The Broken Promise (P11)

His mouth gaped, eyes widened.
I looked away again.
Heather was mortified.
He still held my wrist, tight. He wouldn't let go. The harder I pulled, the tighter his grasp.
He kept looking at my cuts, eyes blank, mouth open.
I immediately felt horrible for what I said.
Finally, he let go, as our other friend's car pulled into the parking lot.
"Look, Carrie's here!" Heather cried, like nothing had just happened.
"Please," Paul whispered after a moment. "Emily, please."
He reached forward, took my wrist and hand, and squeezed them both gently.
"No more of this."
I looked into his bright blue eyes.
"I learned my lesson," I said softly. "I promise. I won't ever do it again."
He let go, but he still wasn't happy.
And, then again, neither was I.