![]() Heart RacerA Story by Clarisse![]() true love can make you do crazy things![]() My heart dropped as the crunch of gravel under
a car’s wheels sounded. He’s here. I started to panic and tremble; I cleared
my head of all the words we exchanged. I flew from the couch, sending my cat
bolting into my room and under the bed. I scrambled up the stairs, my feet
franticly searching for the next step. The car door slammed shut, and I swear I
heard his voice call out my name. I reached the top of the stairs, and I ran
down the trashed hallway. Hopping over bundles of clothes, veering around boxes,
and stumbling over his beer bottles. I
could still hear his rich British accent, and the carelessness of his actions. I
rarely ventured upstairs, so I never cleaned up the clutter caused by him. The first
floor was spotless because I saw his mess every day, and I got tired of it. I scurried
through the guest bedroom and into the bathroom. That’s when the front door
opened, my heart skipped a beat. I shut the door behind me, ever so softly. I felt
the tears in my eyes, I blinked, sending one running down my cheek. I huddled up
on the floor, my back to the door. “Clarisse, I really want to talk to you.
See your beautiful face again…” His voice trailed off. It was as if an angel
was calling to me. For a second, I felt stupid hiding from him. But then his
words came rushing back, memories filled my head. Only one called out to me. We
were in my room. He crawled on my bed, took my phone, and laid it on the nightstand.
I was laying down, so, he got on top of me. He pinned me to the bed and told me
to try to get him off of me. I tried, but I couldn’t. then he said that I couldn’t
stop him from doing something to me. This
horrid memory, buzzing through my head, should have been the last memory I had
of him, but it wasn’t. I was scared, terrified, paralyzed, when I heard the deafening
creek of the stars under his feet, and the stomping of his feet walking through
the hall. I looked at the window, it was opened the view over my backyard. I’ve
got to escape from here! I stood up, walking away from the door, and touched
the frame of the windowsill. That’s when the bathroom door opened. I
ran from the window, which was only a couple of feet, and into his open arms. I
buried my face into his shirt and cried. I cried because I hated him, because I
loved him, because I couldn’t let him go yet, but mostly because I wasn’t going
to be like all of his Ex’s and leave him. He told me that he was here, and he
loved me so much, that he missed me, and most of all he was sorry for the
stupid s**t he had done to me. © 2024 ClarisseReviews
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