High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 16

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Gasping, I quickly placed the paper where it belonged and wiped my eyes where tears began to form.

His own father abused him and killed his mother and daughter? Who could live with that? No family to go to, since I'm sure his other family members didn't want him for fear he would turn out like his father.

This would explain his ways, but I knew there was more to the picture. His attitude, the way he doesn't care for you, came from somewhere else.

My heart squeezed painfully. I didn't know his mother or sister at all, but no one deserves that.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught me off guard. Looking up, I saw Rowen in the doorway, shaking as he clenched and un-clenched his fists over and over.

"So you know huh? I come from a physco-killing family, and I was abused." He spat. His voice was rather low, and held sadness. "Go ahead, and pretend to pity me and pretend you care. That's what everyone does."

I stared, wide-eyed. "I-I... Rowen please. I'm sorry. You don't deserve this, any of it. Nor did your mother or sister."

He looked at me. His eyes skimmed over my face. "That doesn't change anything, Marnie." He said harshly.

I took a few steps closer to him. I don't know why. It was as if my body was moving on its own accord.

I noticed the way he tensed as I moved.

"But you're... I know that you're still mourning or grieving and-"

He cut me off. "And crazy? Demented? Broken?! Is that what you were going to say?!"

I shook my head quickly. "No. Rowen, I'm not judging you. I just..."

"You just what?"

I was still moving closer to him, reaching my hand to comfort him. As I came closer, he moved back, his body tense.

"Stop! Don't come near me." He nearly yelled.

Stopping, I looked at him, bewildered. I felt the familar pain of hurt beginning to form in my chest.

"Why?"

His eyes softened slightly.

"I don't want to hurt you." His voice sounded strained. He sighed, rubbing his nose. "I'm leaving. Going out somewhere. I need space for awhile."

I didn't want him to. I had the eerie feeling that he was going to do something reckless. Something to put his life in danger. And I'd feel responsible if something happened to him. And guilty.

He turned to leave, but I lunged and grabbed hold of his arm. "Rowen, don't. You're going to hurt yourself. I'll sleep downstairs if you want." I pleaded.

He kept his back facing me, avoiding looking at me. "Get off me, Marnie." He growled.

"No. Stay here. You're going to put yourself in danger and I know it."

"Marnie." He warned, his voice almost venomous.

I clutched tighter, trying to prevent him from moving.

His hands suddenly connected with my chest and I fell back, landing hard on my ass.

We stared at each other. His eyes held so much guilt. He looked upset.

"This is what I wanted to avoid." He said.

He shook his head before rushing downstairs and out the door, without so much as a sorry.

Author's Note: ..... i feel like im there with them as they talk. and guys, there WILL be a sequel to this book. I've already made the cover for it, the synposis and the title (which i love). i already have the ending for this and half the plot for for the second book. i cant gurantee there'll be a third.. but a second one? defiently.