Blue Jay #Wattys2016

APOLOGIES

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised to see Blake standing in my room, but it set me off. I ran up to him and started punching him in the chest. There had to be some way to take out my anger.

   It felt like I was punching a wall, but that didn’t stop me. I continued until he grabbed my wrists and led me to the bed. He sat me down and crossed his arms.

   “Okay, what did I do now?” he asked, un-amused.

   “It’s not you.” I sulked “It’s Andrew. He… I don’t know what to tell you.” then I thought, at the same time I said “I could show you.”

   I brought the memory of today’s events to the front of my mind. I showed him everything that Andrew did.

   Once the memory was completely done, he laughed.

   I started punching him again.

   “Stop, please… it’s pretty sad.” he told me through his laughter.

   I obeyed. I grumpily asked “Why are you laughing at this, don’t you agree that he was ridiculously insane?”

   “Christy, he’s ridiculously insane anyways.” he put his arm over my shoulder, I shook it off “If you don’t want to see him again, I’ll be fine with that. I don’t think it would be right to just stop talking to him though… cut him off, sure. But don’t hurt him, he really loves you.”

   I grinned “Thank you.”

   “Don’t thank me.”

   I yawned.

   “You should get some sleep, see you in the morning.” he walked toward the window.

   “You’ll be here in the morning?” I called.

   He twisted his head to smile at me “School.”

   He opened the window and jumped. I bit my lower lip, resisting the urge to follow after him.

   I fell asleep regretfully.

I awoke in a field of natural blueberries. My hair was weaved into a braid with vines running through it. I was wearing a simple white dress, which reminded me of the dresses that the girls in horror movies wear to accent the bloody red.

   The breeze moved the bushes, my dress and my hair. I followed the direction the wind was blowing toward.

   Andrew stood in the middle of the field, flowers in one hand, a knife in the other.

   Obviously, this was a nightmare. This was some kind of sick joke my mind was playing with me to try to get me to stay away from Andrew.

   “I want to talk!” I yelled to him.

   His eyes scrunched up and his head tilted to the side.

   “I. Want. To. Talk.” I repeated firmly.

   I tromped up to him and stared up at his perfect face. I looked down at his hands, he dropped both objects.

   The corner of my lips turned up “Good, I hope you’ll listen.”

   Then- to wake myself up -I tackled him. As the ground came up, a scream rose in my throat.

   The scream was released in my room, in Andrew’s face to be exact.

   He cuddled me. As much as I wanted to recoil from his touch, I allowed it “Did you have a nightmare?” he cooed.

   “Yeah.” I snapped “You were in it, must have been.”

   My words hurt him, he flinched away from me. They hurt me too, but they had to be said.

   He stood up and paced back and forth in my room until he stopped at the foot of my bed.

   He stared at me intently “I can’t explain to you how incredibly and enduringly sorry I am. All I could think about last night was how I need to get to you and apologize before anything happened.” he cringed “I heard you last night. I heard what you said to Luke Bryan. I saw everything that happened, that’s why I didn’t come inside.

   “I wanted to let you get your sleep.” he walked over to see me at eye level “I couldn’t believe it when Blake disturbed you. All I can say is that I’m glad he left when he did.”

   “Or what, Andrew?” I sat up “What would you have done if he stayed. What if I wanted him to stay? Would you have killed us both?”

   His eyes were so puffed and red, I would’ve thought he was crying if I were anyone else.

   Then I saw something on his face. There was something sparkling down the side of his face, coming from the corner of his eye.

   “You can cry?” I exclaimed, shocked.

   “Of course.” he sniffed.

   I tried to wipe the water from his face, he held my hand against his cool skin.

   We simultaneously confessed “I’m sorry.”

   We kissed. He moaned my name over and over while I smiled in between breaths of air.

   “I love you.” we both said.

   I tugged on his shirt, attempting to pull him up onto the bed. He wouldn’t budge.

   “Seriously?” I groaned.

   “I’m serious.” he answered “I don’t want that to happen again, unless we’re married.”

   I exhaled “What if we’re engaged?”

   “Hmm…” he leaned back and closed his eyes. I’m pretty sure he was assessing the pros and cons. I stared at him, hopeful. He finally sighed “Yes.”

   “Yes, it’s all right if we’re engaged?” I trilled.

   He nodded “With one fine line, remember.”

   “Oh, yeah. Anything.” I said quickly.

   He took my left hand in his icy ones “We have to be married by December.”

   “December.” I grasped “Interesting. Little early, don’t you think?”

   “Everything else is happening so fast, why hold off a wedding?” he snapped.

   I had nothing to say to that. I just nodded.

   He smiled, then kissed me again. I found out that there wasn’t school today, I didn’t bother to learn why. He had given in, I had won that day.