Kiss of an Enemy

Wrote it on Y!A

Emma's Diary
8/16/2007


Have you ever wondered what it's like to kiss your enemy? To kiss the person you have loathed all your life? I did.
I have always thought it would taste sour, or feel putrid. I've always imagined it tasting like rotten eggs with fungus...

But it doesn't. It doesn't at all.
It tastes sweet. So sweet, it's addictive.
Like a child’s first taste of chocolate. Like an alcoholic’s first drink after months of living off pale water.

And what I felt? Words can't describe it.
I felt thrilled. Rejuvenated. Weak. Powerful.

Why? I don't know.

Casey Moore and I have hated each other since third grade.
It all started when I stole his snack during snack time in Mrs. Thompsons classroom.

 

I was in third grade. So young, and hungry. THIRD GRADE.

Then he hit me.
Yes, he HIT me.

Of course, I was horrified, scared and furious. Imagine little Emma, pudgy fists clenched at her sides and face dancing with a glow of bright red.

Then, out came the words from my mouth I regretted from then on.
"At least my DADDY loves ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Casey's face turned from red, to purple to white.
I knew why. Casey's father left him when he was born. But it wasn’t that he just left- it was the fact that because of Casey he left.  Casey has always been sensitive about it.

That's when hell began.
Screaming, yelling, tripping, pushing, spitting all became part of my life for the next eleven years.

 

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Now I'm seventeen. And I can't believe it's over.

 

It all began (or ended) like this:

I'm walking down William H. Harrison High hallway toward Ms. Anderson classroom.

I'm walking and I'm wondering how I was going to explain to Ms. Anderson my homework is lying in a pile of mud on 22nd street.

I shudder. Casey was going to laugh at me. He was going to laugh, because even though Ms. Anderson thinks I'm lying,
HE will know the truth because he was there.

Yes, he was there. He PUSHED me into the mud.

I sigh and turn the corner. My stomach churns. A few more feet.

"Emma," A familiar voice says from behind me. I freeze and my heart jumps up my throat. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

I spin around and stare. Yes, it was Casey. And here I was, all alone with him in the hallway. Oh God.

He steps closer, separating us by only a few feet. My mind is saying Get out of there! Run!. But my legs feel numb.  

And now I’m thinking about screaming but my throat feels dry.

 

Casey smiles and reaches up. I prepare myself for the worst and hope to God I don’t end up in the nurses office again.

 

He touches my arm. I cringe and my heart races. He grins at my reaction--or reflex.

 

But his hand just lingers, tracing over my bare skin with his thumb while firmly holding my arm with the other four fingers.

His eyes sweep over my body, stopping again at my face.
My cheeks dance with red.

I was wearing a clingy gray dress, which clung in all the right places.
It went great with my silky brown hair, baby blue eyes and black pointed flats.

He suddenly takes my arm and pulls me towards him. We were so close I could feel the steady beat of his heart and could hear his shallow breathing.

 

He whispers something softly but I don’t hear because I’m focusing on the way his hand is around my waist. I hear murmurs like “…sorry…you…,”

And then he touches my face and kisses me. Hard at first, then gentle.
I gasped but didn't let go. My arms encircled his neck, holding tighter.

Reviews

[Vampiric Kitty]

This is an interesting and unique piece. But I love it! I think that at some point in everyone's lives, they connect with the one they have always hated. If even in a minor way. Great work.