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  1. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
    posted a quote
    January 21, 2013 8:48pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Nineteen~
    I remember looking up at David, his eyes wide with horror.
    I remember not understanding why he was scared.
    “Della,” David gasped, his mouth open.
    I tried to speak out, ask him what was wrong, but I couldn’t.
    My voice was gone.
    David’s arms started to shake with me in them as he stared at me with the same wide eyes.
    David wasn’t staring into my eyes as he usually would do. I followed his eyes down to my side.
    Staining my shirt was a giant red blot.
    There was a ringing in my ear.
    I felt myself collapse.
    “Della!” David yelped as I hit the concrete hard. I didn’t feel a thing.
    An intense pain in my side began to travel through my entire being, tingling my toes and fingertips.
    I looked up at David’s familiar green eyes.
    “Please, Del. Stick with me,” he pleaded, his eyes clouding over, his hand shaking mine.
    I heard a commotion behind me, I assumed my neighbors had come out at the sound of the shot.
    “I’ll call 9-1-1!” I heard a man call out to us.
    “You hear that, Del? You’re going to get help. You’re going to be okay,” his mouth smiled but his eyes remained stricken. “You’ve got to be okay.” I heard not only David’s voice, but also Trey’s.
    Every word he had ever said to me replayed painfully slow.
    My memory of his wicked smile as he mouthed ‘See you tonight’ was bright and vivid.
    It clicked.
    “Trey,” I rasped to David.
    “What, baby?” David asked, his voice urgent.
    “Trey did this,” I said, my voice faint.
    I saw his eyes gain understanding as his face twisted into a pained look. He nodded slowly.
    In the back of my mind, I heard myself saying over and over again ‘I told you so’.
    I should have listened.
    I should have known.
    I should have ran the day I met the player.
    I should have known I couldn’t compete.
    I should have known I couldn’t win.
    I should have known I would lose.
    Those were deadly games I was playing. No one wins in deadly games.
    “Della, don’t close your eyes,” David said, his voice urgent. “Please, baby, stick with me.”
    I hadn’t realized I had my eyes closed, it felt so sweet.
    It felt easy, just like sleep.
    I felt the pain draining away.
    I felt myself slipping.
    My mind travelled to Ms. Mary and the very first day I had walked into the store. I was bored, just aimlessly wandering the city, looking for something to do. I noticed the old-fashioned shop window, it looked like something out of a movie. I walked in, intrigued.
    A little old lady was sitting behind the counter, her eyes clouded over, her pain hidden by a well-practiced smile.
    I thought of David and his sweet-self. His bright green eyes and his crooked smile. I thought of the way I felt with him. The love I felt for him.
    Death was sweet.
    I heard sirens ring from far off.
    I wasn’t worried about that now.
    In a distant voice, I heard David’s last line to me, “I love you, Della. I always will.” His grass-green eyes entered my memory as I felt myself smiling. “I will never forget you.”
    The touch of his hand slipped away from my fingertips as an incredible light shone in front of me.
    A beautiful, blond haired girl with clear blue eyes stood in front of me, her hand out-stretched to me. Her smile rang out familiarly to me, a smile I had seen every day I walked into the bookstore.
    Every doubt was erased from my mind as my hand touched hers.
    Every trace of pain was gone.
    I was gone.
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  2. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 20, 2013 11:38pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Eighteen~
    “I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms. Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
    “You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
    I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
    “Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
    “Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
    Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
    Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
    “I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
    My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
    “She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
    My breath began to shorten.
    “I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
    I knew how the story was going to end.
    “His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
    I felt tears sliding down my face.
    Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
    “To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
    I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
    “You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
    I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
    But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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  3. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 20, 2013 8:13pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Eighteen~
    “I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms. Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
    “You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
    I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
    “Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
    “Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
    Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
    Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
    “I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
    My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
    “She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
    My breath began to shorten.
    “I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
    I knew how the story was going to end.
    “His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
    I felt tears sliding down my face.
    Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
    “To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
    I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
    “You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
    I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
    But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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  4. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 19, 2013 7:44pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Seventeen~
    His eyes grew wide and turned to the most vibrant shade of green I had ever seen.
    “Oh baby, I love you too,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement and what sounded exactly what love should sound like.
    My vision clouded over as pure happiness spread throughout my entire being.
    I felt his hand cradle my face, pulling me into what had to be the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
    As I stood there, with David’s arms around me, his lips and mine conjoined in a pact of pure love, I felt myself thinking back to last summer.
    To the day when Ms. Mary finished her story for me.
    She had come into the Biography Room, asking for me to join her for a cup of peppermint tea.
    As we sat there, the summer rain pouring outside the window, Ms. Mary told me everything.
    “I’m sure you remember me talking about my lovely Kenny, correct?” she asked me, the name I had assumed was the name of her ex-husband. “Well, there is more to the story. I felt I owed it to you to finish it.”
    I knew I should have told her she only needed to tell me what she wanted to, but I was curious. I wanted to know the rest. I wanted to know about the only thing that could ever seem to get her down.
    “He did come back from the war, you know. Everyone told me I was so lucky. At the time, I had thought so as well,” she pushed her hair back behind her ear, turning her face to the window. “I was in love, deary. I was absolutely, one hundred percent sure I was. Kenny became an elementary school teacher, he taught third grade math. Seeing all those cute little children, I naturally wanted one of my own. Well, I soon became pregnant.” She began to smile. “I remember walking around the town, my pregnant belly sticking out for everyone to see, it was like an emblem of our love for one another. All my girlfriends told me they were so jealous,” she giggled like a young school girl, her tired eyes dancing. “I was the first one to get pregnant and with the best man in town!”
    She looked at me, seeing my look of confusion on my face.
    “That’s what everyone said. They said he was so sweet, so funny, so smart, and oh-so handsome. Everyone wanted to talk to him. All the girls wanted him, all the boys wanted to be him. It was impossible to hate Kenny. Impossible.”
    At this point, I was fully into the story. Ms. Mary had always been excellent at telling stories, and this one was about a secret part of her life I had never heard before. It was safe to say I was sitting on the edge of my seat.
    “The first night it happened, I was waiting up for him at about one in the morning. Kenny had been out drinking with some friends from his regiment. Usually, they would go down to the local bar and would drink responsibly. I had just figured he was busy reminiscing about the war, something they often did.” She paused to take a sip of her tea. “I had been reading a novel about parenting, I was six months pregnant and over the moon about it all. I was sitting in the bed, one lamp on next to me, reading quietly waiting for my husband. That was all!” Her voice raised, her eyebrows cinching together in confusion.
    “When I heard him come in at about one, I had set my book down to go greet him and fix him some supper if he wanted. As soon as I entered the kitchen, which is where he was crashing around, I knew something was different about tonight. The entire room reeked of cheap alcohol and French perfume. His eyes were droopy as they scanned the room settling suddenly on me. I remember feeling scared beyond belief. The normally sweet and loving eyes were turned sour. He had stumbled to the floor, I remember that, so I went to help him. He had already got up before I reached him. I was too close to him, I realize that now. I should have just gone to bed. As I stood next to him, his hands quickly slapped me across the face, calling me names I will never repeat.”
    She looked down to stir her tea, refusing to make eye contact with me. “And that’s the way it continued for the next months of my pregnancy. Every now and then, when he would go to the girls’ club and drink a bit too much, his rage would be taken out on me. I covered it up well, I had become an expert. I made excuses for him, I had a million of them.”
    We stopped talking as a middle-aged man came in, heading straight for the bathroom next to the entrance.
    Ms. Mary didn't even acknowledge him.
    The only thing on her mind was the past.
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  5. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 18, 2013 11:56pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Sixteen~
    “I’m walking you home,” David said, taking my hand in his as we headed down the sidewalk from the bookstore.
    A small bruise was forming underneath his left eye.
    I nodded, my thoughts distant. The only thing I could remember was David fighting so fearlessly for me and the way Trey’s mouth moved as he threatened me before he sprinted away.
    Neither were what I had thought.
    I honestly thought Trey was the one for me. I had thought he was spontaneous and exciting. He intrigued me. I was interested.
    I was interested enough to let him in, to make myself vulnerable. I let him play his game.
    David, the boy I had thought was just another boy, turned out to be my savior. The one who truly cared for me, the one who I was safe with.
    I looked up into his bright green eyes, his face staring ahead seriously, every thought bent on getting me home safely as we walked through the dark.
    “Baby,” I said softly, stopping short.
    As I stood for that blink of a second while David continued to walk, I heard a noise behind me.
    I had an irrationally urgent feeling of being unsafe sweep over me.
    David halted a few steps ahead of me, looking back at me, his face softening as he heard my voice call him the pet-name. I suddenly forgot all about my fear of my dark surroundings. “Yes?”
    I looked down at my shoes, tapping the toes together, completely chickening out of what I wanted to say.
    He felt the hesitance in my voice. He stepped towards me, cupping his palm underneath my chin, lifting my face to his.
    I knew his eyes were on me, but I was so scared, I couldn’t bear to look at them.
    “Della.” I shivered silently as I heard him whisper my name.
    I slowly lifted my eyes, letting them rest on each feature on his face momentarily. The strong lines of his chin, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the crook on his nose, and into the deep sea of green.
    I felt myself soak in the familiarity of the two beautiful grass-green eyes, every doubt pouring out of me.
    I took a shallow breath, feeling my breath getting tight in my throat, knowing this was the first time I was ever going to say the words to anyone.
    I had no idea it was going to be my last.
    David’s green eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to say what I knew had to be said.
    I looked at him, trying my best to stay strong and not melt away. When I had felt the courage come to me, I said to him in a shaky voice, “I love you.”
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  6. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 14, 2013 10:03pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Fifteen~
    “Let’s leave,” I whispered into David’s ear, my head turning towards the door.
    David laughed. “What? We just got here! Plus, I really want some coffee, hon. It’s warm here, we’ll just stay for a little while.”
    My hand was still intertwined with his as he dragged me to the counter, every step getting closer and closer to Trey and his demeaning smile. I felt my confidence draining out of me as his eyes ate up my appearance.
    “Hello, little Delly,” Trey snickered at me as he talked to me as if I was a small child.
    I kept my eyes focused on my boots. One of the shoelaces was untied.
    “I haven’t seen you since… well, last night, I guess!” Trey smirked, his laughter belittling. “Although, you weren’t the best last night. I’ve certainly had better.”
    I felt David’s grip tighten around my fingers.
    “I have to hit you just to make you put something into it!” Trey’s eyes danced as he realized who David was to me. “And who’s this, Delly? A little friend? How old is he, twelve?”
    I could hear David’s breathing become heavy.
    Trey turned to look directly at David. “Personally, I would stay away from her. She’s kinda nasty. Quite the wh*re, I’ve come to find out.” Trey reached over to me, lifting my chin with two fingers, which were digging into a newly formed bruise. “But, I mean, if you’re into S*T*D*s, than go for it.”
    “Get your hands off her,” David swatted Trey’s hand away from my face.
    Trey looked stunned for a moment, but quickly retaliated. “Excuse me? Pardon me for telling the f*cking truth.”
    David laughed in the meanest way I’d ever heard. “Is that what they call being an absolute d*uchebag these days? Telling the ‘truth’?”
    “Just trying to warn ya, bud.” Trey scoffed at David as he got madder and madder. “But while we’re at it, how ‘bout you get your hand away from my wh*re?” Trey pushed me so I fell against a table, startling the couple drinking their coffee.
    “What did you call her?!” David asked his voice raising.
    The bystanders in the coffee shop started to get uneasy, many getting up and leaving the shop all together.
    I heard someone call for the manager.
    “I called her by her name, idiot. That’s what you do. You be polite and call b*tches by their f*cking names,” Trey shoved David, who fell back a step.
    David retrieved his stature and stood tall. “Okay, ‘bud’, first of all, she’s not a wh*re. She’s a beautiful girl with a stunning personality and the sweetest smile. Secondly, she’s not ‘yours’ nor will she ever be.” With a smile, he turned back to face me. “She’s mine.”
    I felt my whole body become warm and tingly. This was the first time he had ever ‘claimed’ me.
    Instead of the way I often felt with Trey, I felt loved. Instead of feeling stupid and useless, I felt like I was important and worth nice words and sweet smiles.
    I felt like I deserved the cute, healthy relationship.
    And David was going to give it to me.
    It happened slow, at least to me. I saw his perfect, sweet face being pushed violently to one side as Trey’s fist came in contact. His beautiful green eyes became shocked and wide, his neck whipping to the side as his whole body fell to the ground.
    I felt my chest cave, my breath caught, as I saw his body crumpled on the floor.
    I looked to Trey, who smirked once at me, and then returning his attention to the body on the floor.
    With the tip of his sneakers, he kicked David hard in the side.
    “You better step off, kid. You don’t know what I’m capable of doing to your precious little Della over there. You seem to forget, I know her and her tight little body better than anyone.” He sneered above David.
    “HEY! If you wanna fight, fine. But get out of my shop!” The manager yelled at the two, hitting them both with the end of a broom.
    Trey hopped over David, pausing at the door to turn and give me an ominous smile.
    With the door open, he mouthed to me, ‘See you tonight’.
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  7. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 11, 2013 10:39pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Fourteen~
    “I think I’m going to go to college for Literature,” David told me as he organized the files in the cabinet behind the counter as I stood, listening.
    I don’t know if he realized this, but the shirt that David had on today was an emerald green shirt with his sleeves messily rolled up so he could work, and the color made his eyes ten times more intense. His jeans were dark wash and ripped from working outside in the summer. His hair was swept to the side in a messy, unintentional way. I’m sure he didn’t try to make his hair do that. He wasn’t like that.
    “I really want to go to Emerson,” David said, reaching up to grab a folder on a shelf, his shirt lifting to reveal a glimpse of his sculpted stomach, forcing my heart to race.
    “That’s cool,” I replied, absentmindedly, tugging on my sleeves, my wrist littered with bruises, an assortment of colors, from where Trey’s fingers had dug in ruthlessly.
    “It’s really expensive, though,” David continued, his back to me. “Which is why I’m here. What’s my two favorite things, you ask?” David turned to me, looking for a response.
    I giggled at his wide eyes.
    “EHH,” he said, imitating a noise on a game show. “Wrong. Books and money. Working at a bookstore equals money and books.”
    I smiled at him. “I see.”
    “And you!” He lunged to me, grabbing my wrists, pulling them close to him. I yelped, freeing myself from his grip. I know he didn’t mean to, but he hurt me.
    He raised his hands up, like he was about to be arrested. “You all right?”
    I smiled weakly, realizing I had made it obvious.
    “Did it… Did it happen again?” he asked, his face as serious as ever, his eyes boring into mine.
    I shook my head, averting my eyes from his.
    “Let me see.”
    I didn’t protest, knowing he wouldn’t stop until I showed him. I reached out my arm, pulling up my sleeve.
    With a gentle finger, he brushed over it slowly, sending shoots of pain through my arm.
    “Oh, baby,” he whispered, sighing and staring at my bruises with a long face.
    Ms. Mary shuffled into the room, holding an old book in her frail hands, and stopped short when she saw us. “Would you like to go on break, David-dear?” She asked.
    David’s eyes never left my wrist.
    I decided to answer for him. “Yes, thank you, Ms. Mary.”
    “Not a problem, dear,” Ms. Mary nodded in a serious way.
    As she walked past me, her eyes travelled to where David’s attention was focused. She stalled in front of us, her eyes travelling from the bruises to my face. Her eyes looked more tired and sad than I had seen in quite some time.
    For the first time, her face was starting to show her actual age and all the sadness she held inside.
    I tore my arms from him and held his hand in mine, leading him outside of the bookstore for our “break”.
    We began to walk down the street, heading to the little coffee shop to get a Peppermint Mocha.
    I hadn’t gotten one since Trey and I had first met.
    Holding David’s hand in mine, I waltzed in, feeling a million times better just being with him.
    As soon as my eyes had adjusted from the bright snow to the dim lighting of the coffee shop, my body went numb and fear took over my whole body. I shuddered as I found the angry eyes I had come to know too well.
    “Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”
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  8. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    January 9, 2013 11:22pm UTC
    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Thirteen~
    I played it off like it was just a message from my mom to David.
    He smiled and we continued with what we were doing, even though things felt different with the nagging reminder of Trey’s message.
    I couldn’t even begin to predict what Trey was going to do, let alone when he was planning on paying me a “visit”.
    I did my best to camouflage my terror around David, I didn’t want him to worry.
    But I also didn’t want him to leave me.
    I was scared that if he found out the Trey wasn’t finished me, he would decide I wasn’t worth the trouble.
    I left without saying good bye to either David or Ms. Mary, I didn’t want to encourage them to start a conversation with me tonight. I wasn’t in the mood.
    I walked through town with my head down, hoping not to attract any attention.
    I rounded the corner of the block where my house was located and stopped short.
    In my front yard, there were tracks leading straight to my door through my yard.
    I slowly opened my door to the empty house, seeing as both of my parents were still at work, and would be until after dinner.
    I walked cautiously up the stairs and opened the door to my room painfully slow.
    I jumped as I found Trey lounging on my bed, reading one of my old notebooks.
    “Finally,” Trey said, sitting up. “Took ya long enough. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Trey winked at me. Instead of being s*ductive, like I’m sure he was going for, it seemed creepy and unappealing.
    The only person I found appealing was David and his green eyes.
    I felt myself leaving my body, returning to David’s warm arms as I rested my head against his chest.
    “Come here, baby,” Trey’s voice rang out to me from a distance as I felt him pick me up and throw me on the bed.
    In my head, David’s eyes found mine and he leaned into my face, my hair falling into my face. With a gentle hand, David pushed it behind my ear.
    A ringing noise filled my ears as I felt Trey yank off my bra, roughly.
    I smiled as David leaned in closer, eyes focused on my lips.
    Trey’s hand slapped me hard across my face, once again, bringing me back to his angry face.
    My undergarments were off, and Trey and I were, against my will, joined together.
    I laid, rigid, under Trey’s body as he moved in erratic movements above me.
    I noticed something different today. There was something different about Trey while comparing him to Ms. Mary or David or even the unnamed waitress.
    There was something off.
    In most people, there is a heart. A stroke of kindness. Compassion for other people, for feelings, for morals.
    What I had mistaken as confidence was cockiness. The thought that he could have anything he wanted whenever he wanted it.
    What I had mistaken as spontaneous was actually anger. Anger from who knows what, but it was going straight to me.
    He was taking out his anger at me.
    I fell for him.
    I fell for his game.
    And now, with Trey physically abusing and taking the best gift I could ever give a guy away from me, I realized I was losing.
    I realized as silent tears started to slide from my eyes, I was losing myself.
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  9. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Twelve~
    A little over a month had gone by.
    I had been ignoring Trey and hiding out in the bookstore.
    It was the perfect safe-haven that Trey knew nothing about.
    It also helped that David was always there.
    I had never heard from Trey again after that night. I thought that he had given up on me and moved on to something new.
    The Christmas season came and went without anything new. I had spent it with Ms. Mary, helping out at the shop, but seeing as it was a holiday, very few customers came in. So instead, we sat around, chatting and drinking tea and eating all the leftover Christmas cookies.
    Every day over break, Ms. Mary greeted me every morning with a smile. David started showing up earlier to work so he could share a coffee with me before he started work. I began to help him with the few tasks Ms. Mary would actually give him, so it was basically like I now worked there. Today, as we were sitting on a sofa, looking at a magazine together, David read aloud a section about a young girl with cancer who just got engaged to her boyfriend, also with cancer.
    The two stood, holding hands, their smiles engulfing their faces, their skinny bodies glowing with joy. Both were undergoing chemo.
    The title read, “In Love with My Best Friend, Check!” David looked at me, smiling.
    I blushed and reached down to grab his hand. As I held it in mine, he gave it a quick squeeze.
    “Hello you two,” Ms. Mary came out of the back room and shuffled over to us. Her sweet face smiled at us, revealing exhaustion that I had never seen before. “I’m going to go out for a cup of tea and some lunch. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
    She walked by us, patting David on the shoulder as she passed.
    We watched her pull on her jacket and shuffle down the street, out of sight.
    David slowly sat up and looked around. The shop had been slow all morning.
    He got up, and discreetly turned the shop sign from “Come On In!” to “Sorry, We’re Closed!” I gave him a funny, amused look as he walked back to me. He smiled as he lowered himself next to me.
    “Did you know that we met each other two and a half months ago?” David asked, his eyes shy, his face adorable.
    “I didn’t know that,” I smiled, titling my head at him, my blond hair falling to the side. It had finally reached the middle of my back.
    “I’ve been keeping track,” he chuckled, quietly. “It feels so much longer, though.”
    My smile widened. “It does, doesn’t it?”
    He pulled me close to him, whispering in my ear, “And I’ve loved every minute of it.”
    I felt his lips press against mine, gentle at first, and deepening to more than just a simple kiss.
    Every time David and I had been alone together, we’d gotten more passionate.
    His tongue formed next to mine, dancing with mine. I felt his hand slip up my sweatshirt, rubbing the small of my back.
    My hand slid its way into his shaggy black hair, twisting the soft locks in between my fingers.
    We stayed that way for a while, entranced by each other, until we were interrupted by my phone on the coffee table buzzing insanely loudly.
    I pulled apart, my heart racing, his eyes hungry for more, and turned to my phone.
    I fixed my shirt as I checked the new message.
    My body went numb as I read who it was from.
    “New Message from Trey Churchill”
    My stomach churned as I clicked “Read Now”.
    The message read, “Well hey, Peppermint. Long time, no s*x, eh?”
    My heart dropped as I realized he hadn’t forgotten me nor changed at all.
    I took a deep breath before I finished reading the message.
    “I’m thinking it’s time for Round Two ;)”
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Eleven~
    It was lunch time, and David had insisted on taking me to get something with him. We walked through the door of the small café, David’s hand still in mine. He hadn’t let go of it since he found out.
    We found a small table in the corner and he quickly pulled my chair out for me. I settled in, smiling quietly at him. He sat down across from me and looked at me, his face serious.
    “What?” I asked, with a small laugh.
    “Where else did he hit you,” he demanded, his tone so solemn, it frightened me.
    I looked down at my chipped fingernail polish. “Oh, uh.”
    “Della. Answer me.” He pulled my hands towards him.
    I looked out the window next to us. The snow had stopped but the dark clouds that had been covering the town for a couple weeks remained. We hadn’t seen sunlight since the day I met Trey.
    “Helloooooo lovelies!” A peppy waitress came bouncing up to us, a notepad in her perfectly manicured hands. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes bright blue. She was probably one of the prettiest people I had ever met. “What can I get you both today?”
    David ordered a hamburger and I ordered chicken noodle soup, my absolute favorite.
    No matter what kind of day I was having, chicken noodle soup always makes me feel better.
    The waitress smiled at us both, her teeth perfect and white, and turned to walk away, her hair flipping as she went.
    Once we were alone, David’s face returned to being thoughtful.
    I refused to answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
    It wasn’t that I didn’t trust David, because I certainly did. I did with all my heart. I had never felt such a connection to David.
    Except, of course, with Trey.
    The similarities of feelings terrified me.
    We were both quiet until the waitress broke the smile with another peppy hello.
    “Here’s your hamburger,” she said as she laid the plate in front of David. “And for the lovely lady,” she smiled as she reached over to give me my bowl. As she reached, her sleeve slid up, revealing a glimpse of a beautiful wrist, littered with gruesome slashes. I looked up at her flawless face, eyes wide.
    She looked down at me as I stared again at her wrist. She quickly tugged down her sleeve to conceal her scars once again. I watched her face change from glee to sorrow as I’m sure she began to remember the reasons why she cut in the first place.
    Her eyes filled with tears as she stared into mine.
    “Thanks,” David said, pouring ketchup onto his burger, completely oblivious to the exchange between this unnamed waitress and I.
    She quickly blinked back the tears and the smile returned to her face, once again masking her true feelings. “No problem! Let me know if you need anything else!”
    She gave me one last fleeting look, an understanding that neither of us would speak of what just happened, and she walked back to the kitchen.
    I sat for a moment, feeling dejected, all signs of hunger disappearing. David had finished his entire burger before I had even begun my soup.
    He was about to pick up a stray fry when he suddenly turned to the window. “Ohmygod,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and springing up from his seat.
    I watched in surprise as David ran out the door. I quickly pulled out a twenty and left it on the table, not wanting to leave the waitress with nothing.
    I followed him out the door and looked down the street. There, standing in the middle of the road, David had his arms outstretched to the sky, his face up to the sky, as the sun beat down on him.
    It was like a moment in those cheesy movies when the girl finally realizes exactly what she’s been looking for has been there the whole time, and the sun shines directly on that person to point it out to her.
    He looked back down at me, a smile plastered to his face, his arm motioning for me to join him.
    I smiled, soaking in a mixture of the sun’s warmth and David’s joy, and jogged over to him.
    He immediately wrapped his arms around me, lifting me above the ground.
    I looked down at his bright green eyes, and felt peace. Like every bruise on my body had healed.
    Slowly, carefully, David leaned in.
    It was my first kiss that I had ever had that I was smiling.
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  12. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Ten~
    “Oh hello, David! You’re looking rather nice this morning, took some time to get ready today?” Ms. Mary smiled at David as he set his bag behind the counter and punched something into the computer.
    He laughed once. “I guess so!” He turned to face us both, smiling. “And how are you, Della?”
    His smile was all it took to calm me down. I set my teacup down and smiled at him. “Good, thank you.”
    Ms. Mary looked at me quizzically. “Yes. It does seem that you’re better now, doesn’t it?”
    I quickly pushed off of the chair and walked over to David. “Oh Ms. Mary, I’ve never been better!” I threw a quick smile in David’s direction.
    “Hmm, well, you keep an eye on her, okay David? She wasn’t too well this morning,” Ms. Mary got up carefully to get another cup of tea.
    I watched her struggle to lift the teapot with her shaking hands.
    “Let me help you with that,” David said as he rushed to hold the pot for her.
    “Thank you, deary. My muscles aren’t what they used to be, that’s for sure...” Ms. Mary trailed off as she shuffled into the back room.
    David chuckled as Ms. Mary began to sing an old forgotten tune that no one around here had heard of.
    “I really do wish she would take it easier,” I said, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
    “Yeah… how old is she now?” David asked, tidying up the counter a bit.
    “Eighty-six, her birthday is in May,” I said, folding my arms on the counter. “She’s pretty lively for her age.”
    David laughed. “Just like you!” He playfully pushed my forearm.
    As I had been lying on the floor of my bedroom, Trey had gotten up to do who knows what. He had stood above me, watching me lay lifeless.
    “Get up,” he had growled at me, receiving no answer. “GET UP.”
    I had refused to move, hoping he would leave me there. With an unattractive grunt, he kicked me hard in my forearm.
    Tears filled my eyes as David’s fingers pushed into my purple bruise as I tried desperately to hold back a yelp.
    David withdrew his hand suddenly, his squinted with curiosity. “You all right?”
    I averted my eyes, nodding slightly, hoping he’d drop it.
    Without a word, he reached over to my arm and pulled up my sleeve. Purple splotches littered my arm.
    I yanked my arm away, pulling my sleeve back down, my face blushing once again.
    “Della, are these from him?” David asked as he remembered me talking of Trey yesterday. His voice was sad and pitiful.
    I looked away to the window, watching the snow begin to fall once again in large flakes, the sky darkened with big, grey clouds.
    I felt his hand grasp onto mine and when I turned to face him, I saw that his eyes had clouded over as well.
    “I’m going to get you through this,” David intertwined his fingers in mine.
    I looked down at our hands joined as one as tears flooded my eyes.
    With a gentle finger, he lead my chin up to face him. “We’re going to get through this.”
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  13. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Nine~
    “’Morning, Ms. Mary,” I smiled at the little old lady as I walked in the door of the bookshop the next day. I had woken up early just to come here.
    This was like a rainbow to the storm that was last night.
    “Good morning, deary!” she smiled that warm smile that I had grown to love over a summer of constantly coming in. On her small body she was wearing a green sweater with gold ruffles around the neck and sleeves and a reindeer on the front with red pants to match. In her ears were two bells that jingled every time she moved her head. Her short white hair was curled and pinned in the back with a small bow and her lips were a bright red.
    “You look like you need a cup of tea and a Christmas cookie, am I right?” she asked, knowing me well enough to know there was something off about me today. “
    You would definitely be right about that.” I walked over, flinching every step.
    That morning, I woke on the floor. A faint memory of being shoved off the bed filled my head. I hadn’t fought back, by then I had realized fighting back just made him worse. Made him more forceful and ruthless. He wanted what he wanted and he got what he wanted. The fight was half the fun.
    I had picked myself off the floor to see that my bed was left an absolute mess and he had not bothered to shut the window so my room was thirteen degrees. I looked down at myself and my eyes filled with tears at the bruises littered all over my body and the dried blood covering my thighs.
    I gingerly stood up and shuffled to the window to tug it closed. As I walked over to my closet to retrieve some clothing, I passed the mirror.
    I stood in front of it in sheer horror as I took in my appearance. There were violent bruises on my breasts, where his hands had forced themselves. Tear streaks stained my face, a red mark remained on my cheek from where he had slapped me the night before.
    I had searched through my closet to find something to cover my marks. I found a high-collared button-up shirt and an oversized sweater for extra padding to anything I might bump into and a pair of leggings that would favor my bandages I gingerly put on my inner thighs.
    “Here you are, sweetie, come have a seat and talk to Ms. Mary,” she put a plate down on the counter and patted the chair next to her.
    I walked delicately over to her, trying desperately not to give anything away. I sat next to her, putting a homemade cookie into my mouth.
    “How are you, dear. You don’t look…well,” she asked, laying her hand on my shoulder. In that very spot was where I had landed when Trey threw me to the ground after he was finished with me. I winced at her touch.
    She pulled her hand up quickly, her eyes startled. “Are you all right, Della?”
    I smiled weakly at her. “Oh yes. Don’t worry about me, Ms. Mary. I’m perfectly fine.”
    She watched me for a moment. “You don’t need to hide anything from me, dear. You know you can trust me with anything.”
    I smiled up at her, genuinely this time, thinking back to this summer when I had finally opened up to Ms. Mary about my anxiety problems. She had listened intently, sipping her tea every so often. In return, Ms. Mary had told me a part of her story.
    It was a bright summer day and I had come in to a nearly deserted shop. She had invited me to sit next to her for a cup of tea. She had set her teacup down gently and folded her hands on the table.
    She had looked up at me and smiled once. “You know, dear, I went through something terrible when I was just a titch older than you. I was nineteen. I believe you are seventeen, am I correct?” she asked as I nodded in answer. “Ah yes, a bit older than. Most girls my age were engaged, if not already married. I was falling behind, you see, and my family was determined to get me married off. There was a final dance for all the boys going off to World War II at the school and my mother made me go. I didn’t want to, I really wasn’t too interested in all those boys having one last night of fun before getting shipped over seas. But one couldn’t argue with Mother. She always got her way. So Mother gussied me up, made me all pretty for the soldiers, trying to marry me off. I arrived with a couple of my girlfriends, who all immediately found dance partners. I stayed next to the punch bowl, yes, I was that girl,” she laughed once. “I should have stayed at the punch bowl.”
    I had began to toy with the ring on my finger, feeling the story starting to take a down-turn.
    “He was loud. Walking over to me like he owned the world, could get any girl he wanted. I don’t know, dear, I guess I wanted to prove him wrong. I played hard to get, that’s for sure, but, in the end, he won out.” She ran her shaking fingers through her hair. “We married soon after that day, as soon as we could, so we could be married before he left.” She looked suddenly at me. “I wish I could tell you there was a happy ending to my story, but obviously that would be a lie, seeing as there is no ring on my pretty little finger here. You see, love, he was an angry man. An angry man with a lot of tension and he cause a lot of harm to me,” her voice began to shake. “And nobody believed me.”
    Suddenly, with much force, she said in a stable voice, “That’s all.”
    And that was the end of the conversation.
    So now, sitting in front of Ms. Mary with the same problem she went through years and years before, I felt my hand starting to shake while grasping the teacup.
    “Sweetheart?” Ms. Mary asked, laying her hand to settle the shaking. Before I could even begin to answer, the bells above the door began to jingle as David walked through, his face brightening as his eyes found me.
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  14. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Eight~
    I was lying in bed, drifting off at ten-thirty.
    I had been sitting, waiting, by my phone since I had gotten home for Trey to call or text.
    He didn’t.
    So there I was, curled up in a miserable ball, wondering what I had done wrong.
    I was almost completely asleep when I heard an urgent tapping on my window and Trey’s angry face staring at me.
    I quickly got up and opened my window as Trey clambered in.
    “God, it’s f*cking freezing out there,” he gasped as he stood in my room, rubbing his arms with his hands. He stopped suddenly to look at me. “Well, look at you,” he smirked, taking in my appearance.
    My hair was in a messy bun held up haphazardly by one pony tail, my face make-up free. My parents had turned up the heat to a staggering height, so I had put on an old t-shirt and just my lace panties. I shivered involuntarily as his eyes traveled over my body.
    He didn’t say anything.
    He came at me with a look a mixture of disgust and amusement on his face. His arms wrapped around my body and pulled me to the bed. He pushed his body on top of mine with such force, pinning me underneath him.
    His zipper cut the skin on my thigh.
    He smashed his lips against mine, it was impossible for me to scream out.
    But then again, even if I could scream, would anyone hear me? My parents were in the basement, the flat screen blaring so loudly, I could hear it from the second floor.
    There was a ringing noise in my ear as I realized what was going to become of me that evening.
    I had only known him for a couple weeks. I didn’t know anything about him. I didn’t know his birthday, his favorite band, his parents’ names, nothing. The only thing I knew about him was his favorite coffee drink.
    This was too fast. Everything was going too fast.
    I tried to push him away with my hands, but he just slapped them away. I balled up one hand into a fist and punched him as hard as I could from the position I was in the side.
    He raised his head, his eyes bright with anger. And just like the time before, he slapped me hard against my cheek. My head snapped to the side from the strength of the blow, my neck making a slight snapping noise as I felt myself get whiplash.
    With renewed force, Trey unzipped his jeans and tugged them off with one hand, the other was locked tightly around my throat.
    I clenched my eyes, not wanting to witness anything that would happen next. I felt that if I didn’t see it, it wasn’t happening.
    Instead of pulling them off, like he had done with his garments, he tore off my panties, breaking the seam. I yelped out as he did this, the fabric scraping hard against my skin, tearing it open and starting to bleed.
    He smiled twistedly at my pain and slammed himself hard against my body, pushing himself into me.
    Just as I had before with David, I felt myself drifting off. I was slowly reliving the afternoon in the quiet Biography Room with David in the chair next to me. The air was a mixture of Ms. Mary’s Christmas cookies and the mold from the very old books on the dusty shelves. The lamp in between us would flicker every so often and when it would, we would look at each other in amusement, thinking of Ms. Mary and her refusal to switch to fluorescent bulbs. She said they took away the golden-tones of the lamp and took away from the overall appearance of it all. After the flickering would cease, we would pick up on our conversation once again, laughing and speaking freely, comfortable with each other. I would say something stupid and he would laugh, not rudely, but out of pure delight. I would blush and he would lean over to touch my cheek, saying it was as hot as the sun. I would swat his hand away playfully, secretly enjoying his touch.
    Another thrust from Trey brought me back to the real life.
    But the lingering green of David’s eyes filled my vision.
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  15. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Seven~
    “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. Mary!” I called to the little old lady as she waved goodbye to me from behind the counter.
    The air hit me hard as I stepped outside, the sky was dark and light flurries were swirling around my body like a small, white tornado. I hugged myself, a smile stuck on my face.
    It was late, I had spent the majority of the day in the bookstore with the company of David. We had sat in our chairs, discussing different books. After a while, he got up and fixed us two cups of coffee and stuck a peppermint stick in mine.
    I turned to the left to head back to my house when I hit a patch of ice in front of the large bay window of the bookshop and landed straight on my butt.
    I sat dazed on the sidewalk, my legs sprawled out in front of me, as the jingle from the bell on the door of the bookshop jangled.
    “Ohmygod, Della! Are you all right?” I heard David’s voice from behind me.
    I turned up to look at him, his face a mixture of concern and laughter. My face was frozen in shock.
    “Oh God, okay, let’s get you up.” He reached down to me. I could tell he was holding back laughter. Once I was on my feet once again, I started to realize what had just happened and, yet again, could feel the color rising to my face.
    It was really starting to annoy me how often I blushed around David.
    He pulled me up, his bare hand in my mittened one, so I was standing, my face next to his.
    Our faces were close, too close. I could feel his breath against my cheeks. I lifted my eyes from the patch of ice I stood on to his emerald green eyes. Slowly, his eyes traveled down my face, resting on my lips.
    Unconsciously, I parted my lips as my eyes started to go out of focus. I started to drift away from the real world and into a world where only David and his bright green eyes existed.
    But instead of feeling his lips brush against mine, I felt myself slipping. I lost my footing and was sliding on the ice patch. I tightened my grip on David’s arm to try to stabilize myself.
    Instead of doing the same, he wrapped me up in his arms, my whole body engulfed in his.
    I could feel his heart beating through our clothes, my arms pressed up against his chest. He pulled away slowly, his hand tightly gripping mine, and led me to a safe spot on the sidewalk.
    “Thanks,” I said, looking down, blushing brightly.
    “Will I see you tomorrow?” he said, his hand still holding mine.
    I nodded, smiling, unable to produce any words as I looked down at our hands intertwined.
    Innocence. That was the only word I could use to describe it. His gentle hand in mine to keep me safe. He cared enough to try to keep me out of harm’s way. He cared enough to put his hand in mine.
    To him, it probably meant nothing.
    But to me, it meant everything.
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  16. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Six~
    “Well, David, you’re in my seat.”
    “I’ve never seen you here before,” he said, ignoring my confrontation.
    I leaned against the doorframe. “Well obviously you haven’t been here much, seeing as I practically lived here in the summer.”
    “I just moved here this fall,” he pushed back his black hair. “I work here.”
    “You work here?” I asked, squinting my eyes. “Shouldn’t you being doing something…work-y? Instead of just sitting here?”
    His crooked smile returned. “I’m on break. But were you aware that your hair closely resembles a blonde monster?”
    My hands flew to my hair to pat down the unruly curls as my face flushed red. His laughter filled the empty room.
    “So, are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?” he tilted his head, setting his book in his lap. I stood there for another moment, watching him to decipher whether he really wanted me to come. His expression didn’t change, just stayed warm and friendly, so I decided to sit in the oversized plush chair next to him.
    “So you know my name, mind telling me yours?” His hand reached up to ruffle his hair, the very bottom of his navy blue long-sleeved shirt rising to reveal just a glimpse of tan skin.
    “Della,” I said, flashing him a quick smile.
    I found myself playing with the button on my sweater, which I knew was probably the wrong sign to give a boy I just met.
    His eyes travelled from my eyes to my chest. “I like your sweater.”
    “You do?” I asked.
    He smiled at me. “Yeah. The color looks nice on you.”
    I watched him earnestly, trying to figure this boy out. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said, staring at my eyes once again.
    I felt myself becoming uncomfortable with his stares, so I reached over to grab his book, which I realized too late, was in his lap next to his man-hood.
    He looked up at me and I quickly drew my hand away, color rising to my face.
    Instead of making things even more awkward by taking offense b my straightforwardness, he laughed it off.
    “You look cute when you blush,” he said in between laughs.
    Of course, this only made me blush more, which he continued to laugh at.
    “But, in response to your very ‘touchy’ question, I’m reading The Zombie Room by R.D. Ronald,” he held up a book with a worn cover of a door.
    “What’s it about?” I asked, cautious not to start any more awkwardness. “These three guys in prison and then they get out and start scamming people. This is my third time reading it.” He smiled at the book cover.
    I nodded, understanding what it was like to read a book over and over again. “That’s cool. I just got finished reading The Clearing by Heather Davis and absolutely bawled my eyes out at the ending. So sad!” I was surprised by how comfortable I was with him.
    He tilted his head back as he laughed. I could see a straight, white row of teeth. “You really get that into book?” he asked, incredulous.
    I put my hand to my heart. “Of course! They’re my friends! Wouldn’t you cry if your friend died?” I leaned back in my chair, a smile plastered to my face.
    He copied me and also leaned back. “Well, I guess you’re right there.”
    There was a moment of silence so I decided to change the subject. “So you’re pretty interested in books?”
    He slowly leaned forwarded and looked straight into my eyes, his face a serious as ever.
    “I’m interested in something else, too.”
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  17. thesweetestmoments thesweetestmoments
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Five~
    My hand flew to my face, as my brain started to register what had just happened.
    I stared up at him as he slowly lifted himself off of my bed and walked over to the window. He ran his hand through his hair, the same hand that had just came in contact with my face. I sat up in my bed, completely stunned as I watched him look outside at the snow.
    Suddenly he turned back towards me, his expression softened to a look of concern and compassion.
    “Aw, come here, Del,” he said as he sat down gently next to me on the bed. “Let’s have a look, huh?” He reached over to touch my quickly-forming bruise.
    I flinched at his touch.
    “What, babygirl?” he asked as he noticed my caution towards him. “Let me help you.”
    I let him run his fingers slowly down my cheek as I began to tremble. “You-you hurt me,” I stammered and looked down to the carpet.
    He pulled his hand away quickly and looked at me, his expression unreadable. “But, you made me do it.”
    I looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. “What?”
    “You hurt me first. You pulled my hair. My first instinct was to hurt you back.”
    I looked into his eyes, confusion spreading through my body. I did this to myself?
    “Look, I’m going to go.” Trey walked towards my door, his voice cool.
    “Wait, why?” I sat up, heart quickening.
    “It’s obvious you don’t want me here,” Trey tilted his head and sighed.
    I shook my head profusely. “No, no! I want you here,” I whispered the last part.
    He walked over to where I was on the bed and kissed me lightly on the forehead. “I need to go now, babe. I’ll be back later tonight,” he winked and left me to contemplate what had just happened.
    I got up and watched him step out my front door and start to jog down the sidewalk, hands shoved in his pockets. I walked over to where Trey had thrown my sweater and tugged off the stained t-shirt. I held it up and looked it over. It was slightly wrinkled from being thrown on my floor and I pulled it on. I stepped over to my mirror and examined my appearance. My butt looked nice and the sweater flattered my waist. I sighed deeply as I recalled Trey’s words about my outfit.
    Suddenly, anger rushed throughout my veins. Who did he think he was, telling me I looked like a sl*t? And then he just gets up and leaves?
    I pursed my lips and walked over to grab my pea coat and started to walk downtown. I wasn’t about to just sit around and twiddle my thumbs while Trey was doing who knows what.
    I weaved myself through the thick crowd of people bustling around me and opened the door to a little, brick bookstore that I spent most of my summer days in. A bell jingled above my head as I pushed open the door to the bookstore. The ceilings were high, instead of being two-stories, like most of the businesses on this stretch, there was only a small balcony where college students or old men often went to get some quiet from the subtle noise of a shop. There was quiet orchestra Christmas music playing and the place smelt of cinnamon candles. Right in front of the large bay window facing the street, there was one of the largest Christmas trees most people have ever seen indoors reaching all the way to the ceiling, decorated with gold and dark crimson bulbs.
    I waved a warm hello to Ms. Mary, the owner of the bookshop and continued over to my favorite spot of the entire store, a little sitting area tucked back in the Biography Room of the store. Shoppers rarely went back there and there were two oversized plush chairs that had come to know me very well after the years.
    I rounded the corner of the end of the dimly lit horror section to the entrance of the Biography Room and stopped dead in my tracks.
    “Who are you?” I asked the person slumped deep into the chair that I usually lounged in.
    The person lifted their head and looked to me with the greenest eyes I have ever seen.
    His mouth turned up to a crooked smile.
    “Well, I’m David.”
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Three~
    The bus screeched to a stop at some random street I’d never heard of before in the old part of town. Old Victorian homes lined the streets and businesses buildings, with beautiful architectural detail that had once probably been extravagant but were now run-down and dilapidated, reached toward the sky. There were tall, greenish-brown street lights were placed strategically to just barely light up the sidewalk. The shops were large and beautiful.
    Stylish older woman came in and out of the shops with their expensive Coach purses buying expensive little knick-knacks with their rich husbands’ credit cards to clutter their large homes with.
    Hand-in-hand, we strolled down the semi-busy street gazing into the windows and watching the people move around us.
    We walked around a corner and my breath caught as I looked up at the grand, gigantic, old-fashioned movie theater. There was a ticket booth and everything. He unlatched our hands and walked to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets. He walked back to where I was standing, marveling at the beauty of the building and said, “I’m going to go use the bathroom, it’s right out back. Wait here, okay?”
    I nodded and looked at the tickets. They were for some old movie I’d never heard of before. I smiled to myself as I thought of how lucky I was to be on a date with such an original boy at such a beautiful old movie theater.
    “Hey Del!” a voice called to me.
    I whipped my head around and saw Ethan from my Chemistry class standing in the ticket booth, waving in my direction.
    “Hey!” I said, running over to him. “You work here?”
    “Oh yeah, have for five months now. Not the best job, but hey, pays for the gas. Chrissie always wants to go to the big city. A guy needs to pay for that some way.” We both laughed as we thought of his girlfriend and her big city dreams. She wanted to be a huge Broadway star.
    We continued to small-talk until I got a tap on the shoulder. I jumped and turned around to face Trey, his expression on his face unreadable.
    “Who’s this?” he asked.
    “Oh, this is Ethan! He sits right behind me in Chemistry. Hah, he always helps me when I am completely lost. He’s a total whiz at that stuff,” I smiled at Ethan.
    Ethan’s cheeks got red as he laughed, “I’m not that great. Just doing my best!”
    I joined in laughing.
    “Well your best is pretty great!” And I smiled at him in a friendly way. “Well we’d better go inside. Or we’ll miss our movie,” Trey said, grabbing my wrist roughly and dragging me inside.
    “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Ethan,” I said as we found seats in the theater.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized sarcastically. “Did you want to go say goodbye to him or would you rather be here with me, ON OUR DATE?”
    I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
    He turned from me and sat down in one of the plush, maroon theater seats. “I ask you out on a nice date and how do you repay me? By talking to every guy you see. Could you try not being such a wh*re?”
    My eyes widened as I took in what he said. “Wait, what?”
    He stared at the screen. “Would you sit down, the movie’s starting.”
    I sat down, completely shocked.
    He looked at me, noticing my silence, and wrapped his arms around me. “Come here,” he mumbled as he squeezed me. “I just don’t want to share you, babe.”
    My heart melted when I heard that. Every girl loves being called ‘babe’.
    He pulled me into a kiss and pulled away, inches from my face and moved a stray piece of hair away from my eyes. “I never want to share you.”
    Funny how one line made me forget everything.
    I can't wait for this story to be over. Which is sad, snce I just started it.
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    Deadly Games
    ~Chapter Two~
    Needless to say, I broke up with my boyfriend shortly after. It was a shame, really. He was such a nice guy, a complete gentlemen. He opened the door for me, called me every night but only after I had finished my homework and only until I needed to go to bed. He waited a month to kiss me.
    He was…sweet. But that was it.
    In the two hours I was with Cinnamon, we had insisted on not telling each other our real names, there was more excitement than the three months I was with my ex-boyfriend.
    There was something different about him.
    He was spontaneous.
    And I was interested. I soon found out, so was he.
    “CINNAMON!” I squealed as I ran out of my house and jumped into his arms. I nestled my face into his neck. He smelt like warmth.
    “Hey Peppermint,” he mumbled, his face buried in my abundance of hair. He pulled away and took my hand in his, dragging me down the street with him.
    I smiled at his hand in mine and asked, “What’s your name anyways?”
    He looked back at me and laughed. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
    I shrugged, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “I can’t keep calling you Cinnamon forever!”
    He smiled at me. “Trey.”
    “Trey,” I breathed, blown away by how beautiful it sounded when he said it.
    “And you’re Della. The very beautiful girl in my friend’s Geometry class,” he pulled my hand again, pulling me out of my trance.
    “Where are we going?” I asked him, my teeth chattering in the cold, snowy night.
    “You’ll see,” he said as he looked back at me and smiled.
    He led me onto the public bus and we sat next to each other, his arm around me, trying to warm me up. I felt so proud, to be in his arms for everyone to see. I was finally the girl with the perfect boy. Everything was finally right.
    I looked over to the opposite side of the bus and watched the other people around me. A business man with slicked black hair was busy tapping his iPhone ferociously, glaring angrily at it, most likely arguing with a client.
    An elderly man was lazily reading about the economic crisis happening in some third world country and he tapped his foot to the music coming from the radio station playing in the bus.
    There was a young girl with bright blue eyes staring out of the bus window, mystified by the part of the city she had probably never seen before. Her mouth was slightly open as she turned to her mother to show her one of her discoveries. But her mother was busy with her baby brother, who was fussing because of the volume of the bus. The little girl gently tapped on her mother’s sleeve to get her attention but with one swift motion, the mother swatted the little girl’s arm away. The motion shook her whole body so much that she fell to the dirty floor, but she didn’t protest. She just picked herself up and looked back to the window and the world outside. Absentmindedly, she lifted one hand and laid it on the spot on her arm that was turning bluer as the minutes passed from her mother. With her small thumb, she gently rubbed the spot, acting as her own comfort source.
    Her small, blue, tired eyes looked over at me in curiosity. I looked back, my heart breaking as I saw a large bruise above her left eye. Her eyes left mine and traveled to my hand interlocked with the perfect boy. She cocked her head and continued to stare with sad eyes.
    I wanted to say something but as soon as I moved, her eyes snapped back to the window.
    I felt as though my chest had collapsed but as I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, I had to smile.
    Sometimes, you really don’t realize just how good you have it. player.
    Probably my favorite chapter so far.
    It's literally ten degrees in my room.
    So I'm just sitting in here with my hat, scarf, Northface, leggings, fuzzy socks and gloves. Ya know, normal Minnesota behavior.
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