Please Do It For Bunny

Cherry

When Ronald’s lips touched mine it was like I had been waiting for this exact moment all my life. It was perfection. The electricity that flowed through my body made my legs go weak. I would’ve hit the ground again had it not been for his firm grip on my hips. I let myself go. I mean sure I was angry and he was an asshole but in this moment, him kissing me, the gentle yet firm hands on my hips, I have to admit, I forgot all about the anger and sadness I felt for him and let myself go. It was heaven, more than I’d felt with anyone. Up until he said those words.

“I’ve missed you”

It felt like he’d replaced the sweetness with a cold glass of gin bitters, and not the good kind. I pulled away from him and just like that, the anger was back. I slapped him. To my surprise he didn’t hit me back. Instead he pulled away and asked if that was it.

That was it? The audacity on his man! Uggg he made me so angry so I bent down and picked up my purse which must have fallen while I was lost in this man’s embrace.

Ï can’t stand you” I said harshly as I opened the door and walked out, only to have him follow me outside. We both caught his sister’s gaze as she tried so hard to hide behind a very small tree in the garden. That didn’t stop him from saying “I missed you Cherry and even though I was scared to say it before, I’m saying it now and I’ll keep saying it till you believe me” he stopped to catch his breath and continued “I know I hurt you before and I can never apologize enough but I’m here now and I intend on changing how you feel about me” then he stopped talking and just stood there staring at me.

I actually felt sorry for the guy but only for a moment. It hit me again. All I wanted to do at that moment was hurt him, just like he’d hurt me when we were children and just as he was hurting me now. I couldn’t though. I couldn’t hurt him because deep down I knew that I loved him still and I will probably love him for the rest of my existence. No I would definitely love him for the rest of my existence so I approached him. I got real close to him, so close I could feel his breath on my hair. I looked him dead in the eyes, forcing myself not to get on the tip of my toes and hug him. He was so intoxicating it was nerving. And I said “I am leaving” I turned around and whispered, almost to myself “Don’t follow me”

But he did. Still so stubborn.

“Cherry” he called out. I didn’t respond “Listen you may hate me but could you please come to Bunny’s birthday tomorrow? It would make her really happy. Please?” and to that I couldn’t say no. I loved the little brat so of course I would come. I didn’t tell him that. I just kept walking away but he caught up with me. “Cherry would you fucking talk to me?” he asked again only this time angrier. He grabbed me by the arm and not so gently, it actually hurt. “Ron that hurts” I winced from the pain.

“Then stop resisting” he held on even tighter,

OK that was it, I have had enough of this. What I intended to sound cold and menacing came out angry and scary “Don’t you ever grab any part of me like that ever again and DON’T EVER TALK TO ME” that seemed to work because he let of me and looked really hurt as he walked backwards. I took the opportunity and ran for my jeep that was parked by the gate. Getting in I turned the ignition and drove off, too where exactly? I didn’t know. All I knew for sure was that I needed to get as far away as I could from the only man that made me so happy and so angry all at the same time.

All sorts of thoughts were running through my brain while I drove up until I passed the church. The only church in my hometown. Maybe it’ll be good to talk to someone, someone who understood and with that decision I turned my car around and drove for the church. Padre would understand. He had been there for me a few times now and even though instead of practicing what he preached I did the exact opposite and somehow he still had time for me.

Unbelievable.