Well, I doubt this will get many reads. But if anyone is interested in more, I would be willing to do a few more parts.
I snuck her out of the school while everyone was in 3rd period. She didn't ask any questions as I led her out of the school. Once we were in my car, she fell asleep again the door with my bloody shirt wrapped around her arm. When I parked at my house, she didn't wake up so I walked over to the other side and opened the door. She awoke enough to notice that she was in a strange location. Her mouths tried to form words but it always failed. "We're at my house", I said. She began shaking her head saying, "No, no, no, no" over and over like a chant. Without answering her, I merely took her arm and pulled her towards the house.
We entered my room and I went to find some cleaning supplies to patch up her arm. When I returned, she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, cradling her head in her hands. Without saying anything, I took her left arm and began cleaning the blood and putting gauze on the wounds. I felt her gaze on the back of my head as I was bent over her arm. I glanced up and she jerked away from my gaze. I watched her cheeks turn red and she started biting her lip again. "Why do you do it, Calla?" I asked. There was a sharp intake of breath and I looked up to see her looking at me, wide eyed. "Nobody cares that I do it" she replied. "I care", I replied.
Once again, she began biting her lip. I reached towards her and used my thumb to pull her lip out from under her teeth. She looked at me with wide eyes and I began leaning towards her. After that, I don't remember large details of what happened. I just know that Calla took me on the ride of my life.
