Here’s the second part of the second story on this sort of prequel of Forbidden Love.

Butch’s point of view.

Tonight I felt so damn restless. I tried staying in and watching movies with my brothers, but nothing on that stupid satellite was interesting me. Every girl I saw on the television reminded me of her. It didn’t matter what the actress looked like, all I saw was her. After I about an hour in front of the tube, I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked out and into my bedroom. I tried laying down on my bed, but that didn’t work. The smell of her was still on my sheets.

That’s it. I have to get out of here. I ran down the hall and walked out the door. I soared into the sky, hoping a quick fly would clear my head, but all it did was remind me of then we went flying together. Her laugher rang through my ears. Soon, I found myself at her house. I had never seen the inside before, but knew one of those rooms on the second floor had to be hers. I just had to figure out which one. I flew up to the second floor and peeked in the

first window. Damn, there was a lot of pink. It definitely wasn’t her room, so I sneaked up to the next window. I looked in and grinned widely. That was more like it. Black and green was everywhere. Yeah, that’s my girl. I checked the window and saw that it was open. Didn’t she know that was dangerous?

Well, it was a good thing for me. I quietly opened it and stepped inside. She wasn’t there, but I could hear the shower running. She was just a few feet away, so I had to keep my patience and wait for her.

It was intoxicating being here, in her room and surrounded by her things. Everything that was in this room radiated her essence.

The water suddenly stopped, and I walked to her bathroom door and listened closely. I heard her humming in there. Damn, her voice was beautiful. I was getting anxious, but I didn’t want her to know that I was here, not yet anyway. I stood back and waited.

Finally the door opened and she came out. She was looking away, so she didn’t see me at first. Then suddenly she looked up. I thought I heard her gasp.

“Butch? What are you doing here?” She looked surprised to see me, but not upset about it, not that I could see.

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  • Chris Stonecipher on Sep 29, 2010

    I read your entire story. Your such a terrific story teller and I enjoyed reading your article. Thanks for sharing.

  • tulip1305 on Sep 30, 2010

    keep writing…cool story..

  • Jaison on Sep 30, 2010

    I read this one first. Now I want to go back and read the first part and I will read this again. You are such a gifted writer. No wonder why you are getting these many views. God bless.

  • Joanna Maharis on Sep 30, 2010

    The prose is beautiful. Everything flows like velvety smooth. This piece is filled with so many vivid images. I thought Butch sneaking into his girlfriends residence and peeking into her bedroom discretely when she was in there was a romantic touch, especially the way he surprised her.

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