The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 23

I knock on the door lightly, my hand shaky. Anthony opens the door and his face goes pale. "Are you not happy to see me?" I ask. He hugs me and I rest my head on his beating heart. "I thought you won't come back." He whispers. "Why not?" I whisper back.

He shrugs not answering. When he pulls away he invites me in. "How did you know my apartment number?" He asks handing me a glass of orange juice. "I asked the man working down there." I say taking a small sip. He stares at me for a while. "I can't believe you're here." He says.

"I have to tell you everything." I say looking at him in the eye. He looks down and then back at me. "Okay." I sigh and take a deep breath. "After you left to your trip, my parents decided it was better for us to move away. They told me we were going to visit my grandma for a few days. I was anxious to see you so I thought maybe going away for a few days would get my mind off things. But they had everything planned." He's still looking at me, "Planned?" He says playing with his fingers. I nod.

"They lied. Took me to a different town, different state. I pleaded them to take me back to California. I begged them to let me see you again. But they didn't let me! They said it was better for me to be away from here, away from those people that hurt me, away from you. I cried everyday and every night. I tried calling your number but every time they'll catch me and took the phone away. I was more depressed than ever. I felt so alone, so hurt, at high school I had nobody. Well it's not like I ever had anybody besides you, but at school at least I had you. I couldn't even attend my graduation party because I tried to-" I feel a huge lump in my throat and tears are filling up my eyes. I try to blink fast to stop them from falling.

"You.. You tried to what?" He whispers leaning in closer to me. His eyes. Have read my mind because he starts to shake his head. "No no no. Please tell me it's not what I think it is." He whas holding my hand. "I'm sorry. I told you I wouldn't do it again but I tried to do it anyways. I was just feeling so blue. I didn't live anymore." He gets to his knees and I look down at him as he puts his fingers on my lips.

"You shouldn't be sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." He hugs me tight. "Sorry for the first reaction when I saw you. I was just angry and hurt. I thought you left me." His hug gets tighter. "I understand. I didn't get to talk to you and I should've found a way to tell you."

He pulls away but is still holding my hand. "How did you get here?" He asks. I swallow, "I ran away." His face expression changes. "Ran away?" I nod. "After the-" I take a break before saying the word. "Suicide attempt they put me in a hospital to get professional help." His fist clench and I see that angry Anthony again. "They locked you up in a hospital?!"

I nod. He's got a disguised look on his face. "What the hell? First they take you away from me and then they lock you up in a hospital? What kind of parents are those! Sorry if I'm being rude but it just pisses me off. Three years! I didn't see you for three years. That made me so miserable. That made you miserable. And all because of them."

"They thought they were doing the right thing." I say wiping my almost tears. "Well they didn't do the right thing." He says laying his head on my lap. I touch his forehead as I feel my thighs get wet with tears. "Are you okay?" My voice is shaky. He doesn't answer for a while.

"They're angry tears. I'm just so mad. I don't want to be away from you that long. I don't want to feel the pain of you being away. I love you. And have loved you for years. I still feel the same. Do you?" My heart starts to beat faster and my blood flows through my body quickly.

"Of course. I love you." He picks his head up wiping his tears, then he leans in to me.

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