~The only sound ,to be heard, as the mad man laughs...~
~ ((I skimmed over some details to progress the story. One because its mine. And two its for entertainment. This ain't no book.))
Later that day Josiah recieved the beating of his life. Word had spread like wild fire. And more or less his father was irritated with his losing of the fight. He took to homeschooling Josiah to the best of his abilities and pulled him out from school. Josiah was heartbroken.
Days after he did not see Clara. He waited for her in their usual spots. The third week when he was to give up hope he saw Clara. He ran over to her and stopped. Bitter tears rose in her eyes. She smiled and ran over and saw his expression. She punched his arm with her one good arm, her other was in a sling the rest of her was covered in bruises. Josiah bit his lip and the tears that wished to follow. They sat in companiable silence. Clara looked off over the surface of the lake. "Im moving away Josey." She murmured. Josiah turned and grasped her shoudler causing Clara to wince.
"What? Why!?" He said struggling for words. Clara gave a shuddering sigh.
"Im sorry." She said. Josiah shook and looked down at the ground.
"Its all my fault. I should be the one apoligizin'." He murmured softly. Clara wrapped her arm around him, surpising him.
"Its okay. I'll be back. Just wait for me." She whispered. She kissed his cheek looked him in the eyes. "I promise." Josiah looked over at her. For the first time he realized how beautiful she was under all those bruises and the smudged dirt.
"You promise?"
"Yeah. I cross ma' heart and hope ta' die." She said. Josiah leaned over and hugged her. He wanted to cry so badly but if he did, she would to, he couldn't bear to cause any more damage.
"I gotta go now." She said standing. "See you later gator." Clara said as she ran off. When she left Josiah pulled his knees to his chest and bit down on one of his knuckles. He would try his hardest not to cry any more. For her.~
~Is like a concave scream...~
