1.Fury

Wistfully, he escaped through the night. He left me there unable to speak.

 

***

            As the cold winter night swept into my window, my curtains moved outward. I could hear the soft sound of leaves crunching under his feet. There was so much I had to do within those short minutes before he would appear in front of me, at last. I ran toward my bathroom, brushed my teeth, and quickly fixed my hair. Then I hurried to my bedroom, put on my best perfume and I was ready.

 

            As I ran swiftly through my hall I paused, shocked. The phone had just started to ring; I couldn’t believe a phone scared me. I answered it, and to my surprise, it was him, the most perfect guy in my eyes. His name was Ethan. He had black hair that came down to the bottom of his jaw line. He was three years older than me we were inseparable.

 

            “I’m coming calm down. I’m unlocking the door now. Gosh, you’re so impatient.” I continued to my door in a rush as the words just fell from my mouth.

 

            My hand was finding its way to the tiny lock on the doorknob. I pulled open the door, and there he stood. His dark chocolate brown eyes were fierce in the ridged cold. He was a little shorter than six foot, leaving me at a little taller than five feet.

 

            “Abbie, I love you.” Ethan said a little louder than a whisper. It was the first time he ever said those three contagious words.

 

            “I love you too, you’ll never know how much.” I just stood there in that moment. He was holding me, and I could feel his cold hands through my t-shirt.

 

            I pushed away from Ethan and led him to my living room, still holding his hand. He sat down on the couch while I searched for a movie. When I found one I slipped it in the DVD player, pushed a few buttons and then sat next to Ethan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. I think he caught me staring at him. Slowly, he started to turn his head toward me. His icy hand outlined the side of my face. He stopped smoothly at my chin, lifted up my face and ever so gently, kissed me.

 

            There were so many feelings running through me. My heart fluttered and my face felt hot. I thought I was going to get sick, but I gathered my thoughts and that sick feeling quickly went away.

 

            I was in a world of my own. I knew I was in love.

 

            He seemed to say goodbye too quick. It was the worst, but it was the best. I didn’t want him to leave. Ethan kissed me once more, soft and quick. He left, and the small of my back was still cold from his freezing hands.

 

            I fixed the pillows in my couch, and walked slowly to my room. I put on my favorite pajama pants before I washed m hair. I rushed so I could call Ethan to make sure he got home okay.

 

            I put my wet hair up in a towel, left it for a few minutes so it could dry, then I let it down. I brushed it before I put it up. Something I did every night. I grabbed my phone dialing the number I knew by heart.

 

            “Hi.” He answered on the third ring; his voice was quiet and rough.

 

            “Hey are you home yet?” I couldn’t help but smile.

 

            “Yeah, I just walked in. I wish I weren’t here, and I was still with you.”

 

            I blushed. I was realizing how happy he made me. “That’s adorable; I wish you didn’t have to leave.” I never thought I could be as happy as I was right now.

 

            “Well, I’ll see you soon I promise.” I could hear how tired he was.

 

            “I know I just wanted to call you. I’m really tired but I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without calling you first.” I always liked being the last person he talked to before he went to sleep.

 

            I love you.” He said in a voice so sweet.

 

            “Goodnight, I love you too.” I hung up the phone, remembering his voice making it last as long as I could.

 

***

            There was this annoying noise that swept into my dream. I tried to block it out, but it was getting louder. In my dream a scream spilled out of my mouth. The noise was so annoying that I couldn’t take it anymore and woke up frustrated.

 

            It was none other than my own alarm clock. I was still half asleep when I hit the snooze button with my hand.

 

***

            Five minutes later I could hear my alarm clock waking me up for yet another day of school. I roller over and turned it off. Then I checked my phone, and saw one new text message. It was from Emma. We were very close, and have known each other for years. It wouldn’t be the same if there weren’t a waiting text for me from her. Then I read:

 

            Hey are we still meeting before school?

 

            The bright light from my phone stung my eyes. I rubbed them, and then responded:

            Hey, of course we are! I will be there before he bell rings.

 

            I placed my phone on my night table. Slowly, I walked over to my mirror, “Here we go again.”

 

            Quickly I got a bath, and then went to my room to get ready for yet another long day of school.

 

***

            When I finally got dress, I spun to my IPod and turned it up. I let down my long dark hair and straightened it. With about fifteen minutes left, I went to my other mirror and completed my make up.

 

            Once I looked half decent, I walked into my living room, grabbed my books, said goodbye to my mom, and I was out the door.

 

***

            Later that day I was stopped by my guidance councilor in the hall.

 

            “Miss Williams, I need to talk to you. Please, follow me” Ms. Emily said. We always caller her Ms. Emily, she didn’t want anyone to use her last name. No one seemed to know it.

 

            I followed her to her office, the only time I was ever there was after my grandmother died. What could she want?

 

            “So Abigail, I haven’t talked to you in a few months, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen you and that boy around. What’s his name, Carter or something?” Ms. Emily asked. Why were teachers so annoying? They seemed like they wanted to know everything about you, stuff that wasn’t their business.

 

            “No, Ms. Emily, his name is Ethan.” I was annoyed.

 

            Ms. Emily shook her head in disappointment. I guess she didn’t approve of him. “Abigail, I don’t think you should be dating him. He’s too much of a trouble maker.” She was very frustrated.

            Wistfully, he escaped through the night. He left me there unable to speak.

 

***

            As the cold winter night swept into my window, my curtains moved outward. I could hear the soft sound of leaves crunching under his feet. There was so much I had to do within those short minutes before he would appear in front of me, at last. I ran toward my bathroom, brushed my teeth, and quickly fixed my hair. Then I hurried to my bedroom, put on my best perfume and I was ready.

 

            As I ran swiftly through my hall I paused, shocked. The phone had just started to ring; I couldn’t believe a phone scared me. I answered it, and to my surprise, it was him, the most perfect guy in my eyes. His name was Ethan. He had black hair that came down to the bottom of his jaw line. He was three years older than me we were inseparable.

 

            “I’m coming calm down. I’m unlocking the door now. Gosh, you’re so impatient.” I continued to my door in a rush as the words just fell from my mouth.

 

            My hand was finding its way to the tiny lock on the doorknob. I pulled open the door, and there he stood. His dark chocolate brown eyes were fierce in the ridged cold. He was a little shorter than six foot, leaving me at a little taller than five feet.

 

            “Abbie, I love you.” Ethan said a little louder than a whisper. It was the first time he ever said those three contagious words.

 

            “I love you too, you’ll never know how much.” I just stood there in that moment. He was holding me, and I could feel his cold hands through my t-shirt.

 

            I pushed away from Ethan and led him to my living room, still holding his hand. He sat down on the couch while I searched for a movie. When I found one I slipped it in the DVD player, pushed a few buttons and then sat next to Ethan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. I think he caught me staring at him. Slowly, he started to turn his head toward me. His icy hand outlined the side of my face. He stopped smoothly at my chin, lifted up my face and ever so gently, kissed me.

 

            There were so many feelings running through me. My heart fluttered and my face felt hot. I thought I was going to get sick, but I gathered my thoughts and that sick feeling quickly went away.

 

            I was in a world of my own. I knew I was in love.

 

            He seemed to say goodbye too quick. It was the worst, but it was the best. I didn’t want him to leave. Ethan kissed me once more, soft and quick. He left, and the small of my back was still cold from his freezing hands.

 

            I fixed the pillows in my couch, and walked slowly to my room. I put on my favorite pajama pants before I washed m hair. I rushed so I could call Ethan to make sure he got home okay.

 

            I put my wet hair up in a towel, left it for a few minutes so it could dry, then I let it down. I brushed it before I put it up. Something I did every night. I grabbed my phone dialing the number I knew by heart.

 

            “Hi.” He answered on the third ring; his voice was quiet and rough.

 

            “Hey are you home yet?” I couldn’t help but smile.

 

            “Yeah, I just walked in. I wish I weren’t here, and I was still with you.”

 

            I blushed. I was realizing how happy he made me. “That’s adorable; I wish you didn’t have to leave.” I never thought I could be as happy as I was right now.

 

            “Well, I’ll see you soon I promise.” I could hear how tired he was.

 

            “I know I just wanted to call you. I’m really tired but I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without calling you first.” I always liked being the last person he talked to before he went to sleep.

 

            I love you.” He said in a voice so sweet.

 

            “Goodnight, I love you too.” I hung up the phone, remembering his voice making it last as long as I could.

 

***

            There was this annoying noise that swept into my dream. I tried to block it out, but it was getting louder. In my dream a scream spilled out of my mouth. The noise was so annoying that I couldn’t take it anymore and woke up frustrated.

 

            It was none other than my own alarm clock. I was still half asleep when I hit the snooze button with my hand.

 

***

            Five minutes later I could hear my alarm clock waking me up for yet another day of school. I roller over and turned it off. Then I checked my phone, and saw one new text message. It was from Emma. We were very close, and have known each other for years. It wouldn’t be the same if there weren’t a waiting text for me from her. Then I read:

 

            Hey are we still meeting before school?

 

            The bright light from my phone stung my eyes. I rubbed them, and then responded:

            Hey, of course we are! I will be there before he bell rings.

 

            I placed my phone on my night table. Slowly, I walked over to my mirror, “Here we go again.”

 

            Quickly I got a bath, and then went to my room to get ready for yet another long day of school.

 

***

            When I finally got dress, I spun to my IPod and turned it up. I let down my long dark hair and straightened it. With about fifteen minutes left, I went to my other mirror and completed my make up.

 

            Once I looked half decent, I walked into my living room, grabbed my books, said goodbye to my mom, and I was out the door.

 

***

            Later that day I was stopped by my guidance councilor in the hall.

 

            “Miss Williams, I need to talk to you. Please, follow me” Ms. Emily said. We always caller her Ms. Emily, she didn’t want anyone to use her last name. No one seemed to know it.

 

            I followed her to her office, the only time I was ever there was after my grandmother died. What could she want?

 

            “So Abigail, I haven’t talked to you in a few months, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen you and that boy around. What’s his name, Carter or something?” Ms. Emily asked. Why were teachers so annoying? They seemed like they wanted to know everything about you, stuff that wasn’t their business.

 

            “No, Ms. Emily, his name is Ethan.” I was annoyed.

 

            Ms. Emily shook her head in disappointment. I guess she didn’t approve of him. “Abigail, I don’t think you should be dating him. He’s too much of a trouble maker.” She was very frustrated.

 

            I was the one who had the right to be mad. “ Excuse me? I’m not letting people say that s**t to me anymore, especially you. I hate to break it to you but it’s my life, not yours so back up. I make my choices; you don’t make them for me. I don’t need your input or your advice. I can fix my own problems, and Ethan isn’t one of them. I’m not sure who the hell you think you are, but you’re not my mother.” I got up in a fury, grabbed my things, opened the door, and slammed it on my out.

 

***

            I checked the clock in the hall, it was 12:30, and so Ethan was in history. I found my way to his class, set my things down next to the door, softly knocked, and opened the door. Silently, I walked up to Mrs. Oliver’s desk as I said, “Hello, Ms. Emily need to see Ethan ______, she sent me down to get him.”

 

            “Ethan, Ms. Emily needs to see you.” Mrs. Oliver said. Then she silently turned her head back to me, “Thank you, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

 

            I nodded and turned away toward the door. I waited for Ethan outside the classroom. Once he cought up, I could tell he knew Ms. Emily didn’t want to talk to him, she hardly knew his name. I smiled sweetly at him; he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I picked up my purse, and Ethan picked up my books.

 

            “Abbie, what’s wrong?” His voice was genuine.

 

            “ I just came back from Ms. Emily’s office. She insisted that she needed to talk to me.” The tears were building up in my eyes.

 

            “Alright, what was it about?” He rubbed my back as we stopped at my locker.

 

            “She talked to me about you. Saying that you’re no good for me and that you’re too much of a troublemaker. She told me that I shouldn’t be dating you, but that’s none of her damn business, so I went off on her.”

 

            Ethan intertwined his fingers with mine. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He kissed the top of my head before I walked out of the door.

 

            I just wanted to leave that horrid building I wanted to leave town. With Ethan next to me, it was the best time to get away.