My Outlaw

Matthew sighed.
"Do you mind if we go and sit on the couch?" I nodded and followed him from my bunk to the couch. I sat down facing him, and he sat starting at the wall. Finally, though, he sighed and turned toward me. "Like I said, my story is similar to yours, only I want adopted, and only my boyfriend and I could save ourselves." I felt tears spring to my eyes. Matthew noticed this, and quickly went to hug me. "Geez. You and Michelle ARE the same.she cried before I could get to the worst part to." I looked at him.
"The worst part?" He nodded.p
"When...when he died...the only guy I have ever loved." Tears sprang to his eyes. I hugged him tighter. He pulled away and shook his head. "Let me finish, ok? I won't be able to if you keep hugging me like that." I nodded. He took a deep breath and continued. "The night before, some druggies found us meeting up at our spot. They had told the big guys at the school. He got beat up worse then what I did. I begged him not to go home, skip like we sometimes did. It was as if he knew what was going to happen, like he wanted it to. I watched him tuck a folded up piece of paper into his pocket, and I didn't realize it's purpose until later. He laughed at me for being so worried and kissed me deeply, as if he knew it was the last kiss we would ever have. I got home and, of course, my parents found out about the two of us. I got another beating, and by the time I had woke up, the hospital had been calling me. The piece of paper was a note, saying to contact me and give me the note. He wrote to me, and to someone else that he had been good friends with. I was never able to find her. He was pronounced dead at the scene, and I never fell in love again." By this time he was sobbing into his hands. I grabbed him into a hug.
"What was his name?"
"Eric. Eric Younger."
"E-eric?" He looked at me, fresh tears streaming down my face. Eric. Oh Eric. Why did it have to be him? Why?
"A-amarie? Did you know him?" I nodded.
"He was my only friend at the foster home." Matthew looked at me, shocked.
"What was the name your biological parents have you?"
"Alba. I wanted it to be changed back, but we never had the time."
"Your her..." I looked at him, confused.
"I'm who?"
"The other person in the note."

Notes

Oooooh!
Turn of events!!!!!
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