I didnt go to school. I couldnt stand the stares and Robbie or Jared. I am weak. Pathetic. Terrifide. A slut. A bitch. A whore. Afraid. Depressed. Scarred.
Scar.
Scar. Might as well make another one.
It hurt but not as much as it has before. I am glad to have my brother back, but I know I will have to go to school tommorrow.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"Luke asked snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Sure what one?" I asked.
"You choose," he said simply. I walked over to the cupboard of movies and started deciding. I saw my favorite movie and jumped up and laughed. The Last Song. Luke and I used to watch it all the time.
"Luke I got it," I said and showed him the movie. He laughed.
"Nice choice," he said. "I'll get the popcorn you put the movie in."
(Skip part of the movie)
We were at the part in the movie when Will and Ronnie were sitting in the trunk of Will's car and he was writing the word forever on her shoe.
"SHHHH! I like this part!" I said putting my hand on Luke's chest.
"Okay," he said.
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I fell asleep after a while. I woke up to the doorbell ring, so I got up to get it.
I opened the door and closed it right away.
What did he want? I did not want to see him.
"Abigail!" he yelled through the door. "Come on! Open up!"
I walked to the door and opened. "What do you want, Jared?"
"I wanted to say sorry," he said.
"Okay," I said simply.
"So do you forgive me," he asked.
"Um... No," I said trying to close the door, but he put his hand on the door and stopped it.
"Please?" he said taking his hand off of the door.
"What part of no do you not understand?" I said closing the door and locking it.
I found Luke in the attic.
"What are you doing up here?" I asked making him jump.
"Just looking at some old pictures," he said. I went to look at the one he was now smiling at. It was a picture of Luke and I at a water park. I was wearing a Tinkerbelle swimsuit that was to small, and he was wearing green swimming trunks with white binding. I laughed.
"Look how fat you were ten years ago!" he said.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
He picked up the next picture. It was a school picture of him. He was wearing a tux and his hair was slicked back.
"I'll take that," I said taking it out of your hand.
He picked up the next picture and smiled. It was a picture of him and I. I was about 14 and he was about 17. We were so happy. So safe.
I want those days back.
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It's called love {Robbie Kay}
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