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-Crimmy
"So.. uh what's your name?" I asked suspiciously. Wondering if it was just a coincidence that his name last name, was also mine.
"Jake.. why?" he smirks at me. "You like me or something?" Jake grins like an idiot. Snapping back into reality realizing what he just stated. I didn't. But it didn't come out that way.
"What? I..No..Pshhh...no way!" I stuttered quietly.
"What was that babe?" he winks at me and puts his ear a few inches away from mine as if he really couldn't hear me. His body heat radiating my arms and neck.
I blush foolishly, now realising how idiotic I'm acting.
Wait a second, why do those curls look so familiar?
I wander hopelessly in my mind before reaching a distant memory tucked into my skull, as if someone hid this so deep in my thoughts to make me forget this unforgettable night?
I was showing off my, now completed, birdhouse to my granny. After carefully setting it next to her, on the small oak end table. Grandma closed her book a second later, setting it to the side. " Leo? " she called throughout the house as she admired the carpentry. "Look what our little sweetie made." Granny said in her soothing, calm voice. I blushed madly as the door burst open.
" Where's Leo?" A voice came from the front door that chilled me to the bone.
"You aren't supposed to be here Ronald" she said nervously while she just couldn't believe he was there. Ronny was suppose to be in prison, serving a sentence of 8 years, with two standing tall.
"Yeah yeah.. whatever" he growled.
"You cannot stay here" she burst into tears, standing in front of her. Ronald hesitated as he hovered above her.
Ronald, my father was a good looking man, yet a cruel human being. With blonde wavy hair, green eyes and a strong jaw-line gave him a viscous look. Ronald grabbed his small sawed-off shotgun that was strapped to his back and waved it around.
"GET BACK!" he shouted with each word oozing with acidic poison.
Granny stumbled back, sobbing, knowing she couldn't do anything from his unwanted arrival.
I stood there shaking like a leaf as I gaped at him. Wishing Papa was coming home quickly because he was the only one who could talk some sense into my father.
My dad disappeared for a minute and coming out with a small boy draped across his shoulder. The child's curls flopped with each step my father made. I never saw my dad again.
I came back into the reality of it all when I realized, I hid that memory from myself.
