This is my story again and picks up where last I left off, so if you haven't read that part yet, you might want to read it before this post.

"I don't know," I said slowly, my voice getting more and more abashed with every moment that I though about that it. The fact that there was this much turmoil and confusion inside me because of someone who I barely knew. Ave would probably call it "love at first sight" or some such nonsense, but I had never held much stock in that. I had even held it against William Shakespeare himself for having written something so disgusting as Romeo and Juliet.
"Well, maybe he isn't Jewish, maybe his parents are Christian and want to allude to the Old Testament, or maybe they just like the name," she said, trying to make me feel better.
"Thanks, but I don't even know if I have any feelings for this guy; after all, I only met him today."
"Juliet met Romeo less than a week before she married him and killed herself over his death!" she exclaimed, again trying to make me feel better, forgetting for a moment that I detest Romeo and Juliet.
"Ugh."

He was standing over me as I woke from a dreamless sleep. "Isaac?" I asked, very confused and slightly disoriented. I lay on my bed with my long, blond hair sprawled everywhere over my face. He leaned very close, brushed the hair from my face and gently pressed his lips against mine.
I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I laced my fingers through some of his thick, brown locks. He slid one hand beneath the small of my back and the other below my head. I removed my right hand from his hair and with it started to unbutton his shirt.
My door slammed against the wall with a loud enough noise that I'm sure the door knob put a hole in my it. My father was the first to come in. His expression when he saw me was a mixture of shock, horror, sadness, but most of all, disappointment. Adolph followed into the room soon after.
"Dirty Jew!" my brother spat at me.
Isaac was suddenly gone, but I wanted so badly for him to return, so badly for it to be like before we were interrupted by my father and brother. So badly that I was shaking and crying as they stood there yelling at me for disgracing myself with a Jew.
"Heidi! Heidi! wake up! What's wrong!?" Ave was shaking me awake, I was crying so hard. I woke up and just cried into her shest while she stroked my hair until I fell back asleep.




****If you couldn't catch it, from the time he was standng over her until Ave kept saying "Heidi! Heidi!" was all a dream, which I explain later on, but not now.****