Bell's POV
I am unsure of telling him my story. Like he said, somehow we earned each other's trust.
"Uh... When I was young, my dad abused my mom. One time it got so bad, she died but of course he just blamed it on her falling down the stairs. Once she died, he abused me. I tried to get help, but no one would. One night he threw a vase at me and it cut my leg real bad. I went unconscious and he brought me to the hospital. He abandoned me there. Then I met Charlie and Rosie and we went to Manhattan. The rest is history." I said playing with my hands. He grabbed one of my hands and gave me a reassuring smile.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"Don't be. He's far away from me and the only reminder I have is the scar. I've been trying to forget but I have nightmares a lot of that night that I went unconscious. So... oh well," I didn't know what to say and I'm guessing he didn't either so we both sat in silence.
As I sat there with Spot, I knew that my views on him has changed considerably. But I still feel like he would use my story against me. Maybe telling him was a mistake. Time seemed to be moving in slow motion. Before I knew it, it was late. Too late.
"I really should be going now," I told him as I stood up. He followed my actions and gave me a small smile. I returned the small gesture and began to walk away before I turned back around once more.
"I had a nice time. Thanks." he nodded and I walk away.
I made it back to the lodging house and got in bed. I looked to my left and saw an empty bed. Still no Skittery. Where is he? Why isn't he back? Does he forgive me? Does he still care? A million questions filled my mind as I drift off to sleep.
When I woke up, I got ready and got my papers. I sold by myself today.
After we all sold our papers, we all just hung around at the lounge. Nothing new. Nothing exciting.
I found myself bored and wishing I was somewhere else. If Skittery was here, I wouldn't be bored. If Skittery was here, I wouldn't be this sad. But I don't know where Skittery is and the hope of him coming back soon was wearing thin. I got up from where I was sitting and walked out. My head was hurting from all the thinking and worrying I was doing. I just needed to get out.
As I walked, I thought about my mom. I thought about Skittery. I thought about my dad. I thought about Spot. I thought about the choices I've made and the choices I have yet to make.
The sun set quickly and, noticing nightfall, looked around to see where I was. I had no idea where I was. I roamed around the area I was in and nothing looked familiar. I was too scared to ask anyone directions. The only people out right now are drunk men and I'd rather not talk to them. I was getting more tired by the second. I just wanted to get back.
The sky grew darker and rain started to come down. I don't know what to do. I was looking every way trying to remember until I heard my name called.
"Bell?" An all too familiar name called. I looked to where I heard the voice come from. The moon light shone down on him just enough for me to tell who he was.
Skittery
I sprinted to him and he engulfed me in a hug-
I woke up in an alley in the town of unknown to me. I miss him. A few tears streamed down my face as I sat there. I miss his hugs. I miss his body close to mine. I want him to come back. But I doubt that will happen. Maybe I should forget about him. It doesn't seem like he is coming back.
No. I care about him too much to let go. Forgetting someone you love is like remembering someone you haven't met- it's impossible. I love him. I haven't never felt this happy with someone before. He makes me feel loved and wanted. Everything is moving too fast but now I know. I know that he's the one. And he has to come back. All story's have happy endings. Right?
A-N- So when she and Skittery were back together, she woke up. She did wonder around and get lost, but she didn't see Skittery, she just fell asleep in an alley. I decided to explain it just in case anyone had questions about it. I'm sorry it's short... Comment, vote, and read! Thank you! Love you all!
