With or without you

Chapter 7

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I couldn't believe it. I could still feel the pressure of his lips, so close to mine.. I needed to pull myself together. He was a player, everyone says it in town. He'd just take what he wants from me and then leave. But what if.. What if he was really interested in me? I mentally laughed about my silliness. "Have you seen yourself?" I thought. Of course he wasn't interested. Maybe it was even just a stupid bet with his friends.

The afternoon classes seemed to last an eternity, not that I was impatient to go home, but still. I wanted to be alone in my room, laying on my bed and staring at the drawing I had made of him. The thought of his lips against my skin was enough to make my mind going crazy. When the bell finally rang, I put my stuff in my bag and walked back home. I don't like to admit it but I was hoping he'd be waiting for me on the bench, where I had seen him this morning. I felt a bit disappointed when I walked next to the empty bench. I felt a wet drop on my shoulder and I just had the time to lift my head to the sky, when the rain started pouring on my face. "AYE THANKS, I REALLY NEEDED THAT" I yelled at the sky, and ran to my house.

You know that heavy atmosphere when you walk into a cemetery? That's exactly what I felt when I opened the door. "Esther, kitchen" I heard my dad's voice. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and walked into the room. "Sit", I obeyed. I knew the worst was coming and I took a deep breath: "I'm sorry about what I did last night, I've been really stupid and I absolutely understand your disappointment". I saw him staring at me, his eyes were darkened by anger and his hands were on the table, palms down. "I'm really sorry", I added. "ENOUGH" his fist hit the table, "Your mother and I, I think we might have been too kind with you. From now you won't have a phone anymore, you won't be allowed to go out on week-ends, and finally, we'll take your art supplies". I felt a pain in my chest, I wanted to yell at him, everything but not my art supplies. He knew how much I needed them, how happy I was when I was drawing. I just stared at him in silence, watching a big smile forming on his face. "Go to your room and put your supplies in a bag", I got up silently and walked to my room. I angrily opened my drawers and started throwing my art stuff in a bag, praying he wouldn't throw them in the trash. I took some adhesive and sticked a pencil and some sheets under my desk. I wouldn't be able to stay without drawing, and they wouldn't find out. I looked sadly at the bag and went down to the kitchen, throwing the bag on the table and giving my phone to my mom. My dad grinned at me; "You can go to your room now". I didn't make him ask twice and went to my room. "Finally" I thought. I laid in bed and looked at the drawing. "I wish you'd take me far away from here, Bono..". I like to say his name, it tastes like a sweet candy rolling on my tongue. "Bono" I repeated, and laughed. I fell asleep all dressed up, thinking about wet lips pressed against my chin, and maybe other parts of my body.  

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