For the first time in forever, I woke up feeling refreshed. I quietly sat up in my bed, checking if I was the first awake. Emma was still sound asleep... My bladder quickly let me know it was time to go. The last thing I wanted was to wake Emma; if she is ever woken up by anyone other than herself, she is VERY cranky.
Careful to not disturb the beast, I maneuver carefully out of my room. While I shuffled down the hall, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I remember yesterday. Suddenly, I smacked into someone who was quick to steady me.
"T-thanks!" I looked up, and my heart skipped. Zack was in his sweatpants, rocking the bed-head look. He gives a slight smile, but his eyes seemed to be looking through me, rather than at me. He just walks past me without saying a word.
Did I do something wrong? Am I the only one that felt something during that kiss? Am I not good enough for him? I try to shove all the thoughts away and keep walking down the hall to the bathroom.
As soon as I get in there, I grab a towel and turn on the water activating the showerhead. I move away, letting it warm up. I look into the mirror and grimace at the sight of me; if only I were prettier. My eyes have dark circles around them, my posture was lazy, and I always seem to look gloomy.
I sigh, turning around and pull back the curtain. I feel the hot water hitting the muscles in my shoulder and washing over my scars. Why did Zack just ignore me like that? I mean, I don't think we are a couple or anything, but... his look gave me a weird feeling just now.
I sighed, leaning over to grab my shampoo bottle. Just as I close my eyes to rub the soap through my hair, a set of bright lights blind me. A horn just starts to go off before I shoot my eyes back open. I look around, telling myself over and over again that I am fine. I am safe in my bathroom.
My hands shook as I placed them against the wall, sliding down into a fetal position. My eyes burned from the soap running over my face, but I quietly sobbed for a different reason. No matter how many times I relive that moment, I will never forget those last few, miserable seconds with my dad. My scars seemed to throb as I buried my head in my hands. My fingers dug into my skin, making sure no part of my ugly cry saw the light.
Ryder's P.O.V
I open my eyes slowly, squinting at the light shining through. I reach over and move Alison's arm from around me, being careful not to wake her from her slumber. I set up slowly, reaching over and grabbing my pants and shirt off the floor, slipping them on and reaching for my shoes. I barely got the second one on as a pair of arms slip around my waist.
I hear Alison's nasally voice, "Mmmmm~ baby, where do you think you're going?"
I guess my attempts not to wake her were futile. I reach over and remove her hands from me once again, pulling on my last shoe. I stand up quickly before she can wrap her arms back around me.
"Your parents are going to be home soon so I think it's time for me to leave." My eyes look heavily at her window, my escape. She lets out a wine that she thinks is cute but it just annoys the hell out of me. Don't get me wrong; she's hot as hell but her personality just ruins that sometimes.
Maybe I just keep her around for the company or the fact that I feel bad for her, I'm not sure. Maybe it's both. I crawl out of her window and run across the street, hopping on the only thing that I truly love. My Harley-Davidson.
The morning dew running off its beautifully glossy, cherry-red paint. It's the only thing in my life that I can truly call my own. I've been working since I was 12 years old and saved every penny I got. I turn it on and just listen to its engine purr, feeling my bike vibrating under me. I get that same adrenaline rush right before I take-off.
I put my helmet on and go. Feeling as the bike starts picking up speed and the power behind it, as I am racing down the road and feeling that freedom I always feel when it's just me and my bike. I imagine myself just going and never stopping... but instead I am heading off to my house. to take a shower and change before my dad wakes up.
I crawl through my bedroom window; it seems to be the only way I can ever enter or leave my house... I try to look back at a time when I didn't, but it's kind of hard to do so. It just seems like a waste of time on my part. There really is never a point in looking back at old memories. It's best if you just look forward and forget the past. It's what has gotten me this far at least.
I walk into my bathroom and turn on the shower. As the water warms up, I walk back into my room to grab a towel and some clean clothes. I toss them on the rack and strip down in the bathroom. Turning around, I look at the scars on my back in the mirror. Memories tried resurfacing but I shook it off and jumped in the shower.
Hot water hits my skin and I take a moment to enjoy the only place I can ever find some peace and quiet. I run soap through my hair, feeling it run down my back. My mind drifts off while I try to feel clean, but it seems no matter how many showers or baths I take, I know I'll never feel completely clean.
I stood there for a good 30 minutes, just letting the water relax me completely. Forcing myself to end the shower, I shut the water off. As I'm drying myself off my phone goes off in my dirty pants pocket... I grab my clean clothes, yanking them on and reaching into the pocket of the dirty ones. I dry my hands to unlock my phone and see who texts me.
Derek: Hey wya?
Me: Just got home. U?
Derek: Oh? Let me guess... Alison?
Me: U caught me
Derek: LMFAO! Well since you wasted your morning on her lets not waste your night on her. Chris is throwing a little back to school party ♫🍺 lets check it out
I pause for a moment, contemplating if I could really refuse. I had to rewrite my replay a few times before just giving up on a simple word.
Me: ok
Derek: Cool. We can look for some new ass tonight, you know how all the girls try to get something extra in before it ends if you know what I mean 8=D anyway get your ass over to my house
Me: What the hell Derek? I didn't know you were so short. "More of a grower than a shower" is what you tell them hoes you cheatin?
I laugh putting my phone in my pocket, Derek can be such an easy target sometimes. He's had a bad life and made some bad decisions, but I always try to have his back; especially after the incident. I hear a noise coming from the kitchen.
My skin crawls and I hurry up, my body shaking with anxiousness. Walking out the bathroom door, I steel my nerves and head towards the noise. I see my dad pouring himself a bowl of cereal, looking like he hasn't fully woken up yet.
I cautiously walked backward, hoping he didn't notice me. Like a prey sees a predator before being spotted. I make a quick exit out of my bedroom window and get back on my bike. My heart was racing and my hands shook, fumbling my keys.
I nearly gasp out loud when my baby roars alive. 'Get me the fuck out of here, Candy' I speak internally. The further away I got from my house, the better I felt. I cursed myself for not leaving earlier. That was too close.
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Mr bad boy Ryder Bentley! Such a hottie! So who is this Alison chick that is all over him? Seems his friend Derek just doesn't like her! Even I don't like her at this point ): Any guys sorry again for this being short! I will try and make them longer again still! I love you guys and you know the drill! Leave a comment and a heart! :)
Xoxo Night <3