B.B. Reid

Honey… that is just your heart holding on to what your brain is saying you can’t have.

“It’s only for you, never doubt that. No one else makes me feel this way. No one. It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Why? Because you like it so much? I watched you squirm this past week every time I was even near you. You crave it don’t you?”

“You wish.”

“I do wish. Every fucking night I wish and I dream. I think about the classroom the most. Do you remember?” he taunted.

“Grandma, did you just quote Jordin Sparks?”

She looked at me indignantly. “What? I’m hip.”

“No one says hip anymore.”

“It’s cool. I’m cool.” She threw up the peace out sign and I was done.

“Honey… that is just your heart holding on to what your brain is saying you can’t have.”

I was starting to believe cat and mouse was Monroe’s favorite game. She never missed an opportunity to run from me even though I would always catch her.

“Because sometimes, I really do wish I could kill you,” he whispered.

Sometimes, I wish you could love me.

“I will always love you.”

What?

The gun went off.

“Hear me now, Monroe. You will always answer to me.”

The death penalty?

They would kill Keiran?