The One I Love...

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"..., ...! Look! See how the truck goes vroom across the floor?"

I demonstrated it right in front of him. It was our playtime hour, but ...'s babysitter was the only one watching us. But she suddenly disappeared in the house.

"Yeah! That's so cool! How about the bu-"

...'s dad walked in. He looked exhausted, but he smelled horrible. But then he stepped on of the toys as he tried walking towards us. His face showed pain and anger. ...'s dad picked up the toy and looked at us.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO LEAVE YOUR FREAKING TOYS EVERYWHERE YOU B-!"

He threw the toy at ... . But it didn't hit him. I blocked him from getting him. But doing so, I got a scar near my right eye. Then everything went blank.

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I woke up. Paniced washed over me. I had that dream again. The dream where I lost a childhood friend's name and how he looks. The memory of when I protected him from his so-called-father.

But was a dream or a memory?

Either way, it ended the same way. Me blacking out and suffering the lost of a friend. I still wonder if he's alive and waiting for me. Waiting to see if I remember him. But I had this dream/memory ever since I was 4. Now I'm 16 and I still have it.

Why? I don't know.

I looked at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. I had 4 more hours till I had to get to get ready for school. So I fell back asleep, hoping that dream/memory wouldn't come back.

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"Bea! Daddy...why? Why do you do this?! You hurt her! I hate you!"

That was the last thing heard before blacking out.

~
Once again, I woke up. I still felt panic.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My alarm was going off. I got up, took a shower and looked in my closet.

"Hmm... 110th day of 11th grade... what should I wear?"

I decided on a navy blue floral top and white jeans. Once I was done, I rushed downstairs and made breakfast.

My mom is normaly at work. So I'm mostly home alone watching Netflix and doing school work.

I wonder if I ever met the boy, would I invite him over? It would only just be me and him. Talking and catching up on the lost moments. Then he suddenly leans in while telling me his true fe— Bethany! Snap out of it! You read too many romance novels! (Romance novels are my favorite.)

I shook that idea away and began walking to school.

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When class was about to end, a transfer student arrived. The teacher told him to introduce himself. But as he did, he kept looking at me. So he walked over.

He stood in front of me desk, slammed his hands on the table and leaned closer to me. His eyes never left mine. I couldn't leave his.

Something about him seemed so familiar...

"I'm Maxwell Judy. But you can call me Max."

"Bethany Richardson. School Librarian."

'And nerd!' I heard some girls whisper and giggle.

Maxwell looked over at them.

"Would you mind not to interrupt us?! And don't ever make fun of her or I will make you regret it!"

They backed off in fear. The teacher was about to speak, but the bell rang.

As the day went through, I had classes with Maxwell. He kept staring at me, even when the teachers told him to pay attention. One of them even said,

"Maxwell, I know that you're a growing boy and your hormones may be all whack, but please try to keep them under control."

Once classes were over I walked over to the library. But walking through the halls was not easy. Why?

Because Maxwell was following me.

He tried hiding every time I look back. But I can sense he's there. So I turned around and spoke.

"Maxwell! Come out! I know you're hiding!"

He came out and walked towards me. "I thought I told you to call me Max."

I turned back around and kept walking towards the library.

I unlocked the doors and began to alphabetize the books. I was nearly done, but a there was a book on the top self that I couldn't reach, even with the stool.

"Here, let me."

I looked to my left. It was Maxwell. How did he get inside? Weren't the doors locked? I got off the stool and moved it aside. I stepped backed (behind Maxwell). He seemed to have a little trouble getting it out, but when he did, the other books began falling.

"Look out!"

Maxwell immediately turned around and hugged me. The books hit him as he protected me. When it was over, I tried pulling away, but tripped on something.

Causing me to be pinned on the floor, with Maxwell on top of me.