Chapter Fourteen:
Tony’s POV
When I woke up, she was gone.
My lips were tugged into a little smile before I opened my eyes, expecting to see her there in my arms. She had to be there…I could smell honeysuckles. And there was no way she could’ve gotten out of the handcuffs. My eyelids crawled open, anticipation racked me…but she wasn’t there.
I’d been hugging a pillow. I threw it across the room in annoyance. Shit. I glanced at the handcuffs…somehow she’d gotten out of them. But they weren’t broken…could she really have just slipped through them? God I’m going crazy…was she even actually here last night? But then I saw a note placed on the bed where she’d been sleeping.
Tony,
Had to leave. Whoops.
My smile disappeared to confusion. Really Lilah.
I mean who the f*ck does that.
How do you just slip out of handcuffs and then disappear? And then leave a note with five words scribbled onto it?
“Ooohhh she’s a little runaway.”
As if on cue I noticed the song playing quietly from my iPod. Runaway by Bon Jovi. Perfect timing for how I felt. I couldn’t help but burst into a laugh. Damn, she’s one hell of a girl. She really knows how to make me think.
I shook the stupid grin off my face and jumped out of bed. It was probably around 12:00…the sun seemed to be pretty high when I glanced out the window. My dad was definitely still not home…his ‘work meetings’ usually lasted for longer than he said they would. He usually picked up a few chicks along the way and stayed with them for a while. God, I didn’t want to be like him. I know I’m different. I know I can change.
I changed into some jeans and a loose black muscle tank.
Had to leave. Whoops.
I can just picture her saying it with that teasing little smile on her face.
Not really sure what to do, I grabbed my motorcycle key and was about to head over to James’s house. I really needed to get the f*cking handcuffs off, and he was the only one who had the key.
As I went down the stairs, slipped into my skate shoes, and opened the front door, I heard music. It wasn’t like the music Lilah listened to…it was newer. Sort of like pop. A badass song. Kyla.
“I’m feeling pretty dirty baby, forgive my sins. I get the feeling you can save me honey, my heroine,” the music pounded from Kyla’s sleek black Ferrari.
I glanced at the car and instinctively shook my head and made straight for my motorcycle. I was done with that chick. So why did she keep coming back?
Kyla stepped out from her car. I couldn’t help but stare. She was wearing a tight dark-red dress with a leather jacket and tall black boots. She pulled the cigarette from her lips, threw it to the ground, and grinded it into the asphalt. Dammit she was hot. I leaned back carelessly on my motorcycle and waited. I had no clue why she was here, and I honestly didn’t care.
She walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped a little too close, her tan body just barely touching my side. For the first time though, I didn’t want it. I wasn’t interested.
Her piercing green eyes ran fearlessly over my body, and then rested on my face. I’d known her long enough to tell that by the look on her face, she came to tell me something. Gossip. She loved tell me things that I didn’t care about.
“Yeah?” I said, trying not to be too rude. Yeah it was Kyla, but that didn’t mean I should be mean to her.
She leaned against the motorcycle so her face was just half-a-foot away from mine. Whatever. The badass song was still playing like background music from her car.
“There’s this little boy named Landon,” she began, smirking, “Cute kid, really innocent. Have you ever met him?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen him around,” I shrugged, not knowing where she was going with this.
“Well…” she paused, “He’s got a thing for Lilah. I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s adorable.”
“What do you want Kyla,” I groaned.
“That’s just it, Tony. You know what I want. And you know I always get what I want.”
She wanted me. It was obvious. I raised my eyebrows condescendingly.
“Do you know where Lilah went this morning? Where she is right now?” She said.
“What? How do you know about any of this?” My heart picked up speed, but I tried not to show it.
“Oh, babe, you didn’t know that Lilah and I are friends? She told me all about last night and this morning. How you two were handcuffed together and she had to spend the night. She was just using you, Tony. She really had you whipped, and then she walked out.” She laughed sweetly.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, blood pounding through my veins.
“Lilah likes to…how should I put this…play with hearts,” Kyla said. “She already had you head-over-heels, and she got bored. She left this morning to go to Landon’s house. That’s where she is now, doing God knows what with him.”
My breathing was getting heavy and anger coursed through me. I didn’t want to believe her, how could that ever happen? But I knew it had to be true. Nobody else knew about last night other than me and Lilah. Lilah had to have told Kyla. But why? What the f*ck? Nothing made sense. And Landon? REALLY? That goody-goody British piece of shit?
Kyla tugged out her cellphone and read me a text from a few hours ago.
“From: Lilah
Finally got out of Tony’s house. Thanks for telling me about Landon, I’m heading over to his house now. Thankfully Allie won’t be there to see anything.”
Kyla showed me the text, and it was definitely from Lilah because it was her number.
“It’s awful, really. Landon asked Allie out last night. And Allie is Lilah’s best friend. I just can’t believe she would cheat with her best friend’s boyfriend.”
I stood up straight and faced Kyla, madly searching her eyes for lies. Kyla was a great liar. But how could she make up such a detailed story? It made sense, but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it.
“Something about this is f*cked up, Kyla. I don’t believe you. Now can you please leave my house,” I said, expecting her to smile evilly.
But she didn’t. She looked genuinely sorry for me as she turned and went back to her car. That was when I realized she wasn’t lying.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know what to say.
Stop Tony, it’s not any different than all those times Kyla cheated on you. And all those times I cheated on other girls.
Shit, is this really what it felt like to be cheated on?
"Kyla, wait..." I shouted, wanting to ask her more questions.
She took it differently, though.
She walked back over to me, a wicked smile on her lips. Her arms wrapped around my head and her fingers played through my hair as she pressed her lips deeply into mine. I kissed back, so overcome with confusion that I let my insticts take over. My hands traveled along her body.
And it felt so good.
She drew away and laughed a little as she slipped through my grasp, got in her car, and sped away.
"A little bit of lovin', a whole lot of lust," her car played as it disappeared down the street.
Shit. What the hell just happened. Whatever.
Anger and adrenaline rushed through me as I jumped on my motorcycle.
I knew what I was going to do.
Sup everyone!!
It's been about 5 months since i last updated. I'm really sorry, my laptop that I was writing my story on crashed and I had to rewrite this entire chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I'll be updating more often now. LOVE YOU ALL! WOOOOO. and thanks so much for sticking with my story, it means a lot.
So.....what's going on? Comment what you think is actually happening. Is Lilah cheating or is Kyla lying? And the most important question...WHERE IS LILAH? Find out in the next chapter.
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