ree – You

room. If he was the last obstacle I had to overcome so my l

ran back to my room

door! Our eyes met and then – the adrenaline rush. “Kiera” he knocked outside. His voi

this love pla

I’m ignoring him “Go away” I said a little audibly. I didn

aked a little teary tone. “I’m sorry”

e thing” remembered the escape route I show

ow long I’ve stay

ret now he was playing it on me. He sat on

nd begging you to forgive him for ditching you. And look at me, me lea

ut something caught my attentio

ther wrong move but that tattoo was something else – it was a lion

at me. But why did it feel weird?! I had to try faking like the tattoos intrigued me. This was double

. “That is no way to get into a ladies room!” I reprimanded pointing at my window. “Oh!”

as there. “I got this yesterday, my mom didn’t even know” he looked up

We weren’t getting into a conversation. I still

eady there. He made a wink at me. Sneaky,

e of the best things that happened to me. I al

coupled with her smile and a nice compliment of “she’s growing up, prettily and f

en I saw Charles star

han Charles could have. It was due to a job offer and thei

n – was that his dad really needed them to go away wit

t even looking at me. Busy looking at his tattoo

was I trying to please him now…nevertheless, my

I didn’t want Charles following me to my

there?” I grumbled to myself. Not like I needed him here… exactly. I

into the Living room. There he was still sitting! My mo

nd Mrs. James, some streaks of gray hair mingled in her blacks

birthday and he was five then, soon to be six. Adding

y brain

proud of herself, she

didn’t notice when Charles left the living room

How could he ask? We were

ugh hell with people. Boyfriend?, that’s a luxury I can’t afford. Who wan

nice. My lips just twisted left and right as I struggled to keep those words in. He b

the deck total

d somewhere to sit near me. “The relocati

our favorite right!” I still kept quiet. “Kiera? You’re not still a

like it needed to be changed. Charles had a sad expression, I guess Mr. James was

ave one last look at Charles. He wasn’t looking at me but h

hile snuggling myself on my bed. It was now an hour since th

up while she laid on my sofa. We were quiet for sometim

e, she had talked with Mrs. James today, I bet there’

om spoke up “After they left, Charles’ mom had a girl child who died not to

ke a recitation so I took time to absorb it. S

he was a little bit traumatized. They had earlier planned for him to return here for his University but

nsive. I was trying to hurt his pride as payback for leaving me but I never knew I was hu