Seven Years

}Chapter 4{

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}Shoot 'Em Up Bang Bang{

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"You can stop glaring at me now, your face will get stuck like that." I hate how he always knows how to say stuff to get his way, because almost instantly my face dropped and I made another face of distaste at him.

"Seriously Maci, I know you're pissed. Just give me a second."

"Just tell me why. Tell me why you just left. Why you couldn't give me a reason why you left." I gripped the swings chains harder in my fists. We were sitting on my little brother's play set sitting on the swing seats my parents made sure I could semi use it so the seats and thing isn't completely made for midgets. We were both seated on a swing the back porch light making us able to see.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. You have a face and on your face you have a mouth. You can-"

"No Maci, I can't." Bentley's voice got hard and kind of surprised me. "I know that you want to know and that it will be hard to forgive me without an answer but you have to at least try." Bentley looked at me and his eyes were pleading with me to forgive me, but after 7 whole years it hard to just forgive someone. "I'll tell you this, I left for you. If I would have stayed there, it would have been so hard. Harder than it was for you while I was gone." He took a big breath in and let it out. "Okay?'

I nodded and took my eyes from the side of his face and looked down at my feet. The toes of my sneakers were messing in the dirt under the swing. It would start to get really cold out soon. It was the middle of October.

It was silent for a couple minutes. I could hear a car pass every once in a while and our feet scraping against the dirt.

"Did you really mean it?" I jumped a bit at his suden question and then was confused.

"Mean what?"

"Did you mean what you said in the kitchen? About leaving you on your doorstep?"

"Oh" I sighed and got ready to say what needed to be said. He needed to know how I felt. "Yeah, I meant it. You just got in the car with your parents and left. Just bye a hug and that stupid deer. I thought it was my fault. I thought I did something wrong. It took a month for me to listen to my dad who told me if you hated me and left because fo me you wouldn't have gave me that stuffed animal.

"Which after about a year and a half two years or something like that I was pissed. You left without any word. I tried to throw it away. I thank god everyday that mom found that in the trash and saved it.

"I put it on my shelf then. But I tried to hate you. I tried to forget you and hate you. You wern't coming back." I felt wetness on my cheek and I wiped my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I could see Bentley looking at me he tough exterior softening as he looked at me. "I tried so hard to hate you. And I kinda do. Can you at least tell me why you came back? You were gone for 7 years. Why come back now?" his head dropped down and I knew the answer. He wouldn't tell me that either.

"You should go home. I'm tired." I stood up without looking at him and make my way to the ouse and up to my room.

He yelled for me once but gave up when I just kept going.

I ripped off the clothes I had on previously and pulled on a huge t-shirt and some shorts collapsing on the bed trying to fight off tears.

I rolled to my side to just to be faced with those goddamn deer and my barriors broke.