But I Had Loved Him. A Part

I Can't Even Tell You How Good It Felt To See Him. It Felt Even Better When He Reached Through The Metal Grate, Wrapped His Fingers Around The Front Of My Shirt, Dragged Me Forward, And Kissed Me Through The Bars. "sorry" He Said-only Not Looking To Sorry, If You Know What I Mean.

It’s One Thing To Protect Yourself,” Dad Yelled At Me During Our Very Next Lunch. “that I Get. Have I Ever Told You Not To Defend Yourself? No. But Did You Have To Permanently Maim Him? I Spent All That Money On That On That Fancy School For Girls-not To Mention All That Money For The Shrinks-and What Did That Get Me?” I Shrugged. “a Seven-figure Civil Suit?

What Did That Mean? Where Could It Go? He Was A Death Diety. I Was A High School Senior.

Weight Doesn’t Matter. It Really Doesn’t. I Mean, It Does If You’re A Model Or Whatever.

I Was In Love With Scott Bennett. That I Had Been In Love With Him My Whole Life, Practically.