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anymore.” Then
I run from the car.

Chapter 6
     
    “ Love is just a word until someone comes
along and gives it meaning.”~ Author Unknown ~
     
    Henry is chasing me. I hear him calling my
name, but I don’t stop running. The wind is liberating and it whips
through my hair and I bask in it. The calming effect the forceful
breeze can have on a person is exhilarating. Part of me wants it to
pick me up and sweep me away so that I won’t have to worry about
anything anymore. My parents. Henry. Henry’s girlfriend. Lying to
Rosa. I’ll be free.
     
    Henry tackles me and I squirm beneath him.
“Let me go!”
     
    “What is wrong with you?” He’s concerned and
frightened.
     
    Tears spill onto my cheeks. “I can’t. I can’t
do this anymore!” I love him, but he’s driving me crazy. My
obsession for him is driving me crazy. I’m convinced I’m batty.
That I have a screw loose. My mom visits me in my padded
cell , kind of screw loose.
     
    “Riley, I can’t let you go. I love you.” He
sounds sincere, but guys always sound sincere when they want
something from you. Right now Henry wants my essence. He wants my
delight. He wants to take all of me.
     
    I’m sobbing. “You don’t mean that.” Love is
such a feeble, silly word. The word can be tossed around like it
has no meaning. You can say you love anything. Food. Clothes. What
matters is what’s behind the word, the emotions. Happiness.
Anxiousness. Nervousness. Sometimes even queasiness.
     
    “I do mean it, I do,” he tells me. He places
his head below my breastbone. “Don’t leave me. Don’t end this.”
     
    “You can’t possibly love both of us,” I say.
For a moment I feel like my soul is detached from my body and I’m
standing off to the side witnessing this display of heartbreak and
misery. “You’re going to hurt me.” He’s already hurt me. Hurt from
Henry is the equivalent to slicing both of my wrists open with a
razor blade. He will be the death of me. “Henry, I can’t.”
     
    “Please don’t,” he whispers and he inches his
way on top of me.
     
    I don’t want to be in love with him, but he
makes me. He makes me love him. Not because of his physical
attributes. Those definitely fuel the attraction, but his genes
aren’t why I love him.
     
    So many times when I’d needed someone, he was
there in a second. Never hesitating. He’d drop whatever he was
doing and rush to my side. I think of one time in particular where
my dad showed up at our house and he and my Mom got into a heated
argument on our porch. I had to get away from it and Henry scooped
me up like a knight in a fairytale and took me away. He comforted
me. Henry made me feel like as long as he was there nothing would
ever harm me.
     
    Except him. He’s going to harm me.
Eventually. I am sure of it.
     
    Lightning fans across the sky accompanied by
rumbling thunder. The angels are bowling. A crash. Somebody just
got a strike.
     
    The stars are blanketed by black clouds and
another flash of lightning illuminates Henry’s face above me. Tiny
droplets of water fall from the heavens and land on my forehead.
Another flash of lightning. His hands are all over me, touching me,
caressing my skin, and I love it.
     
    Rain comes down in torrents. It soaks right
through my skin and I swear I’m wet to the bone. I sit up. He has a
panicked, needy, desperate look on his face and it’s amazing how
fast I regret the decision I so adamantly made before. “I’m sorry,”
I tell him. I see the reflection of lightning in his light eyes. “I
don’t know what I was thinking.” I can’t end this. I’m so deeply in
love—with him.
     
    He doesn’t answer me. He lunges for my mouth
and as the thunder crashes so do our lips—into one another’s.
     
    The ground is wet, muddy. I’m slipping and
sliding in filth. Henry’s shirt comes off. His hands smack into the
ground, then he places both hands on my cheeks pulling me closer
and smearing dirt on my face. Another kiss.