Paper Butterflies

Chapter Seven

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               With a yawn I opened my eyes to find myself tucked in Scott’s arms. My eyes widened as I went to pull myself away only to be pulled back into his chest. Looking up at Scott I saw that his eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly. Managing to pull out my left arm, I poked Scott’s cheek until his eyes opened.

He moved his head back slightly as he blinked repeatedly. “Did you just poke me?” He laughed.

               “Fifteen times.” I told him, happy I was becoming comfortable around him.

He laughed again before squeezing me. “Why’d you wake me up?” He muttered.

               “I need you to take me home.”

Scott sat up quickly and stared down at me. “Why?”

               I sat up with him, sighing. “I have to go home, I can’t stay here forever.”

Scott wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. “But I want you to.” He pouted.

               Smiling I went up and pecked his pouting lips. “I’ll see you at school.”

I watched as Scott’s eyes went wide at my forwardness. My cheeks went red for the same reason. “So can you take me home?” I tried again.

               He sighed but nodded. “Yeah, it’s getting late anyway.”

I slipped off the bed and slipped on my shoes. Turning to Scott I asked, “What time is it?”

               “Um,” He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “7:34.” I nodded. Hopefully my father didn’t come home till tomorrow. My stomach twisted with worry and fear.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Scott asked as he got of his bed and walked up to me. He placed his hands on my arms; he brought his head down so he could look at my face.

               I shook my head with a smile. “Nothing, I just, um my wrist hurts a little bit.”

He looked like he didn’t believe me but didn’t push it. Instead he sighed with a nod. “Let’s get you home then.”

               “Will you be okay tomorrow?” Scott asked me as he pulled up to my house.

I gave him the best fake smile I could muster. “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you on Monday.” I got out of his car and gave him a wave as he rolled down the window.

               “Bye, Ash.”

I smiled, this one being a little more real than the last. “Bye, Scottie.”

               He chuckled and I explained myself.

“I thought it was only right that you had a nickname too.” I said with red cheeks.

               “I like it.”

I nodded. “Good, because I was just gonna call you that no matter what.”

               Scott laughed making my heart race. I turned around and walked through my front door.

               The second the door closed my smile fell and I let out a heavy breath. Heading to my room I told myself this wasn’t going to work, yet I was already so comfortable with him.

I couldn’t help but feel stupid for letting myself get so stuck to him.

I didn’t know how I would get through this. I can’t keep Scott from finding out forever; he’s too persistent for that.

               Thinking about Scott my fingers went to my lips as I remember him kissing me.

He was so perfect and flawless. I swear there wasn’t anything about that boy that I didn’t love.

               Ha, love. How funny it is to have that come from me. Like I even know what love is, or even properly experienced it. Maybe I have and just don’t remember, either way there’s no way that boy would stay around me. Sooner or later he’ll realize how much of a giant mistake I am.

And when he does I won’t blame him.

It would be easier than having this false sense of hope that something might work out for me. Because I knew how my life would end.

I won’t be almost a hundred years old, sitting on my deathbed with my children and their children standing around me.

               I won’t have a husband holding my hand telling me that he loves me. There won’t be a celebration of my life or tear filled eyes of people that will miss me.

               Because the truth is, I’ll die begging for my life. Crying on the floor as my body lays broken. Blood dripping out of my body, and filling up my lungs until I choke. But I won’t be alone. Oh, no.

I’ll be in my father’s arms as he tells me I’m better off dead.

And just as I thought of him, I heard the front door open and stumbling footsteps. “Ashton!”