Free My Little Rabbit by James DeSantis Page A

tongue stopping on his
nose and goes up higher and higher, till it reaches well above his
head. It's almost comedic in a way. Except for the part where I'm
terrified.
“Get away from me,” I finally mutter.
    He begins to giggle. Not laugh, but giggle,
like a little schoolgirl. My anger flares up as I look back at him.
Why does he not approach?
“Stop laughing!” I shout.
    His giggles become louder.
    “I said, stop laughing at me!” I roar.
    His giggles begin to slow down to the point
of coming to a complete halt. “Why, my little rabbit? Are you
scared you'll remember?”
    “Remember?” I question.
    “Yes, my my, how time goes by. You don't
wanna come face to face with high tides, but the lies built upon
lies, will get you caught like flies.”
    I back away. “You're a psycho.”
    “Oh, am I?” His teeth show, razor sharp.
    “Just stay the hell away from me.” This whole
time I'm backing up, not even looking behind to where I'm
going.
    “We can only run so long before you're
caught. Little rabbit...don't wonder too far into the field. You
might not like what you see.” The giggles are replaced with a heavy
laugh.
    I turn and run.

Sister
     
     
    As I ran I recalled how I ended up here. My
sister was coming in to town despite my advice to stay back home.
She told me that was nonsense, that she needed some alone time with
her little sister. I was completely against the idea, but it's hard
to keep someone away when they're dying to see you. So I
reluctantly made arrangements for her stay. Cleared out a room, put
some food in the fridge, even cleaned the bathroom. Anything to
make her trip comfortable (and less of a chance of my getting a
headache.)
    She came in last night at around nine
o'clock. As her car pulled up Rocko, my eighty-pound lab, began
barking furiously at the door. Funny enough even if it was someone
coming to do harm he'd probably jump up on the burglar and give
them a big fat kiss. I pulled his collar and pushed him to the
side, opening the door to let her in.
    “Oh, look at you,” she squealed as she rushes
in for a hug. Her grip is tight, and her hands easily fit around my
body as she squeezed. “I've missed you so much!” I feel deaf from
her excitement. Rocko was jumping up and down on us with his new
energy of love that he must share.
    She let go and bended to pet Rocko. I shifted
my shoulders, rubbing my body, and nodded. “I missed you too.”
    “Yeah? Sure don't sound like it on the
phone.”
    I groaned. “I just wanted to spend some time
alone.”
    “You mean more time? All you've been doing is
spending time alone.”
    “Yeah, that's my choice. I'm an adult,
remember?”
    She stood up and flicked my forehead. “Yeah,
I remember. Just try to keep in mind that you have people who care
about you and love you. Including your sister.” She walked in
further and took a tour of the place for herself. I shut the door
behind her, looked at Rocko, and shook my head.
    “Bad idea boy, bad idea.”
    We eventually ended up in the living room
after she commented on how nice my kitchen was (yeah right) and how
much she loved the color I picked for my bedroom (lies). As we sat
down she got herself comfortable and smiled at me. I smiled back,
trying not to stare into her eyes for too long.
    “Well, do you want to talk about--”
    “No.” I answered quickly. “How is Derek?
Sam?” I quickly bounced back.
    “Fine,” she answered quickly.
    “Good.” I did care about my brother-in-law
and nephew, but it was more of a diversion.
    “Listen, I know it's tough--”
    “Meg, just drop it, okay?” I said
sternly.
    “I'm here to help.”
    “I don't need your help.”
    “You put all this pressure on yourself.
Why?”
    I rubbed my temple with both fingers. “You
really don't like taking no for an answer do you?”
    “I just want to figure this out.”
    I stood up and shook my
head. “You just want everything to fall into your lap so you
can fix it.” I
began to walk towards the