Mine

Night Meeting

Thanks everyone that has read this story and for sticking around and having patience with me. I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a long time, I've been busy lately but I'll try to upload faster....

Oh and this chapter is dedicated to BandGeek1428, thanks. :) <3

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I went into the restroom with my pajamas in hand, ready to take a quick shower but I knew that I was probably going to be in there for a while when I felt the warm water inviting me. The water was hot but it felt right as it untangled my sore muscles. Nowadays my body felt sore for no apparent reason and I found the only two things that would help slightly were hot showers and running. I felt like an old person, my body felt heavy but that could be because I was tired. 

I shampooed my hair and turned the water off once I was done. I stepped out and dried myself out with a towel before quickly getting dressed into my blue and purple pajamas; the pants were blue and the tank top was purple, it was a present from Aunt Linda (no surprise there). 

I whipped the mirror from the fog that had gathered and looked at myself, there were purple bags under my eyes and I looked pale almost sick. I combed my hair with the my brush before ruffling my hair with the towel.

"There's no reason to look nice, it was just Toby, no one special." I reasoned with myself but the knot in my stomach told me otherwise. 'That knot could just be form the sore muscles.' I dismissed it knowing very well the real reason why it was there.

I brushed my teeth quickly before opening the door as slowly as possible. I don't know if I expected for someone to be in my room but once the door was wide open I could see that the room was empty. There was no one there just my bed and my usual things. I let a breath I didn't know I was holding and the knot instantly disappeared easing up. 

I cleaned up the clothes that were in the ground and put them either in the dirty clothes hamper or in its place in the drawers while I waited for Toby to come. After about twenty minutes of waiting I finally realized that he might not be coming so I got under my covers and turned off the light. This time I let the sleep take over I was ready for the nightmare.

"Skylar." I felt someones hand on me shaking me awake. I could tell it was guy form his voice and the hand that had shaken me awake was heavy. I could feel where the bed dipped almost at the other side of me, I quickly calculated how much time I would have before he realized I was awake. I creeped my hand to my dresser grabbing the brush I had left there and I threw it at the direction where I imagined him to be.

"Ouch." I heard the brush hit him and then fall to the floor. I then realized that he wasn't making a move towards me and I knew that he wasn't going to harm me. I sat up and turned on my lamp and saw Toby rubbing his head.

"You know you shouldn't surprise s-s-someone like that." I stuttered once I could find my voice, I could feel the knot coming back and it tightened when I realized how near he was. He stared at me  like as if  he was examining me. He was wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants, there was something in his shirt that caught my attention. It looked like a stain, it was sort of red , maybe spaghetti sauce.

"Is it always this bad?" He snapped me out of my thoughts. "What is?" I asked avoiding looking at his face knowing that the knot would get painfully tighter. "You know damn well what i'm talking about." He stated.  "No I don't, that's why i'm asking." I answered him in the same tone still not looking up, choosing to stick by my decision and deny everything.

"You may be able to fool everyone else but you can't fool me." He pulled my chin up and I could almost see a flare of anger in his eyes. The knot kept getting tighter and tighter by the seconds as I looked into his eyes. Damn the control and reaction he had over me. Suddenly I was angry too, I didn't know whom I was angrier at, at him for having control over me or at me for letting him get me like this.