*his perspective*
We snuck out with me holding gently to her hand. I glanced back at her only to see her face hidden behind the sweatshirt.
"Stop" I pulled her hood of her sweat shirt down.
"I like it up."
"Why? Your beautiful without it."
"Um so are you calling me ugly with it?..." It looked like she was absolutely confused so to cover, she quickly pulled her hood up
I just grinned "no, your always beautiful Molly. Now why do you wear it?"
"Can't tell you." She said a little too quickly for my liking.
"Why not?" I pleaded with her.
"I'm not ready..." This time she looked into my eyes. I knew she'd tell me someday, but for now I just needed to wait.
"Fine. But someday I expect an answer."
She ran ahead of me but I grabbed her wrist. I must of grabbed it a little to rough because she winced..
"Don't leave me please.." I looked at her eyes and have a small smile.
"Okay I promise I won't trust me." I let go of her hand and she walked over to where a small park was and sat on the teeter tater it slowly going down with her weight.
"Um so what where you doing out?" I came and joined her sitting soon we were both going up and down on the teeter tater.
"I want to be able to feel comfortable with you first it's been a long time since I've confused in you."
"Oh um, what do you want to talk about then?"
"Let me pester some questions your way." I think she shot me a glare but I just laughed.
She was so beautiful! The way the moon glistened off of her hair making it almost magical, her eyes held a glint of hope, and her skin matched the moon perfectly.
"Okay." She heaved in a sigh.
"What's your favorite color?" She asked eyeing me over
"The color of your eyes." She looked at me startled and then turned away a shade of pink coming to rise at her cheek bones, making it perfectly clear from the different color of skin.
"What? Don't look at me like that my favorite color is vibrant green." I said looking dead serious. And it's true it was. What I did next... Words can't even explain.
YOU ARE READING
A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt
RomanceMolly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?
