I couldn't, I couldn't stop cutting the "Orange". He walked behind me and kissed me once cheek whispering, "Boo." I almost jumped, stopping myself I tried to keep myself from sweating. The kiss seemed oddly familiar. I knew he could kill me faster than a blink of an eye, but I also knew he had feelings for me. I knew, my heart was locked up. I couldn't love.
"I need to tell you something, but you have to promise you that you won't think I'm weird or that I'm lying." He looked at me, sympathy filled my body, "Yeah? I promise." I heard myself saying, while he exhaled deeply saying, "When we were kids. Well I knew you, from kindergarten until around eighth grade year. We lived right beside each other. And your dad told me, to make sure you would be safe before he left for his trip with your mom. You moved to Florida with your grandma, and I stayed in New York. Running from each state everyday, and every hour to make sure you were okay. I would hear your thoughts, and your pain. I've loved you ever since I first saw you at six years old. Please." He leaned to me, a tear drifted down my cheek. The memory came in, it blew in my mind I had to hold myself up: my moms and dads funeral. They died on that plane, I remember seeing that boy at the funeral. Him.
He kept getting closer, finally I pulled him in. And held him close. I held him so close, that I didn't question if we could breathe. I didn't nor couldn't let go. He spent his whole life thinking about me, worrying about me. I couldn't speak, my throat was dry and the tears were building up, the worst part? The worst part? ... I don't remember or know him! I wanted to kiss him, to love him, and to get to know him. But I still felt as if I wasn't good enough. My blood boiled under my skin, my eyes watered, and my nose stung. He was someone who had been there, with me through everything. But, I didn't deserve that. I didn't deserve someone watching out for me, like that.
The night was mostly me holding him in bed. Rubbing his hair, and that's when he kissed me. Our lips parted and action swung in, her started toward my neck then...
Afterwards I laid there, while he played with my hair. I was sweaty and overwhelmed. That's when the panic attack filled my body. I shook, and didn't say anything, and when I did it was "I don't want to die." Over and over again, I imagined the man who tortured me, then I imagined him. I stopped and kissed him, saying "Thank you." He grabbed me, "Jack Lee Miller, is me." He said. "But I've always liked the name Leo." I giggled and told him to know on call me Ann. Bella was the girl who got hurt. The girl who was kidnapped twice. Ann, she's the happy one. I caught myself from falling and felt my head get heavy. All of a sudden I started throwing up, blood, and lots of it. My stomach tightened. I felt like I was....pregnant?
"No." I said it out loud. I said it almost a thousand times before Leo came in. "I was napping." Until he fully opened his eyes to see the scene going on he flung towards me picked me up and sped to the bedroom to lay me down. "Who am I?" I put my hand over my face and cried. "Your not pregnant." He said looking away. "What's wrong with me?" I said, I
