What is even crazier is that despite the fact that she has lived with him for years and that he has confessed to horrible acts in front of her, she doesn’t understand that he’s not normal. She expects him to understand where she is coming from and why she is hurt and feeling left behind and her fears for the future. He doesn’t get it because outside a few extreme examples he doesn’t really feel that sort of fear or that feeling of being left behind. In his view those things are impossible, that she’ll be left behind, forgotten, and since he sees them as impossible then why doesn’t she?
It’s because she is an overanxious, uncertain teenager with very little confidence in herself in this situation. This isn’t exactly old hat to her; she is new to the world of these feelings and these types of relationships. It’s not normal or traditional and, for better or worse what she has grown to learn is that when you enter into a physical relationship an emotional relationship is to follow. Like some sort of boyfriend, girlfriend relationship. It’s not always easy for her to keep in mind that it doesn’t apply in this situation. Which is its own heartbreak.
She isn’t going to turn him in, she’ll be honest about what happened, but she’ll probably start locking her door at night. It’s not that she is completely rejecting him it’s just that she is waiting for them to try and kill her.
Shivering in the front seat of the car she sniffles some and wipes her face off with the sleeve of her coat. With her free hand she reaches into her pocket to find a tissue and she uses that instead of her sleeve which a proper girl does.
“I wanted to hit you in the face. Your face has more give. I might still.” She could punch him in the head and make them swerve into oncoming traffic which would solve their problem once and for all, hopefully quickly. Looking down at her hand she tries to move her fingers among the bag of ice and it hurts and they barely move, maybe that’s just the swelling. “I don’t know if it’s broken.” Hopefully at this time of night things will be relatively calm and they won’t have to wait forever a might be break is kind of low on the priority list.
A moment of silence. “You made a promise to her and I can’t ask you to break that.
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Date: 2013-01-09 03:58 pm (UTC)It’s because she is an overanxious, uncertain teenager with very little confidence in herself in this situation. This isn’t exactly old hat to her; she is new to the world of these feelings and these types of relationships. It’s not normal or traditional and, for better or worse what she has grown to learn is that when you enter into a physical relationship an emotional relationship is to follow. Like some sort of boyfriend, girlfriend relationship. It’s not always easy for her to keep in mind that it doesn’t apply in this situation. Which is its own heartbreak.
She isn’t going to turn him in, she’ll be honest about what happened, but she’ll probably start locking her door at night. It’s not that she is completely rejecting him it’s just that she is waiting for them to try and kill her.
Shivering in the front seat of the car she sniffles some and wipes her face off with the sleeve of her coat. With her free hand she reaches into her pocket to find a tissue and she uses that instead of her sleeve which a proper girl does.
“I wanted to hit you in the face. Your face has more give. I might still.” She could punch him in the head and make them swerve into oncoming traffic which would solve their problem once and for all, hopefully quickly. Looking down at her hand she tries to move her fingers among the bag of ice and it hurts and they barely move, maybe that’s just the swelling. “I don’t know if it’s broken.” Hopefully at this time of night things will be relatively calm and they won’t have to wait forever a might be break is kind of low on the priority list.
A moment of silence. “You made a promise to her and I can’t ask you to break that.