History

1.) It begins.

I struggle for breath as my stomach hurts and sweat trickles down my face. I collapse on the bed with a smile as i regain my breath as my boyfriend Dillion towers over me. "Next time you forget to say I love you i wont stop tickling" And I just smile at his beauty in the hot summer sunlight. 

I let out a giggle, "I'm not gonna say it." I say  causing him to cock an eyebrow. In one swift motion he  lunges toward me his blonde hair covering his eyes. As he falls I roll to the other side of the bed so he doesn't land on me, he crashes on the bed with a thump. His thin body just lays there motionless for a moment. A minute goes by and still no motion. I poke his back softly. Then harder until he moves. 

"I could of died and you still didn't say it?" I look down and whisper the words he wants to hear so bad. "I love you." I say suppressing the urge to laugh. He just does this stupid stuff and make me laugh and smile I can't help but to push his buttons to have good time. Where's the harm i'm smiling he's smiling.

He gets up from his plank position and pulls me into a hug. He strokes his fingers through my hair and rubs my back. "I love your beautiful hair and how soft it is, I love your laugh and the way you try to hide your smile but fail causing you to smile more. I love how you don't care if you can fit skinny jeans. And I love the way you order food." As he says that I push him away. 

"I am not ordering food, its your turn." I say in all seriousness. He huffs and raises his hands in defense. He gets up and I hear him go to the kitchen.  I hug the pillow wishing it was him. I don't think I've ever been so in love. I get off the bed and grab my pack of cigarettes off the nightstand. I walk out the room looking for a lighter. While Dillion is on the phone.

"Yes one second please, Please put pants on I don't want the delivery guy to see you like that if you're still out there when he gets here." I hear Dillion ask me as I head back to our room for pants. I pull on some sweats from a hamper. Just my luck I trip on a pair of his pants that were tangled in a ball on the floor. But when I regain my balance I find a lighter on the floor beside the pants.I pick up both the lighter and pants. I throw the pants in the hamper and carry the lighter with me as I go outside. On my way out I hear him order one of my three usual's. 

I step outside and light my cigarette and can feel my worries float away. I stick my head in, "Dillion don't forget my  lemonade." He gives me a thumbs up and I mouth a "thank you." I sit on our porch and scroll through Facebook. So much "Share for Jesus" Stuff that I just scroll past and ignore. I don't worship the devil or anything but my religion is my business sharing a picture and typing a few words isn't going to do anything but be on my wall. Who cares? Jesus doesn't get on Facebook and see who shared what. Like people aren't going to go to hell if they don't share those. Well they might but it could be for a totally different reason. 

As I sit on my porch my phone vibrates in my hand. I don't recognize the number. But as it rings I am overcome with a sudden cold and deep sadness.  I answer with a shaky and uncertain voice. "Hey this is Tiffinay calling to tell you that you won....." Click. Stupid scams. I guess I was just scared. I haven't been home long. Dillion and I had only just moved here. Back here for me.

I heard that my crazy ex is still here. The few people who knew why I ran away with Dillion and have already seen me since I've been back told me to watch my back. I shouldn't be afraid. But i left a month after we broke up. Not long after I left I got word of a rumor about him that he had changed for the worse.  Apparently he was violent, loud, drunk. He was caught going around asking where I am. The rumor was  if i ever came back he won't stop until i'm his again. But i'm with Dillion the love of my life. I'm not gonna lie I do still think about him. Those days we shared. Those summer nights going 85 down an empty highway while me and our friends did stupid high school stuff like drink and smoke.  We would hang around parties and dance the night away. Or even those days we spent inside only leaving for food. I cherish those. Do I miss him? Of course. Do I think he can win me back? Why do you think I'm so scared. 

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