Post by behindTHEmask on Jan 2, 2005 14:20:17 GMT -8
The Runaway
Part Five
You are my forever.
Part Five
You are my forever.
We weren’t walking home. I could tell from the street signs, the city lights, this wasn’t Kansas. I sighed in relief as my feet hit the puddles on these foreign sidewalks. I wanted to question him; ask where he was taking me, but I couldn’t get it out. I was crying again, whimpering at what he was doing.
He was saving me from drowning under water.
Yards lined up against the gray pavement. Some were designed for a desert look; rocks, cacti. Others were filled with grass and lush trees. The rain was feeding their spirits. The rain kept them alive.
We turned onto a driveway, and I scanned over the houses familiarity. The one story was where I spent many hours of my time, many days, many weeks. It was almost my second home, if they were my family, if they were my owners, if I was their birth.
I was comforted by the gust of warm air that blew into me as the door open. I once again felt safe inside stucco walls. There were people spread through out the home: his mother, his father, his brother, his dog. All of them were around doing their own thing. Everyone was relaxed. Everyone was home.
His mother stared at me with a smile, as though tension was released. A sigh escaped her lips as her hands fell back into the soapy water, cleaning the dishes her family had destroyed.
We walked further into his house. I sat on the floor, not wanting to destroy his bed with my wet body. He walked away, disappearing around the bend. I was cold now, but not physically. Emotions were isolating themselves, freezing like the tears on your cheeks when snow falls. My entire body shook like an earthquake had just cast itself through his bedroom.
A towel fell over my head, blinding my vision. His body fell beside me as he placed a dry sweatshirt in my lap. I pulled at the towel, renewing my sight and smiled. I shook the towel into my hair, attempting to dry it. That attempt failed, but my emotions seemed to thaw themselves.
I tore off the layers of my clothing like opening a banana. Each layer clumped together as it fell to his bathroom floor. The dark colors looked like muck as they laid there on the tile. I looked into the mirror a moment, etching out the lines of my face in my head.
There are no wrinkles to show knowledge learned from youth, but the dampened fears show I’m waiting.
His sweatshirt hung big on me, but it felt like a cloud was wrapped around my body. I shrank beside him on the floor, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm inched around my waist, and his chin rested atop my head. He kissed it, like your mother does before you go to sleep or your father when you tell him he’s the best daddy in the world. I melted. Right there in his arms, the world froze. Everything around us disappeared. Nothing mattered, and I was ready to return.
He gave me something better then the locket around my neck, his love.
