6.) Unforgivable

As soon as we were seen together, the cruelty started again. It's like me and Mitchie were an object, toy like, to be played with and abused. We banded together through love, against people, violence, anger, hate, & homophobia. We walked to English class holding hands and having rocks, paper, and trash thrown at us. It was hard for me to resist protecting Mitchie, and I felt like she was changing in my arms. She seemed to be turning into a corpse, dull and lifeless at school and home. Even her kiss, once so warm and inviting, was now just a symbol of how stone like she had turned. I was worried about her, and it made me dread what I might have to do to snap Mitchie out of the daze.

 

Mitchie's parents seemed to become unapproving of our friendship (which I assumed was all they knew about) and would no longer let Mitchie and I spend time together if they could help it. Mitchie told me why after a week of zombie-like dazing.....I was just happy to hear her voice.

"My parents know." She half whispered, half whimpered the reply to my question.

"What Mitchie? Talk louder." I urged. I really hoped she would say more. Her voice was like music, too long silenced.

"They know about us. They know what I am, and they know about us." She started to cry.

"Don't cry baby, its okay. They will learn to accept us." I cooed at her like she was a fragile piece of my heart.

"They.....They...........They threatened me Cara. They gave me an ultimatum!" She sobbed, and simultaneously ripped my heart to bits and pieces.

"What did they say hunn?" I urged.

"They told me to either leave you, or to get out of their house. They said they wouldn't have an abomination of god living in their house. Cara, I.....I don't know what to do. I love you, and never want to even leave you’re side, but I need a place to live. I did choose option two, but now I need a place to stay, and I just need to rest Cara.....I'm sorry." She heaved, and said this long speech in between little hiccups.

I was elated she chose me, but now I wanted to know why she was so zombie-like.

"Mitch, please answer this for me. Why have you been acting like a zombie? Everything isn't okay at your house is it." I said the last question like it was a statement. She looked at me, through streaked eyes.

"Everything is perfectly fine, other than the kicking out part." She laughed halfheartedly.

"The reason I'm so 'zombie-like' is because I'm always either fighting with my parents, or packing. I'm just really tired, and I need a break from life." She did look exhausted now that I thought of it. Her eyes had dark bruised patches under them, and she looked sullen. Her face was still gorgeous, but it wasn’t luminous like it used to be. She looked overworked and homely. I thought of the most brilliant idea to ever hatch from the recesses of my mind, and I thanked my brain for its clever solution. That afternoon, Mitchie walled home and I rode the bus to get a head start on her. When the bus stopped I ran to the front and waited on the door to open. As soon as the door was open enough for my thin frame to slither through, I seized the opportunity.

 

I ran into the house at full speed after thanking the lord that the door was unlocked. I started shouting for my Amma.

"Amma! Amma! Please come here! I need to ask you something!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Whoa. What is it Cara-beara?" She looked worried, and I really think she was because she used her pet name for me.

"Amma, Mitchie is getting kicked out of her house, and she really needs somewhere to stay." I panted, I was still trying to catch my breath from running.

"Oh, sweetie. I have to think about it.....Mitchie is a sweet girl, she always cleans up her mess when she is here, she is you’re closest friend, she actually calls me Amma instead of Ms.Carconi, and I love her to death. I think that’s enough grounds for a yes, don't you?" She smiled as she saw my anticipation to go tell Mitchie. "Go on. Be back before seven. I'm making pot roast. Ask Mitchie when she is moving in, okay? "  She seemed pleased that Mitchie was going to be staying with us.

 

I ran as fast as I could out the back door, hopped the fence, and ran up to Mitchie's window to her room. My hand was about to touch the glass for a knock, and then I looked up. I will never forgive Mitchie's father.

 

Never.

 

Reviews

[Satchmo's Gal]

Can't. review. Must.read.next.chap!

[Kasey]

OOOOOOOO!!!! omgs plz tell me sumthing bad didn't happen!? im so scared!!! poor Mitchie! EEEEKK! Im hanging on the edge of my seat! I NEED ANOTHER CHAPTER!!! lmao.


This is marvelous and i can't wait till the next chapter! keep it up! i love this story! it's so goin in my favs.


oh but one thing.... there are a few spelling mistakes but thats all that wrong with it. everything else is FLAWLESS!!!