"Freak!!!" "Freak."
Ty placed one hand on the back of Cajia's neck and the other on her back.
"Freak!" Nort was 6 years old. He had just played tag with his friends. He had been runnig on the ground like a dog and tackled the boy. He lightly bit the boy's shoulder. The boys mother ran up and shoved Nort off the boy. "Stay away from my son, you...you freak!" the other parents agreed, getting their kids and walking off.
Ty kissed her back.
Her, my father, everyone.
"It is okay."
Nort looked at her.
"You had me worried."
Nort waited for her to finish.
Ty frowned.
"Then why did you lean back?"
Nort moved his hand, holding it in front of him. "Fear in a single touch."
"i thought I hit a clump."
Nort set his hand next to hers, a finger gently touching her hand.
Not a clump. Ty's hand stopped moving.
No clumps.
"I can't do anything. I can't stop you from hurting yourself."
Ty ran one hand through her hair.
"Yes I am."
"I don't think I am. i know it."
