This is How Love Goes

Truly Madly Deeply

I woke up to the sound of yelling. I ran downstairs to see my mom ripping apart a bouquet of roses. "Mom! What are you doing?!" I say panicking. "That boy sent you some roses and I'm getting rid of them!" "Mom stop it!" I say crying. She didn't answer me and I had no other choice. I pushed her and she slammed into the counter. "Stop trying to ruin my life!" I screamed in her face. She just looked shocked. She stared at me. "That boy has changed you." she said panting. "He's made me happier." I said calmly. "Go to your room." She said harshly. "No! I'm not gonna go to my room this ti-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence before I was interuppted by a hard slap across my face. I fell on the floor gasping. She grabbed me and dragged me into my room. "No! Stop! Please!" I said being dragged by my hair. I screamed louder and louder. I was just about to pass out when I heard the door slam open. "Get off of her!" Kampton. He grabbed her and pulled her off of me. He picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the house. He placed me carefully in his car then ran around and jumped in the driver's side. My head was sore and I had a headache. My eye was blackened and I had a small cut on my lip. He rubbed the cut with his thumb as he looked concerned. "Are you okay?" "No..." "How did this happen?" "She was ripping up the roses you sent me so I pushed her off of them and she slapped me and I fell on the floor then she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to my room." I said beginning to cry. "Can we just go somewhere else? Please?" I said crying. "Of course." He said starting the car.

It was an awkward car ride. Neither of us knew what to say so I just stared out the window. When I turned around I saw Kampton glancing at me frequently. He had a concerned look on his face. We arrived at his apartment and walked in. He sat me down at the table and took a seat himself. "Does she do this to you all the time?" "Yeah but never this bad." "I'm so sorry. Stay with me tonight." "Do you live here alone?" "Yeah. My parents died a few months ago so I brought this apartment." "Oh...but I can't my mother would-" "Your mother would what? Beat you again?" He said getting angry. "Why are you getting mad?" "It's just surprising how stupid someone can be." "So I'm stupid now?" "I didn't-" "you know what? I get this shit a lot at home. I sure as hell don't need it from you." I say standing up and walking to the door. I grab the cold handle and before I could open the door I was pushed against the wall. "Get off of me!" "Why do you shut everybody out?" "Sto-" "Tell me." He said his eyes getting darker. I sighed and looked down at the floor. "I'm better off that way. Nobody can hurt me. That's why." His expression softened and he stared passionately into my eyes. Before I knew it he smashes his lips into mine and I feel that spark again. What is it? I push him off of me and start to walk away. "You can't run from everything Kenzie." "I cant try...and that's not my name." "Are you gonna stay tonight?" He asked curiously. I looked at him and then down at the floor. "Well I have no where else to go and I don't wanna go back to that hell hole so I guess I'm stuck here." He smiled from ear to ear and looked at me like a little kid. "You know what this means?" "What?" I chuckled. "Sleepover!" He said grabbing me by my waist and tickling me. I laughed an struggled to get away. I fell on the floor and he was still tickling me. I finally managed to get up and punched him in the shoulder jokingly. "Ouch! That hurt!" He said grinning. I took off running and grabbed a pillow. He grabbed a smaller one and we began to run around the house laughing and pillow fighting. He accidentally hit me on my cheek and I acted like it hit my black eye. "Ow! You hit my black eye!" "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" He said rushing to help me. I caught him off guard and grasped the pillow in my hand. I walked him upside the head. "Gotcha!" I said running away. He just laughed at me. We turned on some music and Best Song Ever came on. We danced around like idiots. The next song was Truly Madly Deeply. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into his chest. I rested my head on his chest as we slowly danced with each other. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. He sang the chorus staring me straight in the eyes. I wonder if he really meant it.