Forbidden Love

Once he left she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to just follow him and run and hug him and hold him and tell him that she was sorry and didn’t mean it.  Why would she do something so stupid? He loved her, loved her. She loved him back. Everything could have gone so much better, but in the end she ended up hurting herself, and he ended up leaving, very romantic. What could she do to get him back, or well get him at all. He probably hated her by now, hate, not love. She sat down on the pavement of the parking lot and started to cry. Not a loud cry when everyone can hear your sobbing, more like a quiet crying were it just looks like you have allergies. A few minutes later when she was almost all cried out she heard someone come up behind her.

“Hey,Victoriais that you?” Her heart beat so fast thinking that it was Stephan, only to realize that the voice really belonged to Jack. She quickly wiped up her tears and stood up, brushing the dirt from her dress, and turned to him.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Victoria, what are you doing out here?”

“I just needed some fresh air,” she lied.

“Hey, didn’t some guy come out here with you, where’s he?”

“Oh, Stephan? He left a while ago.”

“Why?”

“He just said he needed to leave, probably doesn’t like dances or something.”

“Victoria, you’re lying. Were you crying?” he said, wiping away one of the tears she hadn’t gotten.

“No,” she said, quickly turning away from him, “Allergies, must be the flowers.”

“Victoria, there aren’t any flowers.”

“Oh.”

“Here, come inside, you’ll feel better with all of your friends.”

“Fine, I guess I could use a few minutes with people.”

“There’s the spirit.”

“Hey, do you think you can drive me home afterwards?”

“Yeah no problem, just come in and have some fun.”

“Thanks,” she said and then Jack put his arm around her waist and led her back into the room. The loud music was playing and everyone was having fun. Good, at least I’ll have something good to get my mind off of all this, she thought, and then going over to dance with her friends and Jack.

Stephan got home and slammed the door. Good thing is dad was busy chaperoning the dance, he would have been ticked if he came home slamming the door at 12 at night. “She hates me, she hates me,” he said angrily to himself. “I screwed it up and she hates me. I don’t see why she had to go hurt herself, that’s not exactly the response I wanted when I told her that, maybe a nice ‘I love you too’ or ‘sorry ‘I’m not ready,’ something,” he said in a higher pitched voice, trying to mock hers. He walked around the house just mad at the world, mad at her, mad at himself. He was becoming like his father, acting out whenever something didn’t go his way, this is why mom left and now I’m just turning her away too, he thought. He walked into his dad’s private office he had in the house that he wasn’t allowed to go into, but he really didn’t care right now. He went into his fridge and grabbed some beer and headed to his room. He threw off his jacket into a corner of the room and ripped off his tie and threw that to the ground. He took out his blade and did a nice cut on his arm, “this is for my stupidity,” he then went a led the blade along a nice path down the side of his face, “and this one is for the impeding doom I wish to have.” He didn’t care about cleaning up any blood anymore. Who cares? Now everyone could see what he really did, he wouldn’t need to hide it anymore. He then opened the beer, drank up, and then went to bed.

Meanwhile the dance was nearing an end as it was now about1a.m.

“Hey Jack, can you drive me home now?”

“What, sure. One thing first.”

“What?”

“Take the last slow dance with me.”

“No, I really don’t think I should, I just need to be getting home.”

“Come on, it’s just one dance.”

“Fine, you’re right. I guess it couldn’t hurt.” There was one dance, and then another, and another before Jack let her leave. It was a silent drive home, nobody talked until they were in the driveway andVictoriastarted getting out of the car.

“Victoria, are you sure you should go in, you don’t seem alright.”

“No, I need to, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m going to worry about you either way, just tell me, is something going on that I should know about?”

“No, everything’s fine. I-I’m just going to go in now. I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”

“Okay, you have my number if anything goes wrong, make sure to call me.”

“Don’t worry, if anything happens I will.” She then got out of the car and walked into the house as Jack drove off.

She walked in and threw her purse on the couch and sat down beside it and thought. She was thinking about what she would say to Stephan. There was no time for thinking, she had to make things right now. She knocked on his door, there was no answer. She went in anyway to see him lying there…passed out, with a beer can in his hand. She gently took it away from him, and once it was out of his hand he flinched for a second and then went back to sleeping. “No, I did this didn’t I?” She whispered to herself, “I’m sorry Stephan, I’ll never let you hurt yourself again, and I will be yours if you wake up right now.” There was no answer. She went over and kissed his cheek then said, “I’m sorry Stephan…” and then left the room and quietly closed the door.  Once back in her room she collapsed on her bed crying. She screwed up, royally screwed up. Getting upVictoriawent over and started rummaging through her dresser. “Found it,” she whispered to herself, holding up a knife that she had last used after he father died. It was help up to her arm; she brought it down, but couldn’t find the strength to do it. “No, this is what started it in the first place,” she said, throwing it aside and falling back on the bed. There was no point in changing, there was no point in being awake, so she cried herself to sleep, hoping that all this was just a bad dream.