"Hey."
"Hey." I say lightly and give a slight smile. I sit next to him on the bench that stares out towards the football field.
"So. Thank you." I look at him.
"I don't know what to say. Just tell me what you wanna tell me before I leave." He nods.
"So. When Sammy told me he met you, I wanted to meet you. The moment I saw you, i was in awe. I thought you were so beautiful, and you made sure I knew that Sam was safe. You didn't like me. Sam would get home and tell me about you and I felt like I actually knew you. I wanted to get to know you. The guys found out I had a crush on you. At the party, they did dare me to ask you out and when you said you love me I had to break up with you. Once they said that, I did not agree. I told them I wouldn't do that to you. I thought they were too drunk to even remember, but they were as sober as could be. I asked you out because I wanted to. Not because they dared me. Every date, every smile, every time I held you, every kiss, and every I love you, we're from me. From my heart. Not them. I don't know how, but they found you you said it. I told James it was off but he wouldn't take no for an answer. Andy, I'm so sorry."
I look into his eyes and see he's crying, and I realizing I am too.
"Dean, I-" I stop as another tear escapes my eye and I look at the field. "I love you. I love you so fucking much. You hurt me. But, I love you. I don't know what to do." He puts his hand on my cheek and makes me look at him.
"I know I hurt you. And I'm never going to forgive myself for causing you all that pain. But I love you. That will never change."
What do I do? I love him, but I hate him. I love him. I stare into his eyes and I lean in so our lips meet. Our lips meet and move together.
"I love you." He says pulling away.
"I love you too." He smiles. "So. James can't find out." I look at him confused.
"Wha-" he cuts me off.
"We can't do this. We have to play breakup and heartache. I got something on him that'll get us payback."
"Okay? I have no clue what you're saying. We pretend like this never happened so you can blackmail him?" He smiles and nods.
"Please just trust me. With this at least. I just don't want him to get to us again."
"Okay." He smiles and leans in as I pull away. "Get away from me." I say and he looks confused. I wink and walk off. My phone goes off.
What was That?
I laugh and respond.
We're not together remember? Anyone could be watching.
Smart. I have to delete these messages... :(
Me too. Anyways. I gotta go.
Alright. I love you.
My heart stops and I smile.
I love you too.
I delete the texts and walk to the parking lot. I see grandpas car and get in.
"So. How'd it go?" I sigh and take a deep breath.
"Good." He looks at me curiously.
"Good? What does that mean?" I look at him.
"We talked." He nods. "And wearegettingbacktogether." He looks at me.
"I'm sorry. Can you say that a little slower and not in gibberish?"
"Uh, we maybe kinda sorta be getting back together." I look at my hands as I trail off at the end. He puts his hand on mine and sighs.
"That boy hurt you. I don't want you to be with him. But I've seen the changes in you since you two got together. Whatever makes you happy hun." I look at him and smile.
"Thanks grandpa." He smiles.
"But, I will not be easy on him. I don't trust him so much." I smile and nod.
"Okay." He smiles and drives away from the school and to the house. Now to tell mom. We get home and right when I walk in I'm greeted by a smell.
"Oh, hey. Hope you're hungry. Dinner will be done in about 40 minutes or so. Andy, how'd the talk with Dean go?" She asks multitasking in the kitchen. I sit down on a stool at the counter.
"Good. We um, we are going to get back together." She looks up and gives me a small smile.
"Oh hun. I just want you to be happy. Even though I'm not happy that he hurt you, but if you think that maybe this is a good idea, then that's all you." I smile.
"Thanks." She nods and continues cooking as I start on homework. Rose comes over and tries to get me to play but I say no.
"Dinner!" Mom says as she sets plates in front of Rose and I and grandpa walks in. We start eating and we talk and joke around. We hear someone knock at the door and grandpa gets up to answer.
"How may I help you?" I hear him say. I walk over and see two police officers.
"Is Martha Miller here?" The short officer asks. He has short black hair. The other officer is a male, taller, has short hair as well.
"Yes. She's my daughter. May I ask why you're looking for her?"
"We have orders to take her children back to their father. He has reported a kidnapping." My heart stops.
"No." I say as they look at me.
"Andy please go-" I cut grandpa off.
"No. Please officers, you can't take us back there. He abused us. He dis horrible things. Please. Is there any way to avoid this?" I say and the shorter officer talks.
"May we come inside and talk about this?" Grandpa moves aside as I motion for them to follow me into the kitchen. Mom stops what she's doing.
"Hello officers. What seems to be the problem?" She asks walking around the counter.
"Mrs. Miller?" She nods. "We were reported that you kidnapped your children."
"And who reported this?" She laughs.
"Clark Miller." Her smile fades.
"What?"
"We are supposed to take your children and return them to their father." Mom almost breaks. She does.
"No. Please. I took them for a reason."
"Please. If you want to fight for custody, we can't take you to the station and sort this out. But for the time being, we have to take the kids back to their father." I start crying.
"No. Please. Officer, we can't go back. Please don't make us. He hurt us. Mainly me for protecting my sister. Please." He sighs.
"I wish I could help. We can take you to the station where you can place a report. Afterwards, we will determine where you will go." I nod and Rose looks confused.
"We will give you some time to get some of your belongings. You can get the rest later on." I nod and get Rose. By now I'm crying. Mom's crying. So is grandpa.
"What's wrong?" Rose asks. I smile and wile the tears as I carry her to our room.
"We are going away for a while. So, we need to get some things." She smile and grabs some toys. I start packing some clothes for her. I love to my stuff about ten minutes later. Fifteen minutes later I finish and sit on my bed. I call Dean.
"Hey."
"Hey." I say trying to hold it together. He must've heard something off.
"What's wrong?"
"My dad put out a report. Rose and I have to go back to him. We're going to the station to see what we can do. I can't go back there. I can't let Rose 've there." I start crying.
"Oh my god. Andy, if you need anywhere to stay, you are always welcomed here. Anything so you don't go back to that monster." I smile.
"Thank you. I'll let you know. Bye." Before he could say anything, I hang up. "Ready Rose?" I ask her and she nods. I throw her backpack full of flies over my shoulder and grab my bag. The officer take the bags and puts them in the trunk of the police car when we make it outside.
The short officer opens the car door and motions for us to go inside. Rose gets in, then I. He sits in front as I look out the window. Mom's getting into her car with grandpa. We start driving and they follow.
"Please follow us." The tall officer asks as I pick Rose up and we follow him. "Please sit." He says pointing at chairs in an open room. There's a desk with many other desks behind, but nobody at them.
A tall woman walks over with the heels of the shoes clicking on the ground. He has long blonde hair, and is in a white button up shirt and pencil skirt. There's another woman with darker hair in a pantsuit.
"Hello. My name is Gen. I work with CPS. I would like to ask you some questions if that is alright with you."
"And I'm Tina. I'm a lawyer so that I can't help your mom get full custody."
I smile politely and nod. She moves a chair so she's in front of you. "So, what are your names?"
"I'm Andy, and this is Rose. I'm 17 and she's 5." Gen nods and writes stuff down.
"So, I'll explain what I'm doing. I'm going to ask you some personal questions. You may tell me whatever you'd like as long as you are comfortable. I am not going to force you to say anything. Alright?" I nod. "Okay. So, what happened with your father?"
"So. He drinks. A lot. He hit me a lot. I never let him near Rose, so I got everything because I couldn't let him hurt her. He's hurt her." Gen nods.
"Did he do anything else?" I nod. "May I ask how often? With the abuse and the other thing?"
"Almost daily with the hitting. He would insult me, but me, punch, kick. He didn't get on me very often." She nods.
"I am going to make sure that you will not be taken back to him."
"Thank you. Um, where will we go. Do we have to go back to him today?"
"No. If there is anyone else who you can stay with, feel free to call." I smile. Her and Tina walk off and mom comes around the corner a while later.
"I'm so sorry. I don't want you to go back to him."
"Mom, I was wondering if I could call Dean. He told me we could stay there." She smiles.
"I'll call Bobby right now." She leaves the room and makes the call. I turn to grandpa and hug him.
"I love you. We'll figure this out" I smile and mom comes back.
"They said you can stay there. Bobby's on his way." I smile and hug mom.
"Break it up." We see him. The man who's ruining my life. Our lives. "They're mine now."
"Too bad you have to wait." Mom says. He steps forward.
"You listen here. You took them. You'll lose them."
"I will not allow them to go with you. They're staying somewhere safe." I laugh and gets closer. Some cops around start walking up.
"They're mine." He laughs as police escort him out. I cry as mom and grandpa hold me Rose is still confused about what's going on.
A while later Bobby shows up. "Thank you so much." Mom says.
"No problem. I want them to be safe." I smile and mom and grandpa and give them a hug. Rose hugs them too as we get into Bobbys truck. We drive off.
"Thank you." I say and he smiles.
"No problem. We're all here for you and your mother." I smile and look out the window as we drive.
The sun is setting, leaving a mixture of colors in the air. Everything is going to work out. We are going to be with mom in a few days and dad will be long gone.
