kiss
my
tears
away
Chapter
four
"You have exactly 2 seconds to get off of
my daughter."
My father said from across the room.
Kyle went rigid and got off me. He stepped sideways and put his
hands slightly up.
"Now get the f*ck out of here. And never come
back."
Kyle grabbed his shirt, winked at me, and saluted my dad.
He walked out of my room fast, shrugging his shirt on
smoothly.
We heard the front door slam and his car start.
I breathed again. My dad had walked away and my mother came
rushing in.
She handed me my sweater, tears were streaming down her face.
"Here, sweetie." I pulled my shirt on and sat up
shakily.
My dad came in and sat on the end of the bed.
"How long?" His voice was grave.
I barely could whisper the words, "One year."
He turned his head to the side and I saw a couple tears escape
his eyes.
"I'm sorry dad." My voice was thick with my own
tears.
He reached over to pat my knee gently, my mother was hugging
me.
"Don't ever be sorry, this was not your fault."
But after my parents left me safe and sound in bed, I could only
keep thinking,
It had to have been my fault.
It had to have been me that made Kyle so angry.
I deserved the hatred I got from him.
It was all my fault.
.
.
Another short story by
swimmyshark
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