Same Mistakes

Part 9

*Ryan’s PoV*

Heather refused to leave her room for the next few days. She was so confused, and with everything else she had gone through, she wanted to shut everyone else out. Everyone but me. I was her life line. She let me inside her room, and I brought her food, and kept her company. I was the only thing she trusted.

Her parents, as I continued to call them, worried about me being alone with her, but I assured them, that hell would freeze over before I ever touched her like that, or hurt her in anyway.

On Wednesday, around 10:30PM, I crept in Heather’s room. She looked up from her book, and smiled. “Hey Ryan.” she whispered, as she had been for the last few days. “Everyone misses you…” I said, “Ethan, Zack and the Twins are asking where you are when they came home from school, and they don’t like the excuse I gave them.” “Which was?” she said, and I replied, “That you’re sick. I don‘t think they‘re buying it though…” She giggled, “I know… I just… don’t want to go…” “If it because Harley goes there?” I asked, and she nodded, “I know to him it’s the same sick game. Over-publicized PDA, and the moment we’re alone….” I sighed, cutting herself off, and looking back at her book. I sighed, “I don’t understand why we haven’t pressed charges yet. We have the evidence. Just send that scum bag to prison.” She shook her head, “I know how this works; he’ll eventually get out, and hunt me down, and hurt me again…” “Not if I’m around.” I said. She smiled, and I started to shimmy off the bed. “Where are you going?” she said. “To bed.” I replied, and she looked down, “Oh…” “Why?” I asked, and she looked back at me, “You remember the break up, when we cuddled, and you sung me to sleep?” I nodded, “Yeah?” “Can we do that again tonight.” she asked, extra softly, “I just… don’t want to cry myself to sleep again.” I sighed, and nodded, and she smiled at me. She put her book down, and scooted over so I could slide in. I did so, and she cuddled in, laying her head on my chest. “Good night, Ryan…” She whispered, and I whispered back, “Good night, Heather.”