Good Intentions

MEGHAN’S POV

I climb up into the truck and set my things at my feet. My heart is beating so fast. I cant wait til I’m alone and can look at the magazines she has given me.

Dad and I talk on the way home about his trip in town and if I enjoyed my stay with Zoe. I tell him I did and thanked him for it.

I haven’t had much time to think about how I am going to handle Will now.
He cant leave now. He’s mine.

My heart rate picks up again knowing that we are almost home and I get to see him.
I learned a new phrase this weekend, fan girling, and I believe that is what is going on inside of me as we pull up into our long drive. My face feels flush and my breathing increases, all this going on inside and I have to keep it hidden from my parents.

The truck pulls up to the house and stops. I try to maintain all composure as I get out and gather my things to go inside.
Mom greets us at the door and I hug her. I head back to my room to empty my bag and hide the evidence.

I walk past Will’s door and notice he’s in the bed, his back to the door. I listen intently as mom explains to dad she thinks he’s gotten a virus or something. I continue on the my room and hide the magazines in the back corner of my closet.

I go to Will’s door and knock quietly, pushing it open slowly as I enter. I hear him muffle something and walk around to him. His eyes are puffy and he’s sniffling. I sit on the bed and rub his back. He pulls the covers down and I notice its not a virus he has, he’s visibly upset.
I turn around and notice I left the door open so I mouth out ‘whats wrong’ and he shakes his head, his eye and head make a movement motioning towards the door. I leave his side and go to the door, I look out and they are in the living room sitting down talking about something, so I close the door quietly.

“Whats going on?”
“I remembered my mum”
I sit there in shock and I watch him close his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve this? You must know something?”
“This? What have we done wrong to you? “
It’s the truth. What have we done to harm him? Nothing. He’s fed and well taken care of, so what’s his problem?

“Well for starters, you took me from my family. I don’t belong here. I’ve always felt out of place. Secondly, you do this to me.” He holds up his arm to show me the faded shadows of tattoos.”I obviously wanted them for one reason or another, but the decision was made for me to have them removed. And the reason for this one” he shows me the cross “is bull shit. I don’t remember why I got it, but its not the lame reason I was told.” He spits all this out at me in a voice so quiet I have to listen closely to hear every word. He’s eyes show hate and betrayal.

“Don’t hate me just yet”
“Oh, I do, don’t worry, I remember you. Lets see your pretty tattoo…”
“I don’t have a tattoo and how dare you insinuate I have one!”
“Then show me your right hip, a dandelion perhaps?”
I stand up “I would never show you any part of my body, you pervert” I turn and leave the room and go to my bedroom.

I sit on my bed in shock that all this happened while I was gone. His memories are returning and he has something on me now. I’ve got to get him back on my side or this could get bad real fast.
My mind is turning fast trying to figure out what to do. In order to get him back I’m going to have to give him information that I was wanting to keep to myself. But what or how much to give him is the question. Anything could send him over and trigger the memories to start pouring back in. That would be a disaster.
I return to his room and walk around to him.

“Fuck off”
“Fine, I was going to show you something tonight but if that how you feel, fine.” I get up to leave and he says something.
“What do you have to show me?”
“For starters stop the attitude with me, I’m all you’ve got right now. You’ll have to wait til tonight.”

I leave his room once again and go to the living room to see whats going on there.
“How’s Will?” dad asks me somewhat concerned.
“He’s all right I guess. Just a virus I imagine. He just told me ‘hey’ and asked if I had a good time.”
Mom smiles and rubs my back “ I am so glad you two get along so well and you seem to truly care for each other”
I lean in towards her as she hugs me.

If she only knew

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