When we got in the car, I didn't take Chrissy to the chapel. I took her somewhere else. As far away from that hellhole as possible. I didn't want to say goodbye to my sister, I didn't want to see her corpse one last time. I didn't want to accept she was dead. I just wanted to get out of there, and never look back.
As we drove, Chrissy noticed I wasn't going in the direction of the chapel. She said, "Honey--Tom," she stammered. "I think you're going the wrong way--"
"I know where I'm going," I snapped, pushing harder on the gas. We raced down the highway, ten miles over the speed limit.
Chrissy looked at me. "Tom, maybe you should slow down. What if a cop--"
"Chrissy," I said quickly, cutting her off.
She frowned. "What?"
I took a deep breath, and planned my words carefully. I shifted my gaze to her, and slowed down the car. "Would you follow me to the ends of the Earth?"
Her frown receded. "Well--I--" she stuttered. She paused. "Yes, Tom."
I smiled slightly. I looked back at the road and stepped on the gas once more. Tears were burning my eyes, but I ignored them as we sped across the gravel. "Good," I finally said. "Because that's where we're going."
Chrissy's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"
"I need to get out of here," I said quietly, my voice quivering.
Chrissy grabbed my arm and squeezed it. "We can't just run away. We have families, and school."
I looked at her, and then back at the road. "I know. I don't want to run away forever. Just for a few hours. Will you come with me, Chrissy?"
She said nothing for a few moments.
She sighed. "Tom, of course I will."
We drove in silence for about twenty minutes. My cell phone rung multiple times, but I didn't even look at it. I didn't want to talk to anyone. My thoughts kept wandering to my sister, but I snuffed them out with thoughts of Chrissy. I just needed to focus on her right now. Not my sister.
"Tom, how much farther?" Chrissy suddenly asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
My gaze didn't leave the road. "Not far," I said, taking the exit. I drove off the road onto a little dirt patch. I turned the keys and shut off the car, then I looked at Chrissy. "I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"For bringing you out here. We're missing school and I--"
"That's okay," she said quickly. "I want to be with you, right now."
I nodded. "Thank you."
"What?" Chrissy asked, smirking.
I looked at her quizically.
"You were just smiling."
I smiled again. "I was just thinking."
My smile weakened. "Forget it. You'll make fun of me."
"I won't make fun of you for anything, Tom Parker."
She smiled sweetly. "Yes."
I took a deep breath. "I was just thinking," I said slowly. "If this were a movie, then this would be the part where we kiss passionately for five seconds, and then kiss some more."
I laughed too. "I thought you said you wouldn't make fun of me!"
"I'm not, I'm not," she giggled.
We stopped laughing, and our eyes met.
Her smile widened. "This is the part where we kiss," she said quietly. "I hope it is."
I stared at her for a moment. My mind emptied of all sad thoughts, and I felt something. A connection. My smile smoothed. "No," I said, taking her hands. "This is the part where I stroke your hair." I put out my hand and stroked her blonde hair affectionately. "This is the part where I get really close to you." As I said this, I scooted as close to her as I could and put my nose right against hers. "This is the part where I say, 'I love you Chrissy.'"
We stared deep into each other's eyes for a moment.
Then I said, "And this is the part where we kiss."
I leaned forward. She did too. Our lips met. My arms wrapped around her in an embrace as I held her lips against mine. I never wanted to stop. It felt, right. Almost fateful. Her arms swung around my waist, and she pulled me closer. I took a deep breath through my nostrils as we continued to kiss.
Finally, we broke away.
We stared at each other in awe for what seemed like years.
Then Chrissy summed it up. "Wow."
Then I threw my arms around her, and we kissed again.