape for Quentin" he leans in and whispers "so are you gonna tell me what happened or not?"


Just then Steven has decided to leave. He walked into the living room to say bye, not making eye contact with me, and left.


"Can we talk about it over tea?" I got up to get some some cups and boil water in the kettle. Just so happen when I turn around he already has the tea.


"What kind? Green or Black?" he lifts up the options.


"I'll take green" I stand there staring at James like I always do. I admire his looks and personality. He has violin player hair (slightly waved and longer than a a few inches) and he is slightly short and chubby. It is so adorable! I'm the kind of person who admires a person and how they look. Constantly. Just then he looks up and smiles at me.


Moments later we collect our tea and sit down in the now silent living room. I look down then look back up at him.


"You are beautiful you know that?" he smiles at me. I try to ease into the conversation by saying "no matter what happens you have to promise you won't do anything about it. I've already handled the situation and will be fine."


"I promise" his face quickly changed to a serious one.


"Steven raped me, when you left.. I walked into a room and he followed me" James always knows when to stay silent "so I didn't let him leave. I wanted to know why he did it. Just so happen you were looking for us. That is when I told you I'd explain later".


"What the hell? How do you expect me to believe that you handled everything? I've seen things, I know what happens to people"


"Yeah, I know but you also have to remember that I'm not afraid of anything" I'd raised my voice a bit and immediately felt bad for it. After that we just sat there until I walked over to sit by him and lay my head on his shoulder.


"Hey, James" I ask quietly.


"hmm" he sounds like he is half asleep so I tell him.


"I'm getting married".

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 01, 2015 ⏰

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