chapter 3

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I walk upstairs. As soon as I walk in my room Miles is asking,"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine." That's a lie. My feelings are hurt my face also hurts too.
"Are you sure?" He seems concerned for me. He walks over to me and hugs me but instead of leaning his head on my shoulder he leans so our waists are pressed together. He attempts to pull off my sweater,but I stop him. He whispers in my ear,"Let me take your sweater off,please."
After he says that he again attempts to pull off the sweatshirt, but instead of me stopping him I give in. He looks at me but I'm looking away. I don't want to see his face when he sees the scars. Miles carefully takes off the sweater from my body. He looks at my hands and sees the scars. Miles lifts my arm to about chest height. He looks at me and mutters something. He then asks," What happened to your arm?"
"I...umm...made them."
"How did you make them?" He is whispering now.
"I made them with a razor blade." I'm whispering now to.
"Why?"
"Because the world is cruel and it took some one I loved very much."
"Can I say something?" We are still very close. Our heads are bent and our foreheads are touching.
"Of course."
Miles hesitates. But then whispers, "I think your cute when your sad."
"Then I must be cute all the time." I look up at his mouth he is smirking.
He pushes me on the bed, but a little more aggressive this time, it hurts. I try to back away but he grabs my ankle;I can't get loose ,his grip is to tight. The climbs up my body like its a tree. He sits on my stomach, then leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. Miles smirks and whispers in my ear,"Gotcha, Alice." He pauses," Did you like my little show?"
"Sure, why not?" I smile. He gets up off of me and knocks over my trash can. Miles starts picking up the trash. I don't notice when he picks up the pictures I drew earlier. He opens it.
"Awe. Was some one thinking about me?"
"Umm...maybe.."

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