I quickly looked down, avoiding the anger in his face. I wasn’t sure where to look, so I shut my eyes. I heard John’s breathing pick up speed. I heard him shift positions, and then I heard nothing at all. I opened my eyes to see him walking down the hall, his back to me.
I felt James’ arms around my waist, his lips at my neck. I put my hands on his, and closed my eyes again. I felt slightly at ease, but the image of John walking away wouldn’t fade from my memory. I untangled myself from James, picked up my bag, and made my way toward the door.
James walked beside me, holding my hand. The bus ride was silent, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. The image never once faded, instead it burned brighter.
What have you done to him? The only boy who helped you through your heartache; you felt the need to break his heart too!? I’ve never seen anyone be so cruel and heartless before in my life..
I knew I had hurt John, hurt him bad.
A session with my therapist was needed; needed soon. I dialed her number.
“Liz?”