The Lying Incident

The Lying Incident

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“Get on the ground.” He whispered. He then pushed me onto the ground with David turned around tightly grasping my hands in between his, and for a few seconds did nothing but stand besides me. He brushed some hair away from my face, and muttered under his breath, a sentence along the lines of ‘I’ll never forget you’. Before I could ask for an explanation, Margot and I were roughly pushed behind him, and he stepped forward into plain view. “It’s me you want- I’m the secret weapon.” The henchmen stepped forward at the declaration, and removed a no longer concealed gun from his back pocket. I longed for a moment to tell him it was a mistake. He had the wrong person-that it was all a lie. That I was the one they wanted instead, but I didn’t. Mr. Hendricks dying words had been ‘save the weapon’, and that’s exactly what David planned on doing. An urge to step forward caused a flinch to cross over my legs, and Margot placed a steady hand on my shoulder. “He’ll be fine. He chose this.” She whispered, knowingly. A hint of fear shot through David’s eyes and he turned to me, a wave of emotions flowing between us. Unsaid words swarmed my mind. Everything he would say to me if we only had more time. How much he loved me. How he knew I would be safe. The reasons for sacrificing himself for my protection. He looked to Margot giving her a look that said ‘Take care of her for me.’ She nodded. David gave me one more pondering glance as the man wound a thick rope tightly around his wrists. All of the thoughts that had been hidden inside those dark brown eyes, he was finally ready to let go. He had too. Not only for my sake, but because he as well needed to relieve himself from them- because this was goodbye. Forever.
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I felt Peter come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, then he slowly began trailing his lips down my neck, I was starting to become weak at the knees, then I snapped out of the trance it was putting me in just before before slipping out of his reach as quickly as possible. "Are you crazy!! I don't want your parents to walk in on us." I exclaim, feeling my cheeks start to blush. "Will you relax, they left two hours ago and won't be back until Friday, my dad's on a business trip." Peter says with a big smirk as he laces his fingers through mine "Oh, right." I say with a slight chuckle. With that Peter closed his door, and he pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me passionately, and the kisses trailed from my lips to my neck and before they could go any further, Peter stopped and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes of his, and just smiled at me, as he ran the back of his hand along my face. "I love you Paisley." Peter says with a warm smile on his face. "I love you too." I say feeling nothing but pure joy as the words role off my tongue. And with that the moment was killed. We were after all only in high school, seniors for only 3 more days, but still only in high school, I sat up on the bed and Peter just sat there for a few moments. He looked at me for what seemed like a long time but was really only a few seconds, as he slowly went to get up off the bed, he planted a kiss on my forehead and with that my conscience had a choice. Either let the moment die or try to save it. I was going to try to save it. I grabbed Peter by his shirt and pulled him back on top of me as we fell onto the bed all over again and this time, there was not stopping, there was kissing and the whole 9 yards. Until I laid there in his bed, the sheets covering every last inch of me up out of embarrassment. Peter and I just laid there looking into each other's eyes. This kept replaying in my head during the cab ride home from the airport.

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