The Balconey- What You FearMature

“Your eyes were filled with such kindness…and yet fear at the same time when I first saw you after all those years. I had the sudden desire to clear all the fear from them.” My heart thudded uncontrollably from Brent’s words. He laughed, “And it seems like I’m doing a pretty good job.” I smiled and added my laugh in. Then Brent pushed my bang from my face and tucked the ends behind my ear, his touch seeming to electrocute me. He then leaned in close, eyes transfixed to mine. I felt dizzy, being unable to breath. He was so close, I could feel his breath on my face. He smiled, “Yep the fear is gone.”

“Well that’s good.” I whispered. From the close distance I saw light boyish freckles dot across Brent’s nose and cheekbones. The freckles were suddenly surrounded by blush, “So that’s why I wanted to talk to you. Plus…I missed you.”

“You know I could’ve changed in those nine years. Could’ve become like my mother.” I felt my heart darken at the sound of that word.

Brent shook his head, “Never, never would you become your mother.” He leaned back on his arms, but my foggy mind made me lean towards him, “What makes you say that?”

Brent pulled his face even closer to mine as he whispered, “You’re afraid of her. Why would you become what you fear?” I closed my eyes then. All of this, the butterfiles in my stomach, what Brent was saying to me, the very scent of him, was making me dizzy.

I knew what was going to happen soon. I could sense it in the atmosphere, “Brent,” I managed to form that word. He then gently pressed his lips to mine and what seemed like a bolt of lightning shot through me from his touch. I fell limp, unabled to move, barely able to breath. Brent stopped then, much to my disappointment, astonishment in his eyes as he gasped, “I think we should get down from here.”

I could barely make it down the rope ladder, with my dizziness from Brent kissing me plus the swaying of the boat.

I took a seat beside him at the wheel of the boat. He looked at me and then his watch, “Damn I should probably get you home.” As he said this Brent seemed to give a pained expression. I laughed, “Upset about that?”

He turned to me and said, “Your mother.”

I shot up from my seat and cried, “Oh my God she is going to kill me Brent! Why did I agree to go?! She’s going to kill me!”

“Jamie Jamie Jamie,” Brent tried to calm by taking me into his arms, “If she hurts you…I’ll be right next door, right next to your balconey.”

I sobbed into his chest, “Okay.”

“Now relax, you’re safe.” He stroked my hair, now falling out of my ponytail. His touch made my heart skip a beat over and over again, “Now I’m going to let go of you to drive home? Will you be okay?”

I nodded feebly and he set me back into my chair, where I mananged to fall asleep, switching from dreams of Brent to nightmares of my mother.

The End

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