Counting The Moments

chapter 11

It's been a few days since I've talked to Jamie.
I miss him so much it hurts.

I've been trying to think about what I'm gonna do, I really really love him. Why would I loose him over a petty thing like that?

On the other hand, I have to learn to trust him again.

School has been slow.
Slower than usual.
It makes it harder seeing Jamie.

I really miss him.
How long can I keep this up?

Madison has been suspiciously scarce lately.
I haven't even seen her at school.
Our school is huge, but I used to see her everywhere.

I gotta think of a way to get her back.
Maybe I should just punch her in the face.

I don't know what to do. I have no Ideas on how to get Madison back for all the crap she's done.

School ended, and I walked home. It was a quiet walk. And it was unhappy.

Something seemed off.
I didn't know what, but something just wasn't making sense to me.

My mom greeted me when I entered the house.

"I was wondering if you could go to the store and pick up some stuff for me? Your dads birthday is in a few days and I wanna make him his favorite, key lime pie." She said.

My mom was so sweet. She always cared about everyone. And she was so thoughtful. I loved her.

"Sure thing mom." I tell her.

The store wasn't that far from my house so I decided to walk.
Go me, for actually exercising.

I enjoyed walking, it gave me time to think. And I really needed time to think.

I felt really anxious. I had no idea why, but i had a bad anxiety. I felt it in my stomach.

The store was quiet. It was filled with people, but it was peaceful.

I got my mom the things she needed, and proceeded to the cash register.

Unbelievable.

What the Hell.

Jamie stood waiting for someone to need his services at the cash register.
I was literally shocked.

He wore a polo uniform with a name tag that said his name. He saw me finally and looked so embarrassed.

He just smiled embarrassed. I kept staring at him and placed my items on the conveyor belt.

He scanned my items and gave me the total. We didn't say anything but I was dying with laughter inside. He was too.

"So you work here.?" I say trying to conceal my smile.

"Uhhh. Yeahhhhhh." He says getting red.

"It's cute. Your outfit. It really does suit you." I tease.

"Oh I know right?" He laughs and so do I. We smile at each other.

I wanted to tell him so bad that I choose him. That I want him to stay. But I didn't. I really was so close to saying it.

But my body stopped me. My mind was wanting it so badly. My heart did too.
I still couldn't do it.
Not until I was sure.

I thanked him and looked back at him. I'll marry you one day. He looked at me and smiled.

I walked out and headed down the street.

I felt it.
I didn't see it. But I felt it.

It hurt, bad.
The side of my stomach.
It hit something blunt.

I felt it before I saw it.

Someone had hit my side with something hard.
My hands crashed onto the pavement, I could feel the burns from the cement already hurting.

I screamed in pain.
Someone in black clothing, had hit me. I couldn't see because I had blurred my vision with tears.

He stood above me and I pleaded for him to not hurt me more than he already had.
He had looked like he was about to hit me again.

He stopped when he heard him coming. I could barely see, everything happening at once. I knew I was starting to go unconscious. Not from pain, but from fear. I had never been more scared in my life.

I laid my head against the pavement. I could feel my head spinning.

My breathing was so intense. I was shaking.
The adrenaline running through my veins.

It was all fuzzy, my vision, it turned black.
I could tell I was gonna go unconscious in a matter of seconds.

I felt a hand being placed on my body, although I couldn't feel where, I think my head.

In that few moments of my last conscious memories,
He was there.

How I was so happy.
My heart, brain, body, all felt safe in that very instance.

I was fading consciousness.

And the last thing I really saw before I blacked out,
Was his worried look. His tears on my face.

My voice, barely whispered his name.

"Jamie."