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the basement,” she points to one of the air mattresses on the floor.

“Actually, I was hoping he could stay in my room.”

“No way. He is staying downstairs.”

“Please mom. He will still sleep on the air mattress just in my room.”

“Willow,” I can tell she’s getting frustrated with me.

“Please.”

“Fine, but he stays on the air mattress.”

“Alright,” I help Shane carry his stuff to my room.

Shane sets up the air mattress next to my bed. "I'm going to go change while the mattress is blowing up."

"Alright, do you remember where the bathroom is? "

"Yeah," Shane grabs his bag and walks out of the room.

I walk over and sit on my bed. When I close my eyes I can still feel Shane's touch. I think about what we did then about my promise. The promise I made mom, I broke it. I have never broken a promise to my mother before. If she finds out she will never forgive me. Shane and I did not use protection. What if I end up pregnant? This is bad, so bad.

"Willow," Shane says my name as he walks back into the room.

"Yeah."

"Are you okay, " he sits down on the bed with me.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know you just looked a bit upset when I walked in," he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what," Shane gently pulls at my earlobe with his teeth.

"Us, what we did."

Shane puts his hand on my thigh "do you regret it?"

"No, I don't regret it. It's just I made a promise to my mom."

"What promise?"

"To be safe and careful if we ever decided to take the next step."

"You’re worried because we didn't use protection."

"Shane what if I end up pregnant. I can't ..."

"You're on the pill right?", Shane takes my hand in his.

"Yeah."

"Then it should be fine."

"Shane there is a forty percent chance I will still get pregnant."

"And a sixty percent chance you won't, think positive."

"Alright, let's just go to bed," I get up and walk over to my closet. "I'll be back in a minute," I head to the bathroom.

When I return to the room Shane is sitting on the edge of the air mattress. "Come here," he holds his hand out wanting me to take it.

"What," I take his hand then sit down next to him.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Shane you don't need to apologize. I over reacted."

"No you didn't. It's understandable that you would be worried about that."

"You're not worried."

"Yes I am."'

"It doesn't seem like it. You're so calm, and you don't look worried."

"How about this, we will both figure out the signs and if you start to show them we will get a test and figure it out from there."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

"Good," Shane put his hand on my thigh then leaned over and kissed me.

We continued to kiss as I lay back pulling him towards me. He moves his hand up my thigh and up under my shirt. "Shane, we can't my mom’s downstairs."

"I know," he pulls his hand out of my shirt. I laugh.

"are you ticklish."

"Maybe," I grin.

"Well, let's see," Shane starts tickling me and I can't help but laugh.

"Shane, stop it," I continue to laugh trying to get him to stop. "Shane," I pull Shane into a kiss trying not to laugh.

"Maybe I should tickle you more often."

"Or not. I hate being tickled."

"You didn't seem to hate it a minute ago."

"Well I do."

"Whatever you say. We should probably get in bed."

"Yeah," I pull Shane in for one last kiss before bed. "Night."

"Night."

 

 

Part of Chapter 4

4

Dear Diary,

    Today is Saturday, February the 15th.

It’s been a couple of days since everything happened. Shane’s dad is improving every day, but they are going to keep him for another week or so. Which means Shane will continue to stay with us. I love having him around all the time. After what happened Tuesday I feel a lot closer to him, although I’m still worried about the possible consequence. If I’m pregnant my mom will never forgive me.

                                                              -W

 

"What's that," Shane walks over and playfully tries to take my diary.

"It's nothing. I thought you were in the shower."

"I was. Really what is that?"

"My diary."

"You keep a diary?" Shane looks like he's trying not to laugh.

"Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not."

"Sure," I go over to my desk and put my diary in the drawer. I twitch when Shane's arms come from behind and wrap around my waist.

"Sorry if I startled you," I can feel Shane's breath on the back of my neck.

"It’s alright," I lean into Shane. I pull Shane's arms tighter around me as he kisses my neck and shoulder.

Shane turns me around so I face him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed. He carefully lays me on the bed "Shane my mom and the agents."

"She already left for work with Hanley."

"Are you sure they left and agent Morgan."

"I'm sure. We’ll be quite."

"Okay," I pull Shane back into a kiss.

I put my hands under his shirt wanting him to take it off. He does and I follow. I try to refrain from groaning. I can feel the warmth from Shane's breath as he kisses my stomach.

"What the hell," agent Morgan is standing in the doorway to my room. “You two could at least shut the door.”

"Shit," Shane and I sit up. I grab the blanket to cover myself. "Get the hell out," I throw a pillow at Morgan.

"Alright, no need to be hostile," he walks out the door smiling.

“Oh my God,” I lean my head on Shane’s shoulder. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Here,” Shane hands me my shirt.

“Do you think he’ll tell my mom?”

“I hope not,” Shane pull his shirt over his head. “She’ll kill me if she finds out.”

“She’ll kill both of us.”

“True,” we both laugh. Shane places his hand on my knee “You know I love you right?”

“Yes, just like you know that I love you,” I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Now what do you want?”

“Why do you assume I want something?”

“Because I know you. Seriously, what is it?”

“Do you absolutely want to go to the dance tonight?”

“To be honest, no. The only reason I was going in the first place was Ashley, I never really wanted to go.”

“So it's ok if we don’t.”

“Of course its ok.”

I hear the house phone ringing down stairs. Shane and I walk down to answer it. Since the phone call I got on Monday they have been monitoring the phone in case they call again.

“You know the drill” Agent Morgan is waiting by the phone.

“Hello?” I wait for someone to answer.

“Is this Willow Jones?” The voice belongs to a man but I don’t know who.

“Yes, who is this?”

“You know you prettier the they described, especially in the tank top and shorts you are wearing.”

“Again who is this?” I try to keep from shaking, it doesn’t work. How does he know what I’m wearing? Morgan must have had the same thought because he is looking around holding his gun.

“Mm… jasmine and lilac.”

“What?”

“Your perfume, it's jasmine and lilac. Where did you get it?”

“I got it from a friend.”

“You mean Ashley, right.”

“How did you know that?”

“We’ve been watching you for the past month. You can learn a lot about someone in that time.”

“What the hell do you want with me?”

“We want to use you to get revenge. We are going to kill you Willow, don’t you get that?”  He laughs then hangs up the phone.

“Come here,” Shane wraps me in a hug as I start to cry. At that moment we hear a loud crash from upstairs.

“He’s in the house. You to stay here.” Agent Morgan runs upstairs.

“Shane,” I wrap arms around his waist pulling him closer. I feel safe when I’m close to him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

“He’s gone,” Morgan came down the stairs. “You to stay in the living room, I need to call this in.”

Shane and I walk over and sit on the couch. “They were in the house again, he was in my room. I don’t feel safe here anymore. I want to leave Shane, I want to get out of here.”

“It’s going to be ok,” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. “You’re going to be ok.”

“You two alright?” Morgan walks in from the kitchen.

“Yeah, what's going to happen now? How did he get in the house?” I tried to keep my voice from shaking but failed.

“I don’t know how he got in. My boss is going to send a team to check out the house and figure it out. They want you to check and see if anything is missing from your room.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll come with you.” Shane takes my hand and walks me upstairs.

I pause in my doorway, hesitant to enter the room. Shane reaches and lays his hand on the side of my face “What is it?”. I can hear the concern in his voice.

“Nothing it just, he was in my room.”

Shane pulls me into a hug and I buried my face in his shoulder “He’s gone. He can’t touch you, I won’t let him.”

“I can’t do this anymore Shane. I can’t sit around and wait for them to kill me. If they are going to do something why don’t they just get it over with.”

“Don’t talk like that, you can’t talk like that” he pulls me tighter against his body.

“I know,” I pull out of the hug and place my lips on his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, but I don’t want to hear you say anything like that again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

We enter the room together. I look around the room finding my closet. “Shane, didn’t I close the closet?”

“Yeah,” he too is looking at the closet.

“Then why is it open.”

“I don’t know. You should look inside and see if anything is missing.”

I walk over to the closet and notice the empty spot on the top shelf. A spot that held all my secrets and true feelings. The spot where my diary took residence. “My diary.”

“What?” Shane joins me at the closet.

“My diary, it’s gone.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just misplace it?”

“You saw me put it up there this morning.”

“Is anything else missing?”

I look around the room. “Everything seems to be here, except my perfume. It was on my nightstand and it’s gone.”

“Alright, let’s go downstairs and tell agent Morgan.”

“Okay.”

Shane takes my hand and we walk back downstairs.  Along with Morgan there are two other agents. “Agent Morgan.”

“Willow, Shane, these are agents Thomas and Miller,” he gestures to the men standing beside him. One of them is tall and has brown hair. The other is shorter and has blonde hair. They are both wearing the same tuxes and sunglasses as every other agent I have met. I guess they are DEA standard issue. “Was there anything missing from your room?”

“One of my diaries and the bottle of perfume from my nightstand.”

“One of your diaries?"

 

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