But he didn't hear another letter. All of his attention was
focused on the four long scars running along Alissa's arm.
She stared at him, confused for a moment as to why his face was
suddenly tight and pained. Then she traced his eyes to her arm
and hastily pulled the sleeve over her scars. Ryan caught her
wrist before she succeeded, but the sleeve now covered up the
scars.
"What happened?" Ryan said, his voice deep and low. He
sounded as if he was holding himself together, trying his hardest
not letting any emotion spill.
Ally laughed, and it sounded more like she was choking.
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.
Ryan's eyes darted to her face before pulling the sleeve of
her hoodie up. "I'm serious." he said.
"Ryan, calm down. It's just... my neighbors dog,"
Alissa said quickly. She internally beat herself up for how
stupid she had been. She basically shoved her scars in his face.
It was not something she wanted to talk about now. Maybe
not ever. She prayed that he would buy her story.
But of course, Ryan's mind was already racing through a
million horrible thoughts. "Alissa. What really
happened?" Ryan said, trying to keep his voice under
control. There was no possible way that those scars were from a
dog, particularly a pet. They were still half hidden, meaning
that they ran up the length of her upper arm as well. And they
were thick long scars. It was painful just to look.
"I - It - Thats - I'm not lying," Alissa stammered.
She wished Ryan would let go of her arm. He wasn't hurting
her; though it was strong, his grip was gently. But she felt
naked, like she was standing in front of him with nothing on. No
one had ever seen those scars. Not counting her mom of
course.
"Ally, please," Ryan whispered, although he didn't
have to. The bus was nearly empty of people. However, Alissa
didn't want to tell him the truth. Not after they had just
met, and she really liked him. The fact that she could even bear
being within five feet of him was a shock itself. Her entire
life, she had never been comfortable around any boy. She felt
like hiding under her chair whenever she was near them. As if any
second they were going to grab her and hurt her, and have their
way with her right there. She didn't want Ryan to think she
was some wierd, helpless girl. She wanted him to really care and
say that he would do anything to protect her, but Alissa knew
that that was asking for too much.
"It's nothing," she said fiercely, and
while Ryan's grip softened and his eyes widened with some
unreadable but hurt emotion, Alissa pulled her arm away and
swiftly pulled her sleeve over her scars. Her heart was thudding
so loudly in her ears, that she honestly wondered if Ryan could
hear it. She closed her eyes, and slowly let out a long breath
that she didn't realize she had been holding. She leaned her
head against the cold window of the bus, trying to make the
relentless pounding in her head stop.
She almost screamed when Ryan's lips where milimeters away
from her ear.
"Well, whenever you want to tell me, I'll be there. I
promise," he whispered. Ryan's heart was beating hard
against his ribs, and he swallowed his anger. Whoever
hurt Alissa like that was going to die. He would do anything to
have her smile, and have her trust him. But he knew he
couldn't really expect so much so suddenly. After all, they
had just met a half hour ago, and they already had two serious
discussions. Not that he minded, these things were what made Ally
real. They were what made her different, and what made him sure
that she was special. She was not going to walk out of his life
as quickly as she came. He wasn't going to let her.
Alissa simply nodded, not trusting coherent words to come out.
Let's say I did tell him, she thought,
would he be mad? Disgusted? Angry? Upset? Or would he simply
just not care? Ally almost flinched at the thought of him
being disgusted by her. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she
realized how important he was to her already. She would tell him,
she decided that much. No matter what the consequences, she
would tell him. And soon.
Ryan blinked and he was back in his first period, Mrs. Davids
hadn't noticed. He wished he had done something,
anything, to comfort Ally. She looked so broken, sitting
there against the window. He knew it was partly because of him,
but he didn't know how to make her smile again. He had never
had such a strong impulse to protect someone, nor such a strong
need for them to smile.
He didn't know what to do.
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gopatandal · 1 decade ago
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i luv this storyyyyy!!! keep writting, and check out mine?