Something Missing

"Stop! Mr.Cartier... Where are you taking me?!" I demanded. "Ouch... your hurting my wrist," I said as I felt a sharp pain. I looked down and my eyes widened blood was dripping from my wrist.
"I'm taking you away!"
"Wait! My wrist! Mr.Cartier!"
"Don't......realize...... want......with you?!" he shouted. I couldn't exactly here what he said. I was more concerned about the cut and the bleeding.
"I need a bandage!" I said.
"You didn't hear me did you?"
"No... I'm sorry. I'm just really upset about this cut. I can't stop the bleeding. Please find me a bandage."
"Alright," he said and he went up to a nurse. "Um... she needs a bandage," he said as he pointed to me.
"Wait... that's the girl who attempted suicide! She can't leave!" cried the nurse.
I watched as Mr.Cartier quickly ran over to me and grabbed my hand. He ran towards the exit with me as fast he could.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm taking you away!"
We ran across the parking lot and forced me into his car.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Lets run away," he said as we were driving. "Let's leave America and go somewhere... like France or Germany. We can be together, get married and live together as a family."
"What?! I can't do that!"
"Why not? You suggested it to me remember?"
"Well that's because I wasn't thinking. I would rather have my parents blessing and marry you here!"
"Well I don't think that'll ever happen..."
"Well I can't just leave... If you tell me you love me then I'll reconsider."
"I... can't."
"Then I won't go. Let me off please."
"Wait! That doesn't mean I don't want to be with you! I want to be with you but I can't say 'I love you'," he said softly.
"Then you've lost me. Let me out."
He pulled over onto the side of the road and unlocked the door.
"This means I will never see you again," I said. "I am sick and tired of trying to wait for something that I can't have..." I whispered. Then I leaned over and lightly pressed my lips to his. "I love you," I said before I left his car. I watched as he drove off and I couldn't help but cry... a little...

 

My cheek stung. The moment I entered my house my mother sent a stinging slap across my face.

"You dishonorable child!" she screeched. "Where the hell were you?! The nurse said you went off with some older man! Don't tell me that pathetic school teacher came and persuaded you to leave with him!"

"Yes. Mother. That is exactly what happened," I whispered. "He... was going to take me away. That man... I love him! I love him so much!" I cried. Another stinging slap, this time sending me to the ground.

"Don't you dare say that! You are to marry Lyle one week from now and you WILL be happy!" she shouted.

"Yes mother..."

"Good. Now go to your room I don't want to see you again until the wedding. Understand?"

"Yes mother," I said standing up. I went up to my room and slammed the door shut. I opened my window and climbed out. I went down on the vines attached to the house. It was becoming evening... around four... Maybe the school would be open.

"Oh! Katherine!" said a voice.

I whirled around to find myself face to face with Jillian. She was with Josh. She blushed.

"Oh! Josh and I just met up after school. He's coming over to study, do you want to come too?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes. I'd like that very much."

"Good," she said smiling. "So how come you're here? I didn't see you in school today, I thought you were sick, are you alright?"

"Yeah... somewhat sick. I was in the hospital today, they just realeased me and I don't exactly know why I came to the school. But I'm glad because you're here," I said.

"Oh. Yes, I'm glad you're here too."

"Katherine? What happened to your hand?" asked Josh. He had noticed the bandage.

"Cut myself with a knife!" I laughed.

"Oh! Are you alright?" asked Jillian. "I could look at it for you."

"No thanks, its fine, it doesn't even hurt!" I said. The truth was... it did hurt... a lot...

 

"...so that's how it is," I said.

"Oh. Katherine I am so sorry. Are you really going to marry this guy? Lyle was it?" asked Jillian.

"Yes."

"But why!" asked Josh. "Don't marry that fag! What about that other guy you like? What is his name?"

I blushed. I couldn't tell them that he was my teacher. "Um... just someone I know, Rafe..."

"Hey! There's a teacher in our school with the name Rafe!" laughed Jillian. "He's really young isn't he? He's really good looking... in my opinion," said Jillian quietly. "Oh... Katherine, is he..."

I blushed. "Haha no!" I said nervously.

"It is! You like Mr.Cartier! Our English teacher... That's... sort of weird. I mean I know he's not ancient like every other teacher in the school, but still, he's a teacher. Have you told anyone about it besides us?" asked Josh. "I'm guessing your parents don't know?"

"They do... or... well my mother knows. I'm not sure about my father. I'm sure my mother has told him, but he hasn't talked to me about it so I don't really know."

"Oh. Well... are you two... intimate?" asked Jillian her face turning extremely red. "Forgive me... that wasn't..."

"No. We were never together... I loved him. But he... he never loved me back," I said quickly. I didn't feel like telling them that he did like me back, just never confessed while I was awake.

"Aww I'm sorry Katherine," said Josh.

"It's fine," I said. "On another note... Jillian you love by yourself in this apartment?" I asked.

"Yes. But no at the same time. You see, my parents come home for the summers. They work in Germany... as teachers. So I don't see them very often. And sometimes it's scary living by myself but I've gotten used to it," she said managing a small smile. "If you guys like, you can stay over tonight." Just then realization kicked in and she turned to Josh. "Eh... um... I meant,"

"Sure. My parents are away for the weekend." Josh said smiling at her.

"Oh okay," said Jillian trying to her embarrassment.

"I'll stay too," I smiled.

"Alright I'll prepare the air mattress for Josh and if you don't mind you can sleep in the same bed as me."

"Okay!" I was happy that someone as nice as Jillian was willing to accept me.