Broken Love

Dark Shadows

I walk down Raven Wood with my head down as I wrap my coat tighter to my body.

"Oh my god. Why does it have to be so dang cold?" I think as I walk down the dark side walk to my car. Suddenly I get the feeling I'm being watched. My heart begins to race faster than a freight train. I grab my keys as I see my car two light posts away. I hear the foot steps getting close. I hold a key in my hand, ready to plunge it into someone's chest, stomach, leg, any where to get me to safety. The foot steps turn into a running full speed. One light post away. I spin around as I feel a large hand grab my shoulder and I scream.

"Kelly! It's just me!" My buddy, Matthew, says in almost a yell.

"Oh.." I say my cheeks turn redder than they already were.

"You left your phone back there so I brought it to you." Matty says as he places it in my hand.

"Oh, thanks!" I say as I slip it in my pocket along with my keys.

"So," he says in his sweet, deep voice. " Do you.. Wanna.. Never mind you would'nt want to, not with me anyways." He says.

"Try me. What could be worse than you trying to teach me to skate board?" I say laughing slightly remembering that fiasco.

"Do you wanna go to the Sweet Hearts' dance with me?!" He says really fast.

I hug him and say ,a little too excitedly, "Yes!"

He smiles and laughs and we lock arms as he walks me to my car. We get to my car all too soon. He brushes my long, honey blonde hair out of my face, puts one hand on my cheek and then our eyes closed, our lips met, his arms wrapped around the bend of my back and my hands rested behind his neck. Then he pulled his lips from mine slowly and we opened our eyes. We pulled our arms away quickly.

"Matty, I love you! I have since we met I want you to be mine. Mine all mine!" I blurt out. Then I started crying.

"Kelly. Please, don't cry." He says as he wipes away my tears. "I love Becka, you know that. I'll see you tomorrow.." He says as he walks away.

I walk in to the house with my head down. "Hi, Daddy.." I said sorrily, my voice shaking.

"Where've you been?" He says.

"I had to work a few minutes late. I'm so sorry, but I brought you home your favorite: Chocolate Cake with a thick layer of Creamy Hershey's Chocolate icing a roll and Spagetti with Chicken and marinara. It's still nice and warm. Just the way you like it." Daddy loves this meal.

"Don't do it again, you ungrateful beast. I work every day and you dare as though to test your rotten luck to give me supper LATE and come in LATE! Get it together!"

I look at my feet apologetically and say "I'm so very sorry, Daddy. I'll come home extra early tomorrow. I promise."

"That is if I allow you to make it to tomorrow." His says under his breath, threatingly.

Time passes slowly. I walk up the stairs and go to my room. I lay out my clothes on my dresser and then walk across the floor to my bathroom. I turn the lights on and take the pony tail holder out of my hair. My curls fall down my shoulders and rest just at the middle of my back. I take a shower and wash all my make up from my forehead to my feet off. Nothing is hidden now. It feels good to get the dirt out of my hair and to feel clean from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. The steam running through my air ways openning my sinuses and replacing the warmth back in to my body. I get out and dry off and then brush my teeth and run my brush through my long curly hair. I braid it and then put lotion on my arms and legs. I stare in to the mirror and see all my scars on every part of my body from Daddy. "Finally," I think, "I can put my pajama's on and just go to bed." I walk in to my room and pull on my pajama pants and then I pull my shirt on over my shoulders and arms. I face the mirror on the door to make sure I button the buttons right. He walks in.

"Kelly, you know what that makes me do. Drives me crazy."

Tears slide down my cheeks, because I know what's about to happen.

I wake up and look at the clock. 5:30. I grab my clothes and bring them in to the bathroom and I undress. Pull on the under clothing type clothing. I put more lotion on from my neck down. I pull on my dress, brush my teeth, do my make up real nice from my head to my feet, covering my scars well, but not cakey, and then undo my braids and see my pretty curls fall once more. I run my brush through my hair slowly, admiring the beauty. I then walk down stairs and pull my shoes on. I drink some orange juice and then grab my bag and keys and say the usual greeting, words of love, and then the good byes.

I'm in Life Class. Matty has yet to talk to me about last night. I glance at the clock. 2:00. Awesome. I've been in class for 15 minutes. Mrs.Briggs announces we're doing the Family project. We have to care for a baby for 2 months. Names are read off. Then she reads off Matty and I's name. She assigns us our baby our new life style, church going, strong in the faith couple. Great. I am not a stupid church going, Jesus freak-of-a-geek. We are supplied with 4 changes of clothes, a bottle, pacifier, two blankets, and a pack of diapers. By the end of class we have to agree on what our baby's name is and how snuggly cuddly of a couple we are. With this assignment the rules are bent. PDA as in hand holding, a few kisses, and hugging that type of PDA is much encouraged ".. to make our Family experience as real as possible."

It's 2:30.I walk to my car and go home.