My Heart Beats For You

Chapter 19 Now Its Time

August 25, 2012

Chloe's POV

I left a few days ago. Zack isn't staying though. He has to go back to his actual home. He has to leave. Again. How am I going to live? That's just it. I can't. I can't live without him. And I have an idea. There is an apartment building a few miles away from his house. We should move in together after college. I try to approach him with this.

"Zack?"

"Yeah?" We are sitting on my front porch, drinking my Mom's amazing lemonade.

"Are we going to move I together? After college?"

"I don't know.  Do you want to?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Ha ha. Well we will have to figure something out."

"But we should try to plan it now. So we are more prepared. You know?"

"OK. So, where are we going to move to? Do you want to stay here in Pennsylvania or go to South Carolina? Maybe even somewhere else."

"I'd rather stay close to home, but you probably want to do the same right?"

"No way. My parents drive me crazy. I'm fine with staying here, starting a family together."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I hugged him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He smiled and sipped his lemonade.

"There aren't many nice apartment buildings in Scottdale. We could in other towns nearby." I said.

"Yeah. We can do that. It has to be big though. I want like six kids!"

"You can't be serious. I'm not having six kids!" I said laughing.

"Why not? Our nest would never be empty."

"We should have two, then get a lot of cats." He laughed at that. I looked up at him and smiled. He's so cute. I can't stand it. I sipped my lemonade, it was really sweet. Just the way I liked it.

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I never could imagine Zack cutting. He's always happy, it doesn't show. He hides it very well, better than I did. He still has a few scars and so do I, every now and then he will take my arm, run his hand over my scars, and kiss every single one, then he would kiss me.

Zack had a bad life too. He was bullied since he was little because he used to be shorter and skinnier than the other boys. He wasn't good at any sports really. He was shy. He was bullied. I want to punch every single person who ever said something rude to him, because they are the reason he did all those horrible things to himself. I would do horrible things to those people. I just hate the fact that anybody could be mean to him. He's such an amazing person and they brought him down. Its just not right. Its not right what people did to me either, but I get so frustrated about that sometimes. If I'm ever angry, I go to this field behind this old building that used to be a day care center right near my house and I scream. I scream as loud as I can because I need to get my anger out. I'm not the kind of person to cause destruction so that what I do. Somehow, it helps. I haven't been to the field in a few months though. Usually that stuff happens in school so I want to scream. But now that I'm it in school anymore, I'm not as angry. I've actually been happy. Especially since Zack came into my life of coarse. I'm especially angry right now because I can't stop thinking about how people hurt Zack. We are still sitting on my front porch and I jump up.

"Follow me." I say in an angry voice.

"Where are we going?" he asks. He sounds worried.

"You'll see." I start running up the hill to the field. I have flats on and they are starting to kill my feet. I take them off and start running much faster now. Zack is close behind me and we reach the front of the building. I go to the back and walk down the steps. He follows and I walk to the very middle of the field.