Her Secret In The Woods

         As Elizabeth looked at her boyfriend, she couldn't help but become overcome with anger. She fisted her hands and kept her hands at her side, resisting the temptation to punch him and knock him out cold. "You know, I don't know why you're so angry, it was just once. I didn't mean for her to get pregnant, I mean she said she was taking pills for her period..."

          Liz turned to the man she had once thought she had loved. "John if you say something else, I will not be accountable for my actions so I suggest you shut up!" She started to pace by the small river. This was usually her place of happiness and comfort but she couldn't seem to calm down. She was furious. How stupid and irresponsible could he be? Her pacing became more frantic and angrier.

          After a few minutes, John spoke. "Come on Liz, please don't be mad. People make mistakes, can't you forgive me?" She just fisted her hands tighter causing for her dark skin begin to redden. "Babe, I love you. I know you love me too." He continued to talk about his undying love for her.

       Eventually, Elizabeth blew up. "I don't love you. If you even loved me a drop you would've never slept with my sister and now my seventeen-year-old sister is expecting your baby. Can you stop just thinking about you? Have you thought about how I feel about this?" There was a quick pause before she began to talk again. "I'm pissed if you were wondering! I despise you!" She yelled at him. She felt him graze her arm and quickly tore away. "Don't touch me. Don't touch me ever again."

        In an angrier mood, than she was before, she headed for the small house that she lived in.

        Before she could walk a few feet away, John embraced her in a hug before locking his lips with his. She almost melted into his arms but soon remembered the situation and pushed him away. As she watched him, she gasped softly as he hit his head on a rock causing a bit of blood to come from his head.

         Although she was angry, she still cared for him. When she examined his injuries she immediately knew he wouldn't make it. She caressed his face, "I love you, Liz." He whispered before she saw his eyelids close and he fell into a sleep she knew he would never wake up from.

         After sitting down a while, she knew that if someone found his body they would probably write her off as a murderer. So with a shovel from the tool shed, she began to dig a hole. She cleaned his head with a wipe and gave him a kiss. "I love you too, idiot." She set the body in the grave before covering it back up with the grass.

        Two hours later, John's mother called asking if she knew where he was. She could help the lie that slide out of her mouth. "No, I haven't seen him for quite some time."