Page 223 of Satan's Spawn

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Me

We’re good Little Ghost…promise.

It’s been a couple minutes with no response, so I stare down at the screen smoking as I wait.

A solid five minutes pass before she answers.

Rebecca

I’m sorry I almost said that to you earlier.

What the hell does she have to be sorry for? Being normal? Capable of feelings?

Me

You don’t have to apologize for being honest. I’m the fucked up one here not you.

Rebecca

Fucked up or not, I would never want you to change. I like you just the way you are.

Yeah, well, she’s the only one.

And she’d also be singing a different tune if she knew the shit I did the week we were apart, my little bender a year before, and what I did to Felix at the piers.

Or maybe she wouldn’t. Rebecca has surprised me at every turn so far

Me

You really mean that shit?

Her response is instant this time.

Rebecca

With everything I am.

Me

You’re too good for me…you know that?

Rebecca

Or you don’t know how good you really are.

Inhaling another deep pull, I let her words stew a bit before I type.

Good…there’s only one part of me I know that is.

And it has nothing to do with Crayton Shaw, the boy.

But everything to do with Rebecca Dawson, the girl who sees the boy for all he is yet still looks at him like he’s the force that heats the sun. Not the hell her religion preaches.

I hold the blunt between my teeth, eyes squinting from smoke as my thumbs dance against the screen.

Me

I do know. Because the only good inside me is you.

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