Hope: I’m not lying to you. I swear I’m okay.
Heath: Did something happen when you got home?
Hope: No.
Heath: Did he leave you alone?
Hope: Yes.
Heath: I find that very hard to believe.
Hope: He drank and watched TV.
Heath: Where is he now?
Hope: Downstairs, sleeping in the bedroom with mom.
Heath: Can I come over? I’ll be quiet when climbing your window.
Hope: No! Please don’t come here. I don’t want you to get into any trouble.
Heath: I’ll be fine, Rose.
Heath: You don’t need to worry about me.
Hope: Please, don’t come here.
If he comes hereI know bad things will happen. Dad will know and what happened the other day will happen again. I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want him to get hurt any more than he already has.
Besides, if he were here, standing a few feet away from me and staring at me, I know I wouldn't be able to break his heart by ending things with him. Like an addict, I’d cling to him for even a short amount of time and will do anything that he’ll want from me. Despite knowing I’m nothing but a thorn that'll prick him and make him bleed. The total opposite of the nickname ‘Rose’ that he calls me by.
Heath: I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow.
Hope: No. It’ll be too risky so I’ll just see you at school.
Heath: That’s too much wait.
Heath: You have no idea how badly I want to see you.
Heath: All I can think about is you.
Heath: Your face, your body, your hair, your eyes, your lips… I think about your lips a lot.
I can barely breathe.
Heath:If you let me kiss you I wouldn’t stop.
Heath: Unless you want me to stop.
My heart is beating so loudlyI can hear it in my ears.
Hope:I only stop because you leave me breathless.
Heath: Good.
One word.Good.It shouldn’t make my stomach fill with warmth.
Heath:Are you sure I can’t come over?
