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When I woke up I could tell I had been sleeping for a while due to the stiffness of my body.
“Hey, sleepy head.” I heard come from the front of the small cab. I looked up and could see Logan looking at me through his mirror.
“Hey.” I said though my words came out hoarse.
“Sleep good?” He asked kindly.
“Yeah. Where are we?” I asked him since I didn’t recognize any of my surroundings.
“About an hour from West Port.” He replied matter-of-factly.
So I have a about an hour left of sleep I though as I cuddled deeper into Michaels chest. His arms instinctively tightened around me and I could hear his deep breathing notifying me he was sound asleep. I looked up at his face to find it looking peaceful. How different he looks in his sleep, not a trace of a bitter cold vampire. Looking at Michael I have no idea how someone could go through so much heartache and pain, especially at a young age. I don’t understand how you could beat a child more so your own. Just thinking of someone trying to hurt Michael makes my stomach tighten. It’s his father’s fault he’s the way he is. I put the blame on him one hundred percent. How could I forget, he watched his mother get murdered, by his own father. If that doesn’t fuck someone up I don’t know what will. I know if I saw either of my parents murder the other it would drive me to insanity. I would lose it, snap, just like Michael did. In my heart of hearts I don’t blame Michael for being the way he is, and maybe that’s why I’ve been so forgiving towards him. I sign trying to figure out how to make this ‘thing’ between us work. I know Michael cares for me and I definitely care about him but I know the second I pull up to my house and see my brother I’m not going to want to leave him. Michael’s right maybe going to my house wouldn’t be in my best interest. No, I have to go. I need to get some closer, say goodbye, and try to explain. I can’t leave Ricky high and dry after promising to go home. Suck it up Kris, this is one of those things you just have to do, I though to myself. A sudden loud boom broke me out of my thoughts and took me back to reality. I jumped and looked out the window. It’s raining, since when? And apparently thundering I though when I heard another loud boom. Weather to match my mood, gloomy and sad. I felt Michael stir under me and I looked up in time to see him opening his eyes.
“Hi.” I whispered.
“Hey.” He whispered back kissing me softly on the cheek.
“How did you sleep? You looked pretty peaceful.” I commented.
“Good, but only because your next to me.” He said, a cute grin playing at the edges of his lips.
“Oh really? So I have that effect on you?” I asked him playfully.
“You have no idea the effect you have on me.” He replied seriously while looking into my eyes. I started back with as much intensity as he was showing; I leaned in a little only an inch away from his lips. I could feel his breathing getting rougher as was mine. He leaned in the rest of the distance and crashed his lips onto mine. The feeling I got when his lips touched mine is indescribable. It feels amazing the way his lips move on mine, the passion I feel seeping through. I can’t get enough. I’m addicted. As the kiss started to get rougher I could faintly hear someone clearing their throat.
“Will you two stop it, I’m trying to concentrate on my driving. All I can hear is the both of you sucking each other’s faces off.” Logan interrupted, sounding quite peeved.
“Sorry” I mumbled blushing. Michael just laughed.
“Don’t worry baby we’ll finish this when we get back to my house, and by the way, he’s just jealous.” Michael whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my skin with every word. It made me shiver.
“How much longer Logan?” I asked again.
“About forty-five minutes. Not much longer, now stop asking me.” Logan snapped playfully. I laughed and Michael just shook his head.
I just reached up and kissed his neck, sucking slightly then pulled away smirking lying back in my seat. Michael just gripped my thigh and mouth ‘I’ll get you back later.’ I just grinned slyly and turned to look out the window, watching the rain pour down from the sky like the heavens have opened up their gates letting their sorrows wash the earth.
It was around 2:30 when we arrived in West Port. I suddenly let out a huge amount of breath when we passed by my high school. I really miss my friends, especially my best friend Leah. She’s the best; anyone that meets her instantly loves her she’s just that kind of person, you know? I wish I could see her, she’s been through everything with me; boyfriends, ex-friends, family issues, you name it and she’s been there. I let out a deep sign just thinking about how I missed her. I could feel Michael’s eyes on my but I just kept looking out the window. There’s a part of me that’s mad at Michael for taking my life from me and I don’t think that’s ever going to go away, but I care about him more than I’m angry at him. Does that make any sense? If Michael were to leave me right now I would be heartbroken, shattered, and I don’t think I’d be able to get threw it. That is why whenever I get mad at him for ripping me away from my friends and family, just the thought of running away from him, permanently would be even worse.
“Kristin?” Logan asked gently. Why is he looking at me like that, I though. And that’s when I felt the tears falling from my eyes. I quickly wiped then away and cleared my throat, shaking answering,
“Yeah?”
“Are you alright?” Logan said.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied giving him a weak smile but I knew he saw that it was taking a lot from me.
“Ok.” He said uncertain but dropped it not wanting to push the subject. I smiled gratefully at him threw the rear view mirror. Michael cleared his throat and asked,
“What street do you live on?” he voice sounded a little strangled.
I looked at him but he was just looking straight ahead.
Ok, weird.
“701 Lincoln Avenue.” I answered.
The car made a sharp turn to the left. I looked away from Michael to look out the window. I saw familiar house, some with kids playing in the front, and some belonging to people I’ve known my whole life. Then the car came to a swift stop. I kept my eyes glued to the house before me. The house I grew up in, the house where my family laid just beyond the huge metal door. I quickly reached for the handle of the door and threw it open. I jumped out of the car with such speed I became light-headed from the sudden movement. I just stood there, staring at the Italian style house I’ve been missing for the past four weeks. It was a beautiful three stories, three-car garage home. It reminded me of my family’s house in Italy, that’s where my father was born and raised until he was eight years old. We go there for three weeks every summer and I never get tired of the beauty of it. The outside is built with stoned and tanned color cement, flat roofs, two chimneys, and a bump out tower. I ran to the garage, put in the key code, and checked for any cars.
None.
I guess Ricky’s not home, whatever, I’ll let myself in and wait up in my room until he gets home. I call Michael and Logan over, and explain that nobody is home and that we are going to wait in my room till my brother gets home. They agree and we all walk to the door connecting the house and the garage. After we enter the house I shut the garage doors and turned the alarm back on so just in case someone who’s not my brother comes home they wont get suspicious. I lead Michael and Logan threw the long marbled hallway to the foyer where the front door is. Directly across from the door is the staircase. The staircase is the ones where you could go up from either the left or the right side. Kind of like the stairs from the titanic, but without the divider in the middle. I head up the stairs from the left side with both Logan and Michael in tow. As I approach the top of the stairs I turn left down a long once again marbled hallway. As I reach the second door on the left I stop. The door to my room is closed and seems hauntingly cold. I reach out a shaky hand and grip the handle, closing my eyes I take a deep breath, then slowly I push the door open.
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