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    “You know, Holden, you have this way of really debasing what’s supposed to be a real special moment between two people. It’s really sad. I honestly feel sad for you. I don’t know what happened to make you so detached from people, to have you use them. But don’t come and want to use me. Life has dealt me enough to deal with, I don’t need you to try and fight off too.”
    She darts by me and leaves me stunned. For about three seconds.
    ~*~

Chapter Six
     
    Scarlett~
    Geez. I can’t even kiss the guy without him pulling a move. Does it show that I’m easy on my face? Do I carry a banner that says I’m open for a quickie? Why do guys keep trying if I’m not interested?
    I don’t want just another person coming into my life so I can wake up the next day and they’ll be gone.
    That’s the worst kinda pain. Every time you go to sleep the world takes a loved one.
    I love my parents. I’m using present tense, because I’ll love them forever. I had great folks. I had the kind that loved me forever and a day. Then I fell asleep.
    And my mom was taken.
    I fell asleep again and my dad was taken.
    I stop running up the beach and take deep breaths when the shaking starts up. Although it’s hot out chills sweep over my body and the little energy I had vanishes like mist before the sun.
    Crap, I didn’t eat or take my shot, and I forgot my bottle of OJ. The man totally fried my senses!
    My body starts to feel like someone is weighing it down with lead and I turn around. I can make it back. I just have to. Wyatt stops a few feet from me and then he moves.
    “Scarlett? Dammit!” he snaps.
    “I’m okay. Just forgot to eat with you givin’ me a hard time and all. Just need to-” The world takes on that awful spinning thing it does and I stand still. “Wyatt,” I whisper when it starts to tip in on me. My vision blurs in on the sides and I reach for him. I don’t want to eat sand again.
    Wyatt’s arms slip under me and the next thing I know sweet Mother Earth is gone and I’m up in the air, pressed against his chest, the one I’m growing way too fond of, way too fast.
    “I can walk,” I try to argue but it comes out a murmur, only making my defense a weak one.
    “Yeah,” he says and his breath rushes over my clammy forehead. I bring my arms up around his neck and I want to hold on, but they’re numb. Every part of me is filled with that awful feeling of lead just weighing down on me. “Scarlett…” his voice sounds far.
    “Hmm.” I just want to sleep, just close my eyes and sleep again. It was so nice waking up and he was there.
    “Baby, don’t pass out on me again. Tell me what to do first,” he says. He sounds worried. Why would he worry?
    “Just need some coke. In the fridge,” I mumble against his chest. The air grows cooler and he places me on the couch. I groan when a wave of sadness wells up in me, I don’t want him to leave.
    “Got it,” he says a minute a later and I peel my eyes open. I take the can from him and gulp a few sips down before I try to get up again. “Hey now, easy does it,” he says.
    “I need to check my sugar level,” I say and I place the can on the coffee table.
    “So tell me what to get and I’ll bring it,” he says and he pushes lightly against my shoulders for me to lean back against the couch.
    “A black pouch on the table next to my bed.” I tell him only because I’m feeling dog tired and dizzy. The old familiar anger bubbles back up and I feel the tears prick at my eyes. I hate feeling like this. I’ll never get used to it.
    “Here you go,” he says and he hands me the bag.
    “I don’t want you to see,” I say too harshly. I’m taking my anger out on him. He’s only being helpful.
    “No way in hell I’m leavin’ you to pass out as soon as I leave,” he says adamantly.
    I zip the bag open and take out the meter. I insert the strip into it and prick my finger. Another drop of blood, one at a time. The meter beeps and I sigh.
    I reach