Hold Me Close

Chapter Six.

"Well then take me to him, I need to see him" I started to laugh uncontrollably, this was amazing, this was a miracle, in this instand I started to believe in hope for the first time.

"Honey it's probably a best idea to go home and brace yourself for it, its been a while since you last seen him, things have changed" my mothers voice was a careful whisper, "I agree" my dad butt in before cursing about the traffic we were now stuck in.

We were ten minutes away from Chris' house, longer in this traffic, but if they weren't going to take me I'd go myself.

I unstrapped my seat belt and pushed the door open before taking off in a sprint, the rain was falling heavy, but I didn't dare turn back, I needed to see him. I ran through the cars that were stuck in place in the usual traffic.

I had a smile plastered on my face as I ran past others on the streets, I gained a few odd looks but they didnt matter, nothing mattered right now, nothing but him.

My hair stuck to my face from the rain as droplets fell onto my lips and rolled down my chin, I didn't dare wipe them, they were freedom to my desiring skin.

There it was. His front door. I ran up to it and knocked repeatly, a few seconds later his mother opened the door and for a woman that just got her son back she didn't look the tiniest bit happy.

"Ann, I don't think now is the right time" her shield broke down and she began to sob into her wrinkled hands. I looked to her and then past her.

My heart sank at what stood in the hall.

His face was black and blue, his eyes and lips swollen, he was unrecognisable, his arms were scratached and one against his chest in a white cast.

"Oh my god" I cried, "Chris, my god, it's really you" I raised my hand to my eye to wipe the tears that began to roll down my cheek.

He stared at me as if in a daze.

"Do, do I know you?", his voice sounded as broken as he was, as broken as my heart was at that very moment.

"Chris, it's me, it's Ann" I cried.

He just stared at me, looking straight into my eyes, "I, I don't know you, I think you should go".

Miss Foster stood in the door with her eyes closed but tears still managed to escape, "no" I shouted, "no" it came out as a helpless whisper.

"I think it's best if you do" his mother whispered, I stared at her, then to Chris, "this can't be happening, Chris please remember, remember me, we have been best friends since we were in diapers, we grew up together, please" I cried out to him, but he just stared.

It took everything I had to turn and walk away, I needed him and he didn't even know that, he didnt know me.

I walked along the familiar roads, grateful it was raining so that no one could see that I was crying. My heart felt shattered, everything was wrong, nothing seemed real, so much fear off the unknown and yet, yet I wanted to go back, back to see him.

How could he not remember me, we had so many memories together, long days and nights of the two of us just being kids and messing around, living years within on night, and now for him it was all gone, everything we had, all the things we said, gone.