"What are you doing here?" Jeffrey asked as he saw Jennifer come through the door. "Same thing as you, I guess" she answered in a soft tone. Jeffrey opened his arms and Jennifer laid between his legs against his chest. They were silent for a moment, watching the bright lights of the spectacular city below them from a top their apartment building. Any other day Jeffrey would have felt on Jennifer's breasts since she was in the perfect position to do so. But today... Today was a day for thinking; not for childish games, name-calling and slapping. There was a breeze blowing. "Jeff..." "Yeah?" "I can't do it anymore." she told him. He didn't even ask what. He knew. He sighed and pulled her closer to hug her, and squeeze her, to maybe make her feel better by confronting her. But her body was tight. She did not let out a deep breath like she usually did. She didn't rest her head to one side on his arm like he was used to. "You okay?" Jeffrey asked her. It was silent, with only the wind providing a response. He leaned forward to look at her face. She was crying. He didn't know what to do this time. She had cried before but never with such anger, never with such... fear. She stared off into the distance. So he did the same. Her situation took his mind off of his. His situation sucked. But when he imagined his father walking in drunk, cursing and occasionally hitting him, it didn't bother him as much. Not now that Jennifer cried her eyes out about the same thing. It gave him courage. "Let's do something about this. Both of us together, we can do it. I got your back. He's not going to hit you anymore." Jeffrey said excited. Jennifer cried harder. He didn't know what to say. "He touched me." she said while crying so much that it was almost not understandable. Jeffrey suddenly felt sick. He was disgusted and felt sorry for her all at once. There was a long silence. Jennifer stopped crying and the wind blew, now making them feel cold and alone. Eventually Jennifer moved. Just as Jeffrey thought she was grabbing his hand to remove them from around her, she placed them on her breast. Jeffrey felt an odd mix of arousal and discomfort. He began to feel them through her thin white t-shirt she wore to bed. She had no bra on. He felt her nipples and stopped when he realized tears began to roll down her cheek again. She pulled his hand down into her sweat pants. Any other day this would have been a dream come true, but he stiffened his arm, preventing her from pulling it down any further. He didn't want it during a moment like this.
"You find me disgusting." she whispered in a realizing tone. "No!" he almost yelled. "You're always trying to touch me! And now you don't want to!" She yelled. She got up to walk away. After only 1 step Jeffrey got up and grabbed her arm, turned her around, and kissed her like he had never kissed a girl before. When they stopped, they both looked down at the ground. Jeffrey couldn't tell if she liked it or not. Police and ambulance sirens began coming closer to the apartment building. Jeffrey decided to leave the awkward situation and lie down to look at all the activity. Surprisingly, police began rushing in with guns in their hand. "I always liked you, Jeff." he heard behind him. He turned around to look at her. "I just couldn't stand you trying to touch me all the time... like him." she said still looking down. "Jennifer... I didn't know." he said feeling ashamed. He walked over and gave her a hug. She held on tight and he could feel more tears falling onto his ear. "Bye, Jeff." she whispered. "I..." she hesitated. Then with more certainty "I love you." she said. Jeffrey pulled back to look at her face and question her. But before he could say anything, police came rushing through the roof door. "Hands on your head! Get down on the ground!" a cop yelled. Before Jeffrey got on his knees he spotted the ambulance down below carrying Jennifer's father on a stretcher, shirt stained with blood. Jeffrey began to cry because of everything that was happening, everything that had, and everything that would. He laid his head on the ground. "I love you too, Jennifer."
