Torn (Torn Heart) Read Online Free

girlfriend than her. I’ve got the biggest heart when it comes to those I care about. Not to toot my own horn.
    Thanks to my parents. They had set a good example for me. They were loving people and always put me first. My mother worked a lot of hours but she always made sure I got the attention and love I needed. My father was a role model dad, one that most kids would have killed for. He always felt that family was most important and he never failed to show me his love and he even showed Jackson and Jared love too. I wish he were here, during the years that I have to discover who I am and who I want to be. And who I want and need to be for a future partner. I know their mother leaving had screwed things up for them growing up, especially Jackson.
    Jared was a great friend, always. He still is. But in my head and heart, he’s only ever going to be just that. A friend. Someone to confide in. Besides Randa, he’s all I have now. Life sometimes sucks when you don’t have a lot of friends. But that was the path I chose to take, a path that I was confident I wouldn’t regret. And though I don’t regret taking up art and painting, I do regret not having others to share it with. I just like the bubble I created for myself. It’s hard to know who to trust. Even if he’s changed, I know I could always trust Jackson, though.
    Jared stiffens next to me, then pats me on the back and gets up, making the swing teeter back and forth beneath his weight. He stretches and rolls his head, popping his neck a few times. I wince at the sound. “Ugh, you’re going to get arthritis , my friend.”
    “I probably already have it.” That’s so true. He’s always popping something whether it’s his fingers, neck, back or knees. Oh and knuckles too. Just the cracking sound makes me cringe.
    “Hey, I’ll drive you home.” He lifts off the swing.
    I shake my head, “No I’d like to walk home today.” I did walk over here, plus a walk with the cool breeze hitting my face sounds pretty great right now. I get up and start strolling down the steps. I look back at Jared and say, “You can walk with me. Exercise is good for the body.”
    He joins me . And with a teasing smirk, he asks, “Are you trying to be all therapeutic on me, now?”
    “Well, my mom is a nurse, you know.” I shoot back, even though it’s not exactly the same field.
    “Touché.” He retorts.
    We walk with a steady pace in silence. Across the way, I see the park that is filled with special memories of Jackson and me. We called it our park, because in a way, it was. We went there every day after school and played for hours on the playground or soccer. It’s also the place where we first kiss…we were five, but still. We did some exploring and I have to say, it was bizarre. We were both nervous and had no idea what we were doing. But even after that fiasco, we went back to being the same kids. We never let that day affect us.
    “Hey,” I speak through the silence, “I’m gonna hang out at the park for a little bit.”
    We stop walking and Jared looks at the park and then back at me. He scratches his head for a minute, “Do you want some company?”
    I ponder the idea of having him tag along, but then I shake my head. “Nah, I think I just wanna be alone for now. I come here when I wanna think and I need to think about some stuff.”
    “Are you sure?” He asks once more. When I nod, he wraps an arm around my shoulder.  He’s much taller than me, probably standing at six-foot-two. I’m just five feet-three. I hug him, silently thanking for his presence and comfort. He pulls away and smiles. “If you ne ed me, don’t hesitate to call.”
    “Thanks.” I watch him walk away before heading to the park. I sit at the top of the slide and look out at the houses, wondering what I plan to do with my life. I have ideas, but they’re not set in stone. Though once I graduate, I plan on moving to New York and going to art school there. That’s still up in the air.