Milena Ha..ha I'm glad you're looking forward to it. And thanks. Aha, I hope he does eventually... It'd be cool having a guy read it. Aha..ha thanks so much.
And I added you on Facebook and if you accept then I'd be glad to vote for your dog. Thanks.
Anna aw thanks.
I'm just gonna warn you all... this chapter is sorta sad.
AND just so you know... you should all read Isn't it Enchanting? By Catalina Andrews because it is AMAZING.
We finally finished, and presented our Earth Science project, and had our play lines memorized, we were dating now, and we were hanging out at my house when Joey suddenly appeared.
"I have to tell you something." He said, looking upset. "I lied to you."
"What?" I sat up quickly. "What do you mean?"
"I told you my dad killed, but he didn't. I wanted to blame him for my death, because I kinda blame him. But when I went to find him, I realized that he loves me. He has my school pictures up on his wall, and even though he has a family now, I realized he misses me."
"Well, if he didn't kill you then who did?"
"No one. I died in a house fire. The roof collapsed on me. My dad tried to get me out, but he couldn't, and I wanted to blame him." He sighed. "My name's not Joey. I talked to this ghost a while ago, who looked like me, and I lied and told you guys I was him. My names Sam. I'm really, really sorry that I lied. I just, I thought you guys wouldn't want to talk to me unless I lied, but I didn't really think my lie through, because eventually you guys would have found out anyway."
"We'd still talk to you. Even if you didn't need our help. I talk to Eva, and she doesn't need my help." I reminded him. He nodded, his face flushed.
"I know. I'm gonna go. Bye." He disappeared then and I looked over at Elijah.
"Well that was strange."
He nodded. "Yeah... well, at least we don't have to worry about that anymore." He grinned and stood up. "Wanna go for walk?" He held out his hand for me to grab so he could pull me up off the couch.
I smiled, took his hand, and we walked out of the house. We walked hand in hand, our finger intertwined, occasionally bumping into each other, sometimes on purpose. "I need to tell you something." Elijah said suddenly, walking over to a bench and sitting down.
I sat beside him, still holding hands. "What?" I was nervous, my stomach flip-flopping as I waited for him to explain.
"I might be moving. After the school year... or maybe sooner." He spoke quietly, his voice wavering slightly.
"What? When did you find that out?" I stared at him, shivering slightly in the cool wind. It was getting closer to winter now, and being outside without a sweater or jacket was a bad idea.
"My dad... well..." He paused, and looked like he was struggling for words. "If something happens... soon... I'll be put into a group home. And I'll have to move away."
"Joey told me something about you..." I trailed off and shivered again. He pulled me closer to him, and wrapped his hands around me. "He said that... you're dad beats you." I felt him stiffen and he was silent for a few minutes.
"Yeah." He finally said, with a sigh. "He does, sometimes."
"Like the time you came to my house?" I whispered... afraid it would seem to real if I spoke normally. He nodded and I stayed silent, staring down at the ground.
"It's selfish of me, but I don't want you to leave. But I know it'll be better for you somewhere else, away from your dad, but you mean so much to me... I just" Before I could say anything else, he kissed me, shutting me up and I kissed him back, knowing that I was on the verge of tears.
He pulled back and stood up. "Not that I don't want to keep kissing you, but we should get back to you're house or something. You're still shivering." He slid his sweatshirt off and put it on me, then wrapping his arm around me. We walked home, faster than we'd walked before, and I knew then that something was changing.
We walked in the door, and a blast of warm air shocked me. I sank into the couch, eagerly taking in the warmth of the furnace that was heating the house. Elijah sat beside me and I hugged him. "I love you Elijah." I whispered, my face against his neck as he pulled me onto his lap.
"I love you Mica." He said back, his lips brushing against my hair. "I want you to know that even if I have to leave, I'll never forget you. Ever."
That did it. A tear trickled down my cheek and then came the flood. They were silent tears, so at first, he didn't even know I was crying, until I sniffled. He looked down at me, as I wiped furiously at my cheeks, embarrassed. "Don't cry Mica, please don't cry."
"I'm not crying on purpose." I sighed. "It's just... I want you to leave because I want you to be safe, but my selfish side wants you here with me."
"It won't be for a little while at least."
"Why?" I got my tears under control, and wiped my face.
"Because... I haven't called anyone or anything to help... and I don't really want to. As much as I hate what he does to me, he's still my dad and I don't want him to get in trouble." He sighed. "You probably won't understand... and I get that..."
"I do understand Elijah. I know how you feel." I looked directly into his eyes. "But you have to tell someone."
"I can't!" He stood up, almost angrily, scaring me slightly.
"Why can't you?" I stood up now, angry that he had scared me. "It'd be better for you."
"Just forget it." He turned away from me.
"Fine! Maybe I will. If you don't want me to care, then I won't. If you don't want me to worry than I won't. Get out of here!" I shoved him. "Go!"
He looked back at me, anger filling his eyes. "I should have known you wouldn't understand. I should've known... other than seeing ghosts... we've got nothing in common."
"Then why don't we just break up?" I folded my arms across my chest, and leaned against the wall, scowling.
"We're done." He whispered, sounding hoarse.
"Fine. Now get out of here. And don't come back." I waited until he walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him, before sinking to the ground, and letting the tears flow.