I looked at him and started to feel strange.
"Rory, I don't think I want you watching out for me. I need to figure things out on my own, you know? I have to understand myself and decide what would be best for me. You watching over my every step and pulling on my hand if I go in a direction you don't want me to go doesn't help any. I have to do what I want to do. Not just what I need and what everyone else wants me to do. I have to decide for myself. I love you, I do...I just...need to take a break for a week or two. I'll come and get you when I am ready," I finished. I felt tears jolting at my eye line wanting to break free. I also felt laughter wanting to come loose and flood his mind. I smoothed his cheek and hesitated before kissing him gently. I stood up and walked down the porch steps heading into the woods, the cries of beastly crows echoing through the empty grounds. No sound except my heels squishing into the soil, cracking sticks, and crushing leaves. I went over what I told Rory in my head over and over and hoped to Jesus that I was doing the right thing. I also found myself begging Satan to let me do the right thing, also.
When I came to a third of a way inside the woods I turned around when I heard the moaning of a tree. Beside it was the back of a woman. Her black hair reached her waist and looked like silk. Her body had all the right curves in every place.
"It's about time you left that bloody Angel," she said in a gorgeous british tone. She turned around and I was awed at her facial features. Her eyes were a baby blue and glowed with some sort of light. She had a deep nasty scar on her left cheek. Her lips were plump and full. She was completely beautiful. But the energy wave that I was getting from her wasn't.
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