Forbidden Love

Chapter 19 (Part 2): No Place Like Home

Here is the second part to ch 19 :)

Sorry for waiting till almost the last minute to post this but I didn't have much of a choice because I've been busy. 

In my opinion, between both part 1 and part 2 of this ch, part 2 is definently my favorite. We'll see if you guys agree :)

“Hmm…let’s see…” He began.

I waited patiently while he tried to recall all the information.

“I met Angela a few years back. Our parents introduced us when we were sixteen. We became good friends. We hung out a lot and I guess people see things the wrong way and assume we are a couple. I told you, Angela and I are just friends, I promise.”

I sat silently and thought about everything he had just told me.

I felt embarrassed that I had overreacted.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you earlier.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Riley moved his shoulder and I lifted my head up. He gently leaned in and gave me a light kiss on my forehead.

“When was the last time you ate?” Riley asked as he reached for the picnic basket lying on the grass.

“You know what…I can’t remember.” I searched my memory but couldn’t find a trace of me eating anything. The only thing I remembered was some saltine crackers Gloria had fed me yesterday and I wasn’t sure if you could call that a meal.

“Let’s eat and then how about we go back home?” he suggested.

“That sounds perfect.” I agreed with a smile.

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He held the door open wide and inviting. He gestured for me to enter first with a wave of his hand directing me inside.

“Ladies first.” He added politely.

I nodded my head in appreciation before stepping across the threshold.

Once in Riley’s room, I noticed a drastic change in scenery since the last time I had been here.

The bed was the first thing that caught my eye. Sheets were mangled together, twisted in giant knots and thrown around. I had never seen his bed unmade before.

As if the bed wasn’t bad enough, Riley’s desk was ten times worse. Glass bottles lay absolutely everywhere. At least three were tossed around on the desk, with another seven around the wooden legs.

“I didn’t know you drink.” My voice was just a whisper, barely even audible. I was so in shock. Riley never drank, ever. Even at balls he would avoid alcohol at all costs. How well did I really know Riley?

“Oh…I…ummm…” Riley stumbled for words behind me as I stared wide-eyed in bewilderment at the scene.

I heard a soft click of the door lock sliding into place and knew he had closed it.

“Kaitlynn, I know what you must be thinking.”

“You have no idea…”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the empty bottles still reeking with the after smell of beer.

“Kaitlynn I…” Riley was still fumbling with his words. Whatever he was about to say was clearly hard for him. I braced myself for the worst.

“I don’t drink.” He said blankly.