Last Summer's Black Heart~

Last Summer's Black Heart~ Ch.8

Well We're Getting Somewhere Interesting, With John's Mild Swearing.

Chapter Eight; Confessions

It had been a week since I had last seen Maggie, because most of my attention was being called upon Claire. And Constance had been hanging around at my house too, well it was for Claire, but she was still at my house on her own free will and this time she hadn't almost been raped.

But that didn't mean I hadn't kept in contact with Maggie. Whenever I got a free moment I would text her or call her, which was what I was doing right now actually.

"So then my parents were like, well who gave you the permission to stay out that late? And I was like, guys, I'm almost eighteen here!" I laughed as Maggie made the impression of her father's voice; Maggie was making me laugh so hard I thought tears were coming out of my eyes.

"John?" A voice suddenly asked, I whirled around to see Constance standing in the door way. Acting guilty I turned the other way and held the phone up to my ear in a way that Constance couldn't see it.

"I've been caught, talk to you later, okay?" I asked.

"M'kay talk to you later." Maggie said, when I turned back to face Constance my phone was closed and in my pocket.

"Hey baby, what's up?" I asked. Constance stared at me sceptically, and then she sighed.

"Claire wants to see Maggie again. It seems like she still hasn't gotten over the fact that you were with her that one time. I told you John not to act like that around her, Claire seriously likes you." Constance told me. I threw my hands up into the air.

"I didn't know she'd be here! And I'm not going to have Maggie come over here so she can yell at her just to feel better." I said. I climbed up onto the washer to sit on it. Constance crossed the room and sat down on the dryer.

"I know that. Because I know that you're starting to like Maggie, aren't you? But shouldn't you do something for Claire; even if it's a small thing it'll make her feel better. I mean, she just found out she was adopted John!" Constance cried at me. I balled my hands into fists.

"Why should I Constance, I hate pretending that I actually really like Claire, and you know that! But yet you encourage us. But you know that I've always really liked you! I'm in love with you Constance! So stop pretending and ignoring that fact!" I yelled at her. And then before I knew it, I had grabbed her head and kissed her.

"John! Jesus, you know how I feel, don't do that!" Constance slapped me across the face; I could see the beginnings of tears coming down her face. But that wasn't what I was focusing on now, when Constance had slapped me I got a glance at her wrist, there was marks, fresh ones.

I reached out and grabbed her hand just as she was sliding off.

"Ow! John! Let go!" Constance yelled at me, trying to pull her hand away. I jumped down from the washer and turned her wrist to face me. The marks had scabs over them, they hadn't even turned into scars yet, they were fairly new.

"When did you do this Constance?" I asked. Constance tried to pull away again.

"That's none of your business!" Constance cried.

"It is!" I said. And then while holding onto her hand I dragged Constance towards a shelf in the laundry room and brought out the first aid kit.

"John, John stop. This is unreasonable. Stop it John." Constance told me. I pulled out the scar stuff that helped make scars disappear and pollysporn with some band aids.