"You aren't like him." My voice sounds raspy, due to years of silence. But talking to him feels good. Feels safe. That's something I haven't felt in a long time.
"Holy shit. What did you just say?!" He wipes a stray tear from his eyes, staring dead at me. I notice how deep they are, like you're falling into bottomless, chocolate-y pits. They're warm, but at the same time you can notice that there's some history behind them.
He looks like he's about to go into shock, and I start thinking maybe I shouldn't've just done that. Grabbing my pen and paper once again, I start to write.
Oh, um sorry...was that the wrong thing to do? I'm nervous, what if I've royally just screwed myself over?
"No, no, no it's a good thing." He smiles at me, and I risk a small smile back. This, right here, what's going on with us right now, I want to hold onto for forever. Blushing at the thought, I look down at my hands, and see his legs stretching outwards, and settle a centimeter away from touching my knee.
We sit there in comfortable silence, just listening to each other breath in the early morning. Everything's perfect. He is perfect.
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"Cam, wake up, we fell asleep." Josh is staring at me, wiping the sleep out from his eyes. I look around, slightly confused, before the night comes back to me. His story. My talking. Everything.
Glancing at the clock, I realize it's only 7:30, and furrow my brows at him, in question.
"It's Thanksgiving, remember? Carol's taking us to her families house a couple hours away. She wants us to leave at ten." Standing up, he stretches, and gives me the time to check out his bare abdomen. His skin has a light, natural tan to it, and while he has no six pack and plenty of scars, you can still see his muscles in the slightest.
Ignoring the fact that I can see his ribs clearly, and his hipbones too, I turn ant head for the bathroom, where I get ready for the day.
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The ride is long, quiet, and awkward. I feel the nervous energy coming off of Carol from the backseat. The family has never met us before, not all of us anyways.
"Please, be on your best behavior you guys. It's going to be a shock as it is for them. It'll be the easiest to ease them into this." Carol smiles at us nervously from the backseat, and I hear Josh chuckle right next to me.
A couple minutes later, we pull into the driveway. The house is pretty good sized, and looks like a very warm, welcoming place.
We park, and are immediatley greeted by an older looking couple, whom are nothing but smiles. Carol is the first one to get out of the car, and they ambush her in the nicest way possible. It's all smiles and hugs, while the rest of us just sit there, feeling so out of place. Jerry sighs, and gets out next.
The rest slowly follow, until it's just Josh and I sitting in the car
"You can do it. We can do it." He flashes me a nervous smile, and I don't know if he's trying to convince himself or me.
"I guess." My words make his smile grow bigger, and with one last glance, he gets out of the car. He's smothered in hugs, and I see him flinch at the touch slightly. If you didn't know what you were looking for, it wouldn'tve been noticeable, but it's still there all the same.
I see them back off eventually, and Josh telling them something. Their faces go from cheery, to slightly somber. Josh smiles his beautiful smile in finish, and comes to my car side door.
"They won't touch you." He leaves me, and I get out.
Everyone is staring at me, and I feel slightly awkward. Their faces go from pity, to empathy, to pure confusion. I stand there awkwardly until Jerry breaks the silence.
"This is our other daughter, Camber. She's fifteen." I send Jerry a look of pure relief and he winks at me. He knows that I'm no good in social situations.
"Hi Camber, I'm Paul, and this is my wife Carie." The old man smiles at me, and I just look down, staring at my Vans.
After some more awkwardness, they decide to finally head inside.
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The smell of cooking turkey hits my nose immediately, and next the sound of squealing children. One squeal seems to be getting louder and louder, until I realize that it's coming closer.
"Emmanual, don't!"
But it's too late. I feel arms wrapping around my knees like a vice grip. All air is gone, and I start gasping and struggling. All there is is blackness, and I feel myself falling.
My body hits the ground with a hard thud, and my vision gets spotted with black.
The final thing I hear is Carol screaming my name in desperation before I black out.
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Silently Screaming
Teen Fiction"So that brings me back to the dream. I was there again, but this time, I was him. Beating some little kid, wasted out of my mind. I think the dream has to do with when I came home from that party, drunk. It scared the hell out of me, Camber. I don'...
