Little Hearts Chapter 4

Little Hearts Chapter 41

We all sat round the camp fire as Ricky's Mam came outside with a bowl of marsh mellows, nearly falling off the top. Ricky came out holding metal sticks with a wooden handle to poke through the marsh mellows. His head was bowed. I avoided eye contact with him, but I could see Kath making sure he noticed she was glaring at him. I nudged her, she turned to me and I shook my head, making sure she understood. She gritted her teeth then looked at the fire. We were all being silent. Even Tom. He sat next to Kath and I sat next to Kath at the other side, Ricky sat besides Tom, who budged away an inch away from him. Ricky sighed. We were all being quiet. Ricky's mam must of noticed.2

“Your all being quiet this evening.” She sat beside Ricky and handed out the marshmellows, passing the bowl along. When it reached her again she put it down between her legs. Ricky's dad came out with a guitar.3

“What's a camp fire night without guitar SONGS!” He sat excitedly beside his wife. He held the acoustic guitar comfortably on his knee and strummed a string, then began strumming more. He opened a his mouth, grinning. 4

“So, what shall I sing first? Maybe a... romantic song first? For all you little couples.” We all nervously laughed. His wife nudged him, he shrugged and began to play a tune.5

“Times were old, but were together now, beside this little camp fire, holding hands till dawn...” He carried on singing beautifully. I glanced over to Ricky, who was looking at me and frowned, he turned his head away, ashamed. I coughed and smiled as his father played. When his father finished we all clapped. I rose to go to the toilet, nodding at everyone and commenting on Mr. Woods work, I headed inside. I don't know if I actually needed on, well I do. But mostly, Ricky's appearance made me feel... uncomfortable. I stood at the bathroom sink, breathing in deeply. That's when I heard it, a voice, singing. I closed my eyes tight, thinking it was just my mind playing games, but it wasn't, it was actually someone. They were singing quietly, strumming at a guitar... Ricky's dad? No, he sang louder, a fast beat, a country beat, even though he's English. I slowly and quietly opened the bath room door. No one was there... but I still heard it. It was coming from behind the parents cabin, which was a while away from our cabin and the camp fire. I followed the sound.6

I stopped as it got louder. I hid behind a tree to see a torch lighting up a small space. It was Rick, singing as beautiful as his dad did. I watched, behind the tree, listening to the lyrics, knowing what it was all about. The tune echoed from the guitar.7

“'Cause, I've made something, so... difficult, by making her hurt, I don't care what will happen to me, because I hurt her, I hurt her, made her think twice, and make her hate me, I don't blame her, I don't blame her, because I'm just another.... heartless jerk.” I listened as he did a tiny break, with just the guitar playing away. I listened carefully as he changed the guitar suddenly, the beat faster, stronger... louder. 8

“But, guess what, I'm not caring for a dumb bitch like her, we have our needs and I'll proceed, doing what I want, because I don't love... her! Yeah, that dumb bitch, I do not love, she likes to... show off... yeah! 'Cause I'm... listening softly.... to her breath, at the night, as I release my knife, cut her deep in her heart, she can feel what I felt!” I took a step back, taking in the words. I'M sure my MIND was playing with me now, but no, he strummed aggressively at the strings of the guitar. I took another step back, stumbling backwards over a twig, I fell, full-view as he turned, he froze. The last strums echoed in the air. He moved one inch and I got up and ran, I heard him run after me.9

“Wait!” I heard him yell. 10

“Your going the wrong way!” Should I actually believe this... this, THIS Psycho! I tripped again, this time over a rock and fell forward. I gasped as he stopped behind me. I froze, again.11

“See- look what you have done!” He held his hand out, I turned to face him, still on the ground. 12

“Get away! Psycho!” I pushed away his hand, I struggled to get up. He shook his head, his eyelids squeezing tightly closed.13

“No, no! I ALWAYS do that, swear!” I shook my head in defence.14

“No! You SAID it, YOU'RE planning to KILL ME!” I screeched, he covered my mouth, I bit his palm, making him yelp.15

“No, I do stuff like that because it rhymes! I swear!” He pleaded for me to understand, but I shook my head, disagreeing. 16

“GET AWAY!” I got up one more time and ran, he ran after me, grabbing me by the waist. I tripped over an edge and fell forward with his hands around my waist. We fell, knocked out cold for a few seconds. I slapped my hand over my fore-head.17

“Ow!” I hissed, turning to see Ricky next to me, doing the exact same, I scurried away.18

“Please!” He grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the muddy and green leaves so I was lying next to him. He lifted up my chin and kissed me, I tried to break free, but I gave up and kissed him back. He released.19

“AM I forgiven?” I bit my lip. I shrugged and turned away from him. He still did ALL them things to me though... 20

“Please...” He whispered, begging.21

“We all do stupid things. I'll make it up to you- in fact, I'll DO anything for you!” I turned and sighed.22

“Anything?” I whispered, he gulped and nodded. I smiled.23

“Kiss me.” He looked at me puzzled at first and did what I commanded.24

His lips touched mine softly.