Forever You(Forever Black #2)By: Sandi Lynn
I met Amanda through a friend. I was 18 years old, and she had just turned 17. She was a cute girl
with long brown hair, a nice curvy body, and tits that were to die for. I could tell she liked me right
from the start. We were at a party the night we met, and we sat near the bonfire. Amanda and I bonded
that night, and I had also learned of her twin sister named Ashlyn. We talked for what seemed like
hours about our families, goals, and dreams. I took her home, and we exchanged phone numbers.
Little did I know, this new relationship would change my life forever.
We went out at least three times a week, usually on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. When I
wasn’t busy working with my father over at Black Enterprises, I would occasionally stop by
Amanda’s house during the week and spend a couple of hours with her. Things started out great for
us. I really liked Amanda. The sex was great and there was a lot of it. Everything was good until I
started talking about going away to college. She would freak out and make me promise her to call her
every day and that I wouldn’t look at other girls. Every time I would try to go out with my friends, she
would get upset and start to cry. She accused me of not wanting to spend time with her and that I put
others before her. I tried to explain that I wanted to see my friends every once in a while and that it’s
not healthy spending every waking moment together. Amanda disagreed and frequently accused me of
cheating on her if I didn’t answer her calls right away.
I felt as though I was being suffocated. I couldn’t have any time to myself, and her behavior was
erratic. She told me every day how much she loved me and that she could never live without me. She
said we’d be together forever and that nothing would ever separate us. I didn’t love Amanda. I liked
her, but I wasn’t in love with her. I wasn’t even sure what love was. The day I tried to end the
relationship, Amanda told me that she might be pregnant. A million horrible thoughts ran through my
mind, and I couldn’t see myself being tied to this girl for the rest of my life. Luckily, the pregnancy
turned out to be a lie. I had a long talk with her sister Ashlyn; she told me that Amanda was fine and
that I just needed to be patient with her.
I finally reached the breaking point one day when I went to dinner with a group of friends. Amanda
found me and caused a scene in the middle of the restaurant. I took her outside to try and calm her
down, but nothing worked. I didn’t have feelings for her anymore, and I could barely stand to look at
her. I broke up with her. I had told her that I’d had enough, that it was over between us, and to never
call me again. I left her standing on the street crying. I had no choice; she was crazy, and she needed
I received a call from Amanda two days later; she wanted me to come over to talk. As far as I was
concerned, there was nothing to talk about. I broke up with her, and I didn’t want to discuss it
anymore. She cried and begged me to come over. She said that she had one last thing to talk to me
about, and then she would accept that we were over. She told me to wait about an hour because she
wasn’t home yet. An hour had passed when I pulled up in her driveway. I knocked on the door, but
there was no answer. I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. Noticing the door
was unlocked, I pushed it opened, walked in, and looked around. I called her name, but didn’t get a
response. I slowly walked up the stairs and stopped in front of her closed bedroom door. I put my
hand on the knob and slowly turned it as I pushed the door open. I gasped at the sight that was before
me, Amanda lying on the floor in a pool of blood, and a razor blade lying next to her. I ran over and
put my arms under her. “Why did you do it Amanda? Why?” I sobbed as I held her lifeless body in my
arms, covered in blood and shaking, as the tears wouldn’t stop pouring from my eyes. My heart was
racing, and my body went numb. Suddenly, I saw a shadow in the doorway. I looked up as Ashlyn
knelt down beside me and stared at her twin sister.
“Amanda, how could you do this to me?!” she screamed at her. “We had so many plans. We were
going to backpack in Europe together,” Ashlyn cried as she hovered over Amanda’s body and shook
her by her shoulders. I pushed her away and yelled at her to stop.
Ashlyn slowly got up from the floor and walked over to the dresser where she found a letter from
Amanda. She picked up the piece of paper and looked at me with uneasiness in her eyes. I slowly
released Amanda, stood up, and walked over to Ashlyn where I took the piece of paper from her.
You are the love of my life. I’ve never felt this way before about someone. You gave me hope. A
hope I needed to get through life. When we’re apart, I’m empty inside and lonely. I thought you
were the one who was going to save me from myself. I love you more than life itself, but if I can’t
have you, and we can’t be together, then I no longer want to live this life. I’m sorry it has to be
this way, but you have no one to blame but yourself. I couldn’t go on without you in my life. Please
tell Ashlyn I love her and that I’m sorry.
I stood there with the note in my hand while Ashlyn sobbed. I walked over to comfort her as she
held up her finger and spoke to me in a harsh tone.
“It’s all your fault that my sister’s dead. All you had to do was love her and she’d still be here!”
That day changed my life forever.