Scarlett's Will by Nicole Jardine (i like reading .txt) 📗

but he always returns to me with a drink in hand. As I stand at the edge of the pit, searching for his body amongst all the others, I am slightly frightened by the violent clashes. It seems almost savagery, the way they throw themselves into each other. As I continue to watch, unable to look away, drawn in by their angry and troubled release I see him. His body is sweating, his muscles are flexed and his face holds an expression of pain mixed with pleasure. In that moment I realize there's so much I don't know about the man I am falling in love with and my fear of him excites me.

My head spins as we walk home. I hear sirens and people shouting. I envision people fighting all around us. Buddy encourages me to walk quickly. He places his leather jacket around my shoulders and grips my hand tightly. I noticed his knife in his front pocket, surprised he brought it with him. He breathes a sigh of relief as he locks the door behind us. I race down the stairs and into the bathroom. I overdid it on the booze. I rinsed my mouth and drank water from the tap. When I walked out Buddy stood in front of me, grinning.

“What?” I asked. He pulled my shirt up and I realized it was drenched in water.

“I was thirsty and there wasn’t a cup,” I explained laughing as I took it off. I removed my boots and lit a smoke as I caught Buddy watching me.

“Do you know how absolutely beautiful you are right now,” he asked me, looking into my eyes. I wished I could just keep those eyes on me forever.

My body trembled as he kissed my neck, sucking my cold flesh, I closed my eyes as he ran his rough hands over my stomach and up to my chest. I heard him moan as his lips found mine. His deep stare made me shudder as I realized I was completely his.

I slept wrapped in his arms all night. I tried to block out the morning by covering my head in the blankets. I reached for him, my arms around his neck as I climbed on top. I tried not to cry as he rubbed my back. I told him I should go back home, that I have to go back to school and I've been away too long. I wanted to stay but I knew it wasn't right.

“This is going to hurt Scarlett, but it's not a forever goodbye. I’ll come and get you whenever you call me, you must call me Scarlett, remember that,” he whispered, tilting my chin up, kissing me like it was our last. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him against me. I wanted to remember every inch of him, the way he smelled, the way he moved, the way he tasted when he kissed me so hard.

CHAPTER THREE

One of his friends that went to the Depeche Mode concert warned Buddy this morning that a girl had been reported missing since the show in Toronto and that he should be careful crossing the border with me. Of course he didn’t tell me this until we had passed through the border. He turned on the Forgotten Rebels song, Time to Run, which he thought was funny but as I listened to the song I felt angry because he did have me so safe and sound with him.

It is dark when he drives down my street. I knew he was driving me home, but when we finally got there I realized that I want my home to be with him. I have a lump in my throat that’s making it hard for me to breathe.

He parked a few houses back from mine. I didn’t want anyone to see me yet. I needed a few more minutes with my Buddy. We both leaned against the back of his car. Lighting a smoke, we shared it in silence. I held his hand tightly. I glanced at him as he looked up at all the stars in the sky.

“You were right Scarlett, all the stars are here,” he said looking back into my eyes. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as he tilted my chin up, kissing me again, making my body tingle as I reached for the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. His Mohawk now flat, his long hair hangs down, tickling my cheek. I smiled as he continued to kiss me. I heard him moan when he pulled away from me.

“You should come home with me my little treasure,” he said as he rested his hands on the small of my back.

“I want to so badly, I really do,” I gasped as I ran my hands along his shoulders.

“I’m just a phone call away and about four to six hours depending on traffic,” he grinned.

“I’ll miss you Buddy,” I whispered as I kissed him one last time before grabbing my bag and walking away. I made the mistake of looking back, seeing him standing by the car watching me.

“I can’t do this,” I cried. I ran back to him, jumping into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he easily held me up, kissing me, both of us crying. I kissed his eyes, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips before jumping down and racing towards my house. I couldn’t look back again.

I ran up the steps and caught my breath as I slowly opened the front door. ‘Don’t look back,’ I whispered, because if he still stood there, I knew I would run back to him. Once inside I closed the door and leaned against it. After a few minutes, I turned and opened the curtain to look back to where his car had been, he was gone. I felt incredibly