𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒-chapter 13

I move out of her, turning her on me, with me under her and her body lying on mine.

"I was not supposed to come here," she says and I stroke her hair, moving it aside.

"I love that you're here," I admit.

"Does it hurt?" I ask anxiously, she nods her head and sighs, wrapping her little arms around me, when I'm stroking her naked back.

I gently move her away from me, put on my boxers and go to the bathroom, soaking a small towel in
cold water.

when I go back to the room I place the towel between her legs, wiping it from the blood.

I'll have to change my sheets.

At first she flinches from the cold touch, but calms

down and lets me take care of her.

"Is that okay?" I ask, getting on the bed, laying her down on top of me again.

"Mmm," she nods, closing her eyes and breathing slowly as she falls asleep on my chest.

Everything's screwed up.

I'm such an idiot .

We treated each other like two idiots.

She took out her pain on me when she lost her mother, I absorbed, but not everything.

How much can I absorb?

I wanted her, I wanted her painfully, I wanted to do what we did now, but I wanted to do it when she was only almost 15, and that's not right.

So I stopped talking to her, I stopped hugging her, I didnt come with her to her mother's grave, I stopped
everything.

But she's always been here, always.

And when she came now, all the walls I had built collapsed.

She wanted to put me to bed, she's 16 and a half, she's still innocent, she doesnt know anything about what's going on here.

She doesnt know that my parents are going to get a divorce, she doesnt know that I finally chose a college out of town, and that I am leaving tomorrow in the morning, in a few hours.

And she'll be left alone again.

Like last year.

She could forget about me, not remember that I existed.

She could Let me leave her without educating her body.

She stretches a few times, moving over me and moving her head from side to side.

In the next morning I get up, cover her with my blanket , look at her a little more, she looks beautiful in my bed, God she's not supposed to.

I kiss her just a little more, spread her lips to insert my tongue, and kiss her hard.

I get dressed, trying not to wake her up.

I go downstairs, updating my mom that I'm going out, she's constantly fucking around.

When I'm ready I go out into the yard, looking for my motorcycle, FUCK.

Where did I park It?

I turn around a bit more and find him outside the

yard, behind Hazel's house, what the actual fuck?
I start the motorcycle, letting my hair wave in the wind, so fucking cold.