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garage. My whole body starts trembling. They’re going to win. And I’m finding it harder and harder to not let them.
    “You know what you need to do. You need to come up with a hobby. Something to do while Hunter plays with his friends so you don’t feel all those things. Think about it. Think about something that you’d find comfort in we’ll get everything for you to do that.”
    “A hobby,” I ask, skeptically.
    “Yes, honey, it can be anything you like doing. But it can’t involve Hunter. It’s what you can do without him so you don’t miss him so much. You think about it and I’ll go check on supper. Daddy can pick up any supplies you need. You just have to tell us what you want.”
    Nodding my head, my mom goes inside. Staring at the closed door for a moment, I think about what Mom has just said. How was a hobby supposed to make me not miss Hunter when he wasn’t around? He’s my best friend. My only friend. How would any stupid hobby replace a person?
    Hunter won’t be around forever. He’ll grow tired of your ugliness, your stupidity, your freakish ways. Soon, he’ll stop coming around all together. Retards aren’t meant to enjoy life. All they do is suck it from others, one of the bad people hisses from by the garage.
    “He will not,” I say staring at his house, but not feeling the convictions in my own words.
    No one stays around you. When will you see that no one ever will, the bad voice snarls at me.
    Tears well in my eyes. What if the bad voice is right? What if Hunter leaves me like everyone else? Worse yet, what if he sees me how everyone else does?
    Standing, I walk off the porch holding Miss Lily extra close with the bad voice so close. He was really rather ugly. Sometimes I wonder if that’s because of the ugly words he says all the time.
    Walking to the edge of the driveway, I stare at their house. “He should run from me,” I kiss Miss Lily on the top of her head.
    The day Hunter gave this to me, I was in tears. Miss Molly was falling apart and we couldn’t fix her anymore. Old age caught up to her. She promised me there’d be someone new to protect me and to just be patient before she died. Hunter came over the next day and gave me Miss Lily. He sprayed it with his cologne and kissed the top of her head before handing her to me.
    Taking a deep breath, I still smelled the faint scent of his cologne. Smiling softly, I remember his softly spoken words when we buried Miss Molly. He promised he’d protect me from now on. So when he handed me Miss Lily, he said that she’d always smell like he was with me and hopefully offer me comfort. She has.
    “Miss Lily, we won’t lose him right?”
    I think he will be with us for a very long time.
    “Why do you think that?” I ask her never taking my eyes off his house.
    Because I think he feels the same way you do about him.
    I gasp and look down at her. She just smiles at me. Could he really feel the same about me? Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I feel for him exactly, but it was more than just friendship, I think. I’m afraid to talk to Mom and Dad about it in fear they’d keep him away from me. I don’t want to lose him. Actually, I’m not sure I could handle losing him.
    Just then I saw him and another kid walking toward my direction. The biggest smile spreads across my face and the bad voice shuts up and disappears from sight. Running toward him, I scream in excitement. I stop short when I realize there wasn’t a kind face on the boy he was with. He was bad.
    Yes, Jessa, he’s a bad one. Don’t worry. Hunter is right here.
    Stepping back quickly when he reached his hand out toward me and got closer, I hug Miss Lily tighter. The guy starts telling me the same thing every other person that I’ve ever met has said to me. Hunter stands in front of him, his fists clenched at his sides urging me to go home.
    Run! Run, Jessa while Hunter has the bad person away from you.
    But what if Hunter was hurt protecting me? The thought scares