Eyes on You

Eyes on You 29

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For those who didn't know, my short story "A Letter to God" has made it into the second round of Watty Award 2011 under short story category. If you like it, can you please support me by voting? Thank youuu~

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-Recap-

 “This is the first time I see him grinning, since Skye’s death. Thank you, Rose.” Matt looked at me and kissed my lips softly.

“You know . . . this is because of Skye. Without the truth, I don’t think that I can help him.” He nodded and smiled at me. “But, Matt . . . I really have to go home, before James kills you.”

It made him laugh and gulped at the same time. Without another thought, we looked at each other and followed Dean’s footsteps. We ran. How could I forget about my family? No way! I gulped and couldn’t help but think. What would they do to us?

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 “Matt . . . what will they do to us?” I asked him on the way to my home.

“I have no idea. At least, you don’t have to deal with your girlfriend’s two over-protective older brothers later.” He tried to joke and it made me laugh. But I could see from his expressions that he was actually worried about them too. What he said comforted me and made me flinch at the same time. What would happen to Matt later? I hoped that Chase and Kyle wouldn’t be too reckless, but I doubted it. They could be very stubborn.

“At least, only the two of them. I bet for Ryan and Logan, this will become a show.” I tried to imagine what the two scoundrels would do.

I tried to calculate something and I had a plan. I told Matt about it and he nodded vehemently in agreement; my plan seemed to make him felt relief –a little bit. I looked at my watch and grinned to myself. There was enough time for me to make a call and asked for the help.

“Hello?” After I said that, the person on the other side of the phone replied me with the same hello. “I need a favor. Can you help me?” I told all the plan and that person agreed to help me. I told Matt the news and he seemed to relax. I just wished for the best.

“Well, I hope that this will end up well.” Matt said that loudly and I agreed with him. I hoped so. When he said that, we actually stopped in front of my house. I looked at the house in awe. There were times that I felt sad, because I couldn’t remember my childhood house and it stood in front of me proudly.

What I remembered wasn’t too accurate. There was no fence and the garden was maintained beautifully. I always knew that Mom loved to tend it herself, when she got the chance and not too busy at her double-shift works. I wanted to help, but there wasn’t anything I could do, except accompanying her and talking to each other. I only helped her choose the flowers through the smells. And yet, I finally could see the color. Red, blue, yellow, white, and so many more. Mom arranged the color nicely.

I could remember the time when I was running in front of the house, playing with my father. He hugged me, he taught me how to throw a ball, he chased me. Everything. I bet Mom had his pictures and I would ask for it later. I missed him so much.

My house had two-floor, so it was pretty high when I looked from the outside. It was made of wood, so the color was brown. There were a few windows and white door. The door was not as big as I remember, maybe because at that time I was still a little kid. The house seemed so enormous to me. It was beautiful.

Finally, I was at home.

Molly was running to greet me; I never saw what she looked like. She was pretty big and had golden-colored fur. Her eyes were black and her gaze was so friendly. I squatted down and looked at her deep in the eyes for the very first time, “Hello, Molly.” She might be a dog, but she was more than that to me. She was a family. She was there when I had no one to talk to, no friend, and when I was home alone. I patted her and she barked in a nice way. I hugged her and buried my face in her neck.