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Forbidden love never felt so right...
Rubi Ray struggles to keep her home-life a secret--even from her best friend and soulmate, Ky Reeves. When the two met as children, social and financial differences couldn't deter their friendship and devotion to one another. But Rubi will not dare admit that her family refuses to accept Ky as her "pretty little rich boy" friend--let alone her boyfriend. Day in and day out, she endures the pain and abuse her stepfather inflicts upon her for just one more moment with Ky.
But all good things must come to an end...
When Ky receives a message that Rubi is gone, his anger and abandonment threaten to destroy him. After all of their time together, he deserves more than just a note with a silly symbol of their friendship. Now, it's up to Ky to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart. Was their relationship a simple game of "He loves me; He loves me not?"
He Loves Me Not
SNEAK PEEK CHAPTER
Dear Ky,
I’m sorry. I have to go away and can’t see you anymore. It is not your fault. It is mine. I miss you. I hope you get this. You were the best friend ever. I hope to see you some day.
Oh. I forgot super man is better than batman. Pizza hut sucks. The big flat pizza is better.
Love
Rubi
I re-read the letter over and over without tearing it. I’ve balled it up a couple of times and thrown across the room but always pick it up and flatten the lined school paper. It was the last letter that she wrote me before she disappeared, and I never saw her again. I went to the tree house I built with a sheet I took from the hallway linen closet every other day hoping she would show up but all she left me was a letter under a rick with a dried-out flower with a last petal. I kept in a Ziplock bag hidden in one of my favorite comic books featuring Batman. I take it every time I have the same reoccurring dream I have of her but in the dream she isn’t ten years old but the same age as I am. I can’t see her face, but I can hear her say my name. When I hear it, I wake up like I’m drowning, and I’m in need of oxygen. The sweat drips over my body like I was bathing in a pool.
I hear a tap on my door as my best friend Chris pushes it opening further.
“Give me a minute.”
“Let’s go dude. My father’s going to go ape shit if I’m late to school,” he says.
Chris needs me to give him a ride until his car is out of the shop. He got into a fender bender on the way to school and he’s getting it fixed.
I look up raising an eyebrow. “I’ll be right out.”
He knows the look I give all my friends. Thedon’t fuck with me drop itlook. I know I have a short temper and I hate giving him attitude, but I also hate repeating myself. My temper started flaring after that day. The day she left me with a sorry letter and wilted flower like that was enough.
I wait until he leaves before folding the old notebook paper and the Ziplock bag away containing the dried flower inside the comic book and place it under my mattress.
Swiping my keys and wallet from my nightstand, I stand and grab the strap of my gym bag and head outside remembering the line that has been plaguing me for the last seven years.It is not your fault. It is mine. I miss you.
For years I hoped to see her again. To tell her how I felt as a kid, but I never got the chance. How quickly she could just forget about me only leaving a stupid letter with no real reason.
For the whole year, three times a week we would meet in the woods where her town ended and mine began. We talked about everything a ten-year-old could talk about. It was right behind my father’s estate.
My mother left me and my dad abandoning us for another life after my tenth birthday.
It had been raining for a while, and the sky was dark and overcast, and I could still recall the distinct odor of fertilizer mingled with the damp grass. My father standing in the entryway of the mahogany-colored front door, wiping away the tears that were streaming down my face and I knew in that moment; she was never coming back. I would never see her again. I would never smell her lovely perfume and her home-cooked meals would never be mine again.
She stooped until our eye levels were aligned. I would never forget what she said that day. Lips painted mauve as she said, “it is not your fault sweetheart. It’s mine. You’re better off with your dad and don’t give him a hard time.
I hiccupped wiping my face not understanding the reason why she was leaving. “Are you coming back? I promise to be good, mommy. I promise,” I pleaded.
She gave me the impression that I was bothering her by shaking her head and then straightening while exhaling a breath. She looked up at my father standing behind me with a glare. “Get him inside Richard. You’re making me look bad.”
