Forever Yours

Chapter 10: Marcus Mitchell

I closed the blinds as soon as I got home. I couldn't breath as I laid down in my bed. Tears rolled on to my pillow as I tried to make myself go to sleep. Turned off my phone as I just drowned in complete darkness.

I had finally managed to push Evan and Gabe completely out of my life. I couldn't blame Corey anymore. This was my doing and I had to take responsibility. I couldn't tell Evan and have him losing his mind over me not telling him sooner. He would be even more upset with me for even coming back around putting them in danger. Even though I knew keeping my mouth shut was the right decision, I didn't know that it was going to cause him to kill all my contact with Gabe.

He isn't physically my child but I love him like he is. When Evan said what he said, he pulled my soul straight through my back. I wanted to fall to my knees right there but he had already kicked me out. He had finally broken me.

I didn't want to move. I didn't want to eat. I just wanted to sleep and cry. I was numb and nothing at this point mattered. I closed my eyes and let sleep start to take me over, sinking into the covers like I was taking myself underwater.

My eyes felt like they had only been closed for 10 minutes when I seeped into flashbacks of memories. The first was the day I had went over Evan's house for the first time. I was scared and super nervous. The only time I have ever been invited to someone's house was because they wanted more than I was ready to give to anyone. However, I trusted Evan for some reason at that time. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me. Not physically anyway.

I still remembered being amazed at how big his room was. It was the guest house and he had a lot more privacy than most kids our age. It wasn't decorated special either. Just a black couch and a tv shelf with video game systems. It was like any other boy room but at least it didn't have a smell of dirty socks. I remember tripping over a few pieces of clothing before Evan caught me though and the embarrassed look on his face.

"I guess I should have cleaned," He laughed still holding on to my exposed waist, "I really like your shirt."

"Why," I gently pushed his hands away, "Because you can see my stomach?"

He looked flushed as I turned my back to grin as he stutters, "No-no-no, I mean, you just look amazing in it. You always do."

I remembered I blushed so hard that I thought my whole body turned red. The memory then skipped to a couple weeks later, the first time I went into his bedroom. It was painted the warmest blue and the floors were hardwood unlike the carpet in the other room. His bed was set directly opposite of the door with silk black sheets. The side walls caught my eye because they were decorated with numerous of pictures.

"You like photography," I asked him as I walked towards one wall, "I guess I shouldn't ask that though considering you are in photography class."

"Yeah," he stated coming up behind me, "My dad thinks it's girly."

"What does he do again?"

"Runs a law firm," he answered wrapping his arms around me and I became tensed until he whispered, "I just want to touch you. Nothing else."

I calmed a bit as my eyes scanned the wall and they landed on a few of my face. I was shocked to see so many variations of me. They were all candid and in each one I was smiling. There were a few of me in the art room at our school then there were some in the cafeteria. My favorite ones were of me in the hallway.

"You really like me huh?" I smiled slightly turning around to see Evan's eyes staring back into mine with so much intensity and seriousness that it made a lump form in my throat. He touched my face like he did at Caleb's house after the football party and he kissed me for the first time since then. He didn't need to answer me because that day he showed it to me. Even though we had kissed before, that kiss took my breath away.