The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy. //+//A Complicated Love Story//+//

Chapter 4: Mary.

I woke up early and took a shower. My mind kept wondering to last light at the party. I keep thinking it was all a dream but there’s no way I could have imagined something so wonderful…or awful. How could he have done that? I even told him, I told him he was my first kiss and still he let me kiss him again. And the second he heard her calling he pulled away.

But when it was happening, when he kissed me, when he held me, the way he kissed me and the way he held me, was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I felt safe…and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins, and hear it I my ears.

I’m not used to being touched. Every time someone touches me I think of my father. About the way he touched me, and every time somebody touches me, even in the slightest way, I think they’re going to touch me that way. I’m stronger now than I was then, no one will ever touch me that way again, that’s a promise I’ve made to myself.

But when Branson touched me it was nothing like when my father had. It was gentle, and warm, and…welcome. He kissed me. I’d never been kissed before. And I don’t just mean by a boy or anything I mean like at all. My father never gave me a loving kiss on the head and I never had a mother to give me a quick peck on the lips goodbye. I had literally never been kissed before.

It was strange, his lips against mine. And then his tong, the inside of his mouth, it tasted like the awful beer but for some reason when it was coming from him I couldn’t get enough. He had made me groan. Groan for heaven’s sake! When I’m in his arms I just melt into him. It’s wrong for someone to have this much power over another person. It’s not healthy mentally, and I’m already to mentally screwed up.

What if I did trust him again and he let me down? I’m not sure I could take that.

After eating a quick breakfast I had my keys in my hand and was headed for the door. My hand was on the nob when I heard Miss. Catch screaming my name.

“Mary! Mary is that you?” She said coming around the corner.

“No, Miss. Catch. I’m just a crazy murderer who happened to sneak in without being noticed and now Im leaving almost empty handed.” I said jiggling the keys in front of me with one finger.

“Well you got the crazy part right.” She mumbled and then began to laugh at her own joke, a drunken look in her eyes and a bottle in her hand.

“It’s only seven in the morning and your already drinking?” I asked raising one eye brow “I think it’s clear who the one with the problem is here.”

“Hey,” She said gabbing an old crooked finger at me “you better watch your mouth.”

“Or what?” You’ll give me up one year early and lose all that nice money from the government that pays for your smoking and drinking. Sure, give me up and you give up life with a smoke in your right hand and a drink in your left. How’s that sound?” I know I shouldn’t poke a sleeping bear but like I said I’m stronger now.