I’m sorry I haven’t written. I know it’s been a couple of months. Did you miss me? I missed you too.
Daddy was in my room again today. I don’t know what he wanted. Nothing’s missing or out of place. But I know he was in here. I can smell him. He still doesn’t trust me. He was probably looking for you. Like I’m ever going to be that stupid again.
You’re probably wondering why I haven’t written. Daddy found one of my stories. It was bad. He went in my room after and pried your lock open. He read everything I ever wrote you. Everything. I think he was sorry later and Mama bought me another diary, but I don’t write in her. She’s not you.
I saw Andy after school today. Jessi and I were drinking sodas at Marlin’s and he came in. God he’s so cute! He knows me from tennis now and I saw him look over at our booth. I thought he was going to come over and say hi, but he went up and sat at the counter.
It didn’t make any sense him being in there alone. Jessi kept telling me to go up and talk to him but I couldn’t ever be forward like that. She says its not forward, it’s friendly, but I just couldn’t.
He ordered a Marbled Marlin. That’s one of Marlin Sr.’s fresh-made fudge brownies topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and marbled with chocolate syrup. You’d really like them. They’re heck of yum.
I kept watching Andy eat it. He was driving me bananas crazy. He would cut off a piece and just sit there with it on his fork yakkin at Marlin Jr. behind the counter. The brownie was bobbing around on the end of his fork teasing me. I wanted him to take a bite of
me it so bad.
Haha, that’s funny. Maybe I did want him to take a bite of me. I’d sure take a bite of him!
I could feel his lips tugging the dessert from his fork. He has such strong perfect lips, just like the rest of him. I could imagine the syrup, and the cold sweet ice cream, sticky on his lips. He licked them off and Jessi kicked me under the table. I guess I kinda licked mine off too. She was teasing me about it all the way home.
Do you think he could ever like me, Sarah? Me? You’re just saying that cuz you don’t have any choice. I can’t wait for the tennis season to start back up.
Oh and don’t worry. I won’t ever let Daddy hurt you again. See you tomorrow.
© 2011 Anne Schilde