In a flash, my lips were on hers. I tightened my hands around her waist and ran one up on her leg, pressing her harder against my chest. She tasted like Merlot wine, sweetness with a hint of spice that made my head dive. Her lips are softer than anything I have ever known so far, like biting into cotton candy whilst being weightlessly floating on cloud 9. Her mouth opened, lips parted, and I was never one to leave such a flavor unexplored. The kiss was broken, we were both panting. She murmured something but my ears refused to listen, every part of me wanted the taste. I craved for her because I was slowly becoming an addict, and I didn't want to be the only one. I could have resisted her, but now I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. I slid my tongue inside, exploring her mouth as lifted her off her feet. Her hands now on my hair, pulling me even closer. I could taste her as I wanted more... more... more... Swiftly, I placed my mouth on her neck, kissing, licking as it trails to her ear. I heard her moan softly as her hot breath made my ear fluster. My heart kept pounding harder with every flavor I could taste. I was about to pull her strap down when my phone buzzed vigorously, forcing me to set her down, and we broke apart. Panting with my pulse pounding in my veins, I look into her eyes and she looked back at mine. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her warmth to me. I tasted her mouth and realized I have been starving. I have loved it before, but it never felt like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasted a minute? An hour? I don't know. All I know is this, made me forget the time we were supposed to go. Before I could grab my phone, I kissed her one last time. A deep, long, gentle kiss. Our eyes met each others' as we both smile and blushed heavily from what we had done.
Finally, after a while of blushing and flirting, I took a quick peek on my phone to see who was calling me. My heart sank as I held the phone a few inches away from my face. My whole body stiffened with hands on my mouth, my lips trembled reading the message mom left on my notification after the missed call.
You aren't at Jay's, WHERE ARE YOU TONY?!?....
"I'll go back to the car first, okay?" She tiptoed to reach my cheek where she planted her soft kiss and smiled, in a comforting way. My shoulders slowly became relaxed as if the tension making them straighten a while ago, suddenly left. I debated whether or not I should shoot her another lie instead of saying where and who I am exactly with. Although I hate lying to her especially when she's worried about me being out in the open, particularly here in Downtown Alton, even I would be worried if my son is out here at a time like this. However, I kept thinking about how she discovered that I never was at Jay's house; Maybe she called him? No, she doesn't have his contact number nor his parents' numbers. She must have come there? No, she would never drive alone, she's wise enough to know that it's not safe.
Questions kept pounding my head until I felt a flick of pain. I let out a sigh and walked back to the car, ignoring my desire to reply nor to even view the full message. Upon reaching the car, I noticed Ellie inside on her phone, I could see her lips perked upwards with a flick of her fingers. I started the engine and stepped on the accelerator in hopes of taking Ellie back to her house before 10:00.The skies rumbled and soon after the rain started pouring, marking the end of our night. We neither looked nor talked to each other halfway to her home, she was just staring out the window. I couldn't tell if she was tired or nervous if her mother would be awake to find her missing. I honestly am worried about that setup. What if her mom reports her missing? And cops get involved, and Dad gets involved...
I drove at a safe speed, 25 km/h, the roads may be slippery from the rain so I was being extra careful. We're surrounded by forest left and right, it felt nice to still see a hint of nature just outside such a bustling city.
Just as I was about to turn on the radio, I heard a loud bang, for what seemed like an explosion from right behind us, we veered left and right as I lost control of the steering wheel. The car skidded on the wet surface, I kept stepping on the brakes but it wasn't working anymore. We went off the highway, the trunk hit the huge tree bark causing the car to violently tumble. Extreme pain took over my body; my bones felt like they were being pulled apart, my heart was furiously beating as my lungs are being squeezed. I felt my ribs being forcibly broken together with my insides. I couldn't feel my face, my legs, nor my arms, I couldn't feel whether or not if it was the pain that I was feeling, or was it fear? Panic? Or if I'm breaking out of cold sweat? The car tumbled and tumbled until it hit an enormous dead tree just beside the cliff. The car's head was sticking out over the cliff as the back tires were the only things holding us between life and death. My lungs ventilate and my brain malfunctions to command my whole body to move.
I prayed to whoever is hearing us from above but neither prayers nor miracles could help us in this situation. With all the strength left within me, I slowly turned to look at Ellie. With my red, blurry vision, I was able to catch a glimpse of her with blood oozing from her head and everywhere in her. It was a horrid sight, knowing that this is all my fault. Had I not set the date exactly, today, nor have I listened to my parents, she would have been safe. We would have been. I hear faint bells ringing from a distance, I battled myself to keep my consciousness, awake. I wanted to grab my phone to call for help but my body can't do anything but feel the excruciating pain. I gasp for air, fighting the urge to close my eyes, the urge to surrender to the pain. Little by little, everything became quieter, like someone is turning the volume down, my vision slowly got darker from different colors, to red, to gray. It was peaceful for a moment, quiet like I'm the only one in this place. I spoke... something... I'm not quite sure... until... everything... went...
...BLACK...

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Enigma
Misteri / ThrillerAuthor Violet Cunningham is attempting to publish her 5th Thriller novel. Uncertain of which storyline she wanted to continue, she asked her best friend, Maisy Martinez to pick one from the three. Would they be successful in choosing the best story...