𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄-chapter 2

DUSTIN-12yo
HAZEL-10yo
"You're crazy," Dustin laughs and continues to sit with arms and legs like a doll.

I jump higher , and Dust flies in the air from the power of the jump.

I roll in the air and my feet hit the metal of the trampoline. I scream loudly as the blood splashes from my feet and my tears flow quickly.

Within seconds I feel Dust's hands caressing my back and pulling my tiny body. He held me in both hands and came out of the trampoline straight to his house, for his mother to take care of me.

She said I should get vaccinated, as soon as possible, the pressure in my chest just went up and the tears in my eyes flowed again. I'm scared of needles.

"Don't cry," Dust said and held my hand as we drove to the HMO. He stroked my palm with his thumb and kissed my cheek, wiping the tears with his
fingers.

When we got to the HMO, a nice woman greeted us at the reception, and referred us to the warehouse, I was scared and kept crying.

When my turn came Dust held my hand and said I was strong, that this was just a small stab that would help. I stopped crying as soon as he said I was the strongest girl he knew, I wanted to prove him right.

We went home and fell asleep the second we arrived, Dest hugged me and said I was a hero , my smile rose to my lips and Dust snorted in the air within
minutes.

We spent most of our childhood years like this. We were always there when the other needed you, like glue.

When his grandmother passed away I was there by his side, we went to her grave, he told her stories, the ones she would tell us before bed, I loved Grandma Amaris. She was a good person.

On Dustin's fourteenth birthday the whole class came to his house. All the girls, all the boys.
The girls stared at Dust but I made it clear to them that he was mine, he was my best friend, not theirs after all.

I may have been too domineering and possessive and rude ... but Dust could not be theirs. They are not the ones who went through with him everything. One zero for me.

"Do you think it's ok to hit ur friends Hazel?" God, she's not my friend. My mother screamed at me after she demanded that I leave the party and go home.
I made a mess.

I screamed at Felicia who did not leave Dust and she screamed at me back then ... I hit her, on the cheek. I slapped her.

She cried like a baby, but that's her problem, she started, she got what she was supposed to get.
And I got reprimands from Mom.

"Hazel, look on me when I talk to you!" My mother shouted and I looked up at her,I was ashamed.
"I'm sorry," I said, humiliating my face and going upstairs, crying there most of the evening knowing that Felicia would not give up.

Later there was a knock on the door, "I'm asleep," I said foolishly and the door opened, Dust's hair peeking out of it.
I lay in bed and my head rested by, I smiled that he's in my house.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Dust, closed my eyes. "You had to do a drama, didn't you?" He grinned and approached the bed, lying down next to me.

I rolled my eyes back and turned with my back to Dest.
"Haze , I did not mean that," he said, stroking my back, holding me close.

"I'm 12, not three," I said grimly and pulled the blanket.

"You were really .... tough with her there," he said and the giggled.

I sighed and turned to him "she's just stupid girl," I
said nervously.
"Go to sleep," he said, stroking my head.

I closed my eyes and thought to myself, will Dust always stay mine?