David, Marisa Redhead16 [read e book txt] 📗

"I'm so sorry," I said, hugging her the best I could. She was mine. Mine. We kissed. It was bliss, touching her lips with mine again.

"Tell me what happened." I said.

"I didn't even see the shooter. I had my back turned." she said. "I overheard Nina say they were driving a black car with the windows tinted. She got the license number and Mom recently installed security cameras."

It felt better knowing whoever did it would be caught. I'd bet it was Kalonice. Son of a bitch. At least she was safe in my arms. I kissed her again. I knew everything would be all right. I loved her.

"You are beautiful. I love you." I said.

"You are gorgeous. I love you, too." she said.

We hugged and kissed for ten minutes. Then Mom came in to tell me it was time to go. Sophia needed food and rest. We kissed again and I left with reluctance.

"Well, as soon as I drop you off, I need to leave for an appointment." Being a lawyer, Mom was usually busy.
I was scared to death. I was scared for Sophia. I had a massive headache and I was starving, but I couldn't eat. My stomach hurt too much. Tony was watching TV in his boxers.

"Nina called me. She okay?"

"Yeah."

"Nina there yet?"

"Not that I know of." "Oh."

I knew Tony liked Nina. But she was my best friend. Him being my brother, dating my best friend while I was dating her sister...it would be awkward. Besides, he had a hot girlfriend. Keisha.

I read a book Sophia had gotten me into. It was called It. It was an incredible book. It was about a girl. Duh. It was about a girl who wanted to be popular so much she switched bodies with the most popular girl in the school.
I was on the part where Jane put makeup on her/Ashley's face for the first time in her life. Her parents bought her makeup and she bought makeup, she'd just never worn any. Personally, I sort of like it when a girl switches up her makeup. It shows me she's brave and creative and bold. Like Sophia, who adores makeup.

I heard a shout and my father cursing. Uh-oh, did he relapse? I grabbed a wooden bat, which I've needed to use before for self-defense, and I went downstairs. But my father wasn't angry at Tony or Mom. He was yelling at a guy I'd never seen before. "Tobias, give me that bat." he said. I obeyed and he shook it at the man.

"You say one more thing about either of my boys and I'll see you in court!" he shouted.

"Joseph, you've got a pig of a boy, and the other one's likely to end up in jail for soliciting prostitution and attempted murder!" the guy shouted. Dad went after his truck with the bat in hand.
The guy drove away.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath.

"An old enemy of mine." Dad said, giving back the bat.

"Oh God, my back." Did I mention my father is fifty six years old? We didn't know until last October.

"I'm too old for this." he muttered. I sat down and out my head against his shoulder.

"Tobias, you are the most affectionate teenage boy ever." my father said, ruffling my blond hair. I get it from him. I stretched back and let my body relax. Girlfriend jumped onto my lap and I started petting her.

"Son?"

"Dad?"

"Nothing." I could tell something was on his mind, though. He usually said that when he wasn't sure he wanted to tell me something. I could feel his heart beating faster.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

"Tobias...Tony's...been...arrested."

"What?" "Your brother's been arrested. Why, we don't know. Your mother's over there trying to sort it out." I leaned back against him and let out a calm breath. Dad kissed the top of my head.

"Dad?"

"What, honey?"

"Nothing." His stomach felt soft against my cheek. He's a pretty big guy, he's been secretly dieting for years. My father leaned forward a bit, trying to listen to something. Then I heard it too. Someone was trying to break into the house.


"Tobias, take the bat." Dad grabbed a pistol from a drawer in an antique cabinet that was a family heirloom. I followed him to a guest room close to mine. "Stay here, son." I knew he was trying to protect me, his youngest son, but I also knew he wouldn't be able to move fast enough if whoever it was got to him.
I stood as close as he would let me. He slowly opened the cherry wood door. "Oh, God." I heard Dad say. He went inside, and I saw a bleeding figure on the carpet.

"Tobias, wait, don't go in there." Dad said. But it was too late. I saw who it was. My future wife, the mother of my future children. Sophia.

I screamed for about a minute. Then I fainted. Next thing I knew, I was in a bed beside her. Sophia. Her arm had been shot by the same assholes. I wanted to touch her, but I was afraid to wake her. I noticed Dad readjusting my blankets on the bed.

"She'll be all right." he said. "The police are looking for her attempted killers." The word shot through my heart like a bullet. Oh God...why did I say that? "Tobias, you need some sleep. Are you hungry?" he said. My stomach growled loudly in response. "Yes." As he left, I looked over at my baby.
She was asleep, her long brown hair covering her goddess shoulders. She seemed to be okay, her arm was bandaged and she was safe. Especially with me around. If anyone tried to harm her, I'd be the first line of defense. They'd have to kill me to hurt her again. She stirred a bit, dreaming.
Her eyelids moved back and forth. That's associated with dreaming. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Then her lip quivered, and a tear fell out of her beautiful eye. I'd seen her at her best and her worst, I'd seen her cry and shout, but this pained me more than anything. More than anything, I hate seeing my fiancee upset. I soon fell asleep again.

I stood at the forest edge. I contemplated whether to go in or not. I couldn't just stand there, I had to do something to save myself. I saw Sophia, covered in blood, twisted around like Aurora in the Disney version of Sleeping Beauty. My stomach flipped around, and I didn't want to leave my darling in the mist of this whole mess I'd caused. By telling her I love her, by admitting my love to anyone really was a huge mistake. I'd gotten myself hurt and now she was dead.
Tom would pay for this. My fists clenched as I thought of him. That stupid lying idiot. I'd get revenge on my love. My pride and possibly life depended on my wits now. I suddenly heard voices and hid. Tom/Billy appeared through the brush. When he saw Sophia's mangled body, to my surprise, he started crying.
He picked her up and held her like a little girl holding a favorite doll. "This is all my fault, " he whimpered. "I love you, Sophia. I truly do. I never meant for you to get hurt like this. I only wanted you to get hurt, so you'd see what a huge mistake you made. I actually never wanted you to get hurt at all. I wanted revenge. God, I'm such a pathetic loser. I love you so much. What am I going to do? I can't live like this!" he blubbered, smoothing back her hair to look at her face.
Then he started to really sob, holding Sophia Martinez like a baby. I wanted to stab him. He'd caused all this. He'd gotten her killed. He kept muttering about how much he loved her, and how much he hated himself. He mentioned "Tobias." It didn't matter much anymore. I was fat, I'd never be popular, and the love of my life was dead.
The mess wasn't actually Billy's fault, it was all mine. I really wanted to kill myself then. I'd tried to before. Besides, my family hated me. Something about lying and revealing family secrets. I'd die, and no one would care. Not Logan, or Michael, or even Nina or Tony.
I found the edge of a cliff, and prepared to jump. "WAIT!" a voice called. I turned and saw my friend David. He was running up to me, his blond hair coming out of his ponytail. "Don't jump!" he cried out. "Why shouldn't I?" "Because...there's someone who...really...loves you Tobias." "No one loves me." "Actually, he does." "He?" "Yep. It's a he." Now David was staring at his feet and turning pink. Was he gay?
I don't mind having gay friends, but I don't like being kept in the dark. Even not for something as serious as this. Suddenly, David grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. I was so shocked I didn't fight it. His lips were thick and soft and moist. They reminded me of Sophia.
My heart beat faster and David didn't let go. Suddenly, I slipped anyway. Panicked, David held my arm and didn't let go. I wanted to die anyway, so I didn't bother. "David, let me go." "I'm not gonna let go! I'm not gonna let you die!" David has incredible strength, and he pulled me up and to safer ground.
He locked me in an embrace. "Look, stay with me if you need a place. Don't kill yourself." His blue eyes pleaded with my brown. He leaned forward and kissed me again. He held on again and didn't let go.

I once saw a psychic who told me to "find clues in my dreams". I realized she was right.

I was doing research project in science with David. He lived in housing projects, about twenty minutes away. He was sitting on his porch, drinking a Coke. His sister Daphne stood up to go inside. She had chestnut hair and tanned skin, and was pregnant with twins. She was huge. I knew her because Tony had screwed her after he drank too much at a party he co-hosted at a friend's house.
David stood up to greet me. We hugged and he shook Dad's hand. Dad left and he led me to his room. His house was clean. His father was drinking and yelling about something. "Ignore him, " David whispered. "He'll pass out in ten minutes."
David's room wasn't very clean. Clothes dotted the floor, and there were a bunch of Coke cans and bottles. An electric guitar stood in the corner, along with a karaoke system complete with a microphone. "I'm in a band. I'm the lead singer, " David explained. "That's cool." I said.
He seemed guarded; like he was hiding something. "You know, I had a dream that you were gay." I said. "Would you be upset if I was?" he answered, shocking me. "No. Are you?" I asked him.
He looked directly at me. His eyes are a very light blue. His hair is platinum blond and wavy. He wears it long, in a ponytail to his lower back. Suddenly, he leaned forward and grazed my lips. It was the best kiss I've experienced. Most of the girls I've dated have pressed too hard or jammed their tongues down my throat. Most of them do not know how to kiss. But David did.
He ignited a spark in me, one I hadn't realized was there. David and I are opposites; I'm more likely to be water if I was an element, him fire. He turned away. I noticed a leather jacket on his beanbag. It was the expensive kind. Huh. I figured it must have been a present or something.
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