Love

I entered Garry's house, and looked around. For a brief second everything stopped. All eyes were on me. A second latter every one went back to drinking, or getting high, or what ever else they were doing before I walked in. Garry walked up to me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my lips. He whispered in my ear "I love your outfit. Mmmmm." I could tell he was turned on. This was the reaction I was looking for when I choose the skin tight shirt and the black eye shadow. A smile crossed my lips as I kissed him back. Nibbling on my ear he whispered "I've missed you." He continued to speak, but his words were lost to me.
 
  My attention turned to the living room. That’s where I saw her. Her hair as dark as night with her bangs bright red. Her eyes shadowed, but the blue had shone threw, her lips as black as her fingernails. (Mmmm…. Lust...Pure Lust coursing through my body.)

  Wait what’s this? She’s crying? My lust had turned to hate. (Who hurt my dark angel?) I walk up to her, she quickly looks away. She would rather die than admit her pain. With out looking at me she asked “When did you get back into town?’’ She had regained her composure. “I got back this morning…. What’s wrong?” She looked up at me without saying a word I knew what was wrong, I knew what she had to deal with at home…Evil thoughts were running  through my head, evil things that I’d like to do to her abusive family. She looked up at me again and smiled “ABC.”
“See what?”
 
  It was a stupid little joke between us but it had worked to change the subject. I pulled the joint from my pocked and let her spark it. We took our usual spots on the couch, (Me on the end and her head on my lap.) and pretended to be involved in the party around us, But I knew where her mind was. And I was too busy watching her to be interested in any party. I can remember the way her haired smelled, the way her skin felt, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. New thoughts  entered there way into my mind. I longed to have her but knew that could never be. Not with….a sharp and quick ring of a phone broke my thoughts. (A phone?) Her phone. She got up quickly, as if startled by the noise, and went to the back room.

  A few minutes latter  she came out of the room and looked straight at me. I got up and headed to the back room. Once I was inside she closed the door. When she turned to me tears were running down her face. She had never let me see her cry. This was bad whatever it was. She uttered three words. "My Brothers dead." I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I didn’t waste my breath with telling her it would be all right. I knew anything I said would be useless so I just held her. I held her till she ran out of tears and  was too tired to stand. We laid together on the bed, her head on my chest we laid together till morning.