Destined ||EDITING||

12. Needed of warmth

After being sexually harassed by Antwan York, my ex-boyfriend , I went to my brother's grandparents' house to give him a visit, since he was still under house arrest. To my surprise, my brother was no where to be found. His grandparents tell me between tears that he was imprisoned until further notice. As the days passed by I didn't receive a single call from his mother, Mikaela. I truly thought that she hated me after the whole incident and that's why I didn't dare to call her. No one has asked me about my mother's last words. She clearly told me that Mikaela was the responsible for my father's murder, but for now there seems to be no concrete proof. The interrogations I went through confirmed that I was completely useless for the case since I didn't have valuable information that could help solve it.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes after hearing my alarm. I reach for my phone and dismiss the alarm. It was December twenty-first and it was 8am. I look next to me and realize that I had fallen asleep while holding my guiar. After slowing sitting up, I yawn and then run a hand through my lose hair. On my desk laid a note that Ash left me after Antwan came to my house. After crying in his arms, I fell asleep and he carried me all the way to my room. I think that was about a week ago...I get out of bed and walk towards my desk.

Ash's just crazy.

I slowly pick the note and re-read it. His words had probably influenced me to to reach for my guitar again. In comparison to every other house in my neighborhood, my house was still dark. Christmas was coming soon and my house didn't even have any decorations outside and less a Christmas tree in the living room. I bite my lip as I remember how my mother usually asked for my helot to decorate the Christmas tree, but now there was no mom and no dad to suggest any ideas. I clench my fists tightly, walk towards my bed, grab the guitar and leave my room.

. . .

I drive to town and decide to walk around. My head was covered with a grey beanie, my neck wrapped with the scarf that Ash lent me the last time I saw him, fingerless gloves to warm up my hands and a light brown cost so I didn't freeze to death. Black boots covered my feet and my guitar case hung from my shoulders. Every street corner was decorated with lights. Everyone hung in couples looking extremely happy because Christmas was very close by, but not me. I make my way to the park where my father was murdered and sit down on a near by bench. I take my guitar from its case a let out a long and heavy sight.

What am I even doing...?

. . .

{ASH'S POV}

My alarm is ringing. I try to reach my cellphone, but I simply and fall off my bed instead. The cellphone falls on my head and I get irritated by starting my morning in such way. I stand up, stretch and yawn all the way to the bathroom. The mirror makes me realize that I am a mess. Obviously I have bed hair, my eyes were barely opened and I was so clumsy that I even bumped with the sink. I wash my face, brush my teeth and then do my best to fix my hair so I don't give her a scare. I make my way downstairs and spot my mother getting ready to leave the house.

-"Where are you going so early in the morning?"- I ask while running a hand through my hair.

-"It should be blatant. I'm running late."-she answers.

I look at the clock and notice that it's already eight in the morning. She gives me a quick kiss in the cheek and immediately heads out of the house. The smell of coffee fills the air and I make my way to the kitchen. There is a plate on the table filled with French toast. I pour myself some coffee and dig in. My eyes fall upon the calendar that hung on the white wall on my left.

It's December twenty-first already?

I have been hanging around Riki so much that I've lost track of time. As soon as I finish my breakfast, I wash the things I used and placed them on the other side of the sink to let them dry. I make my way to my room, fetch some clothes and head to the bathroom where begin filling the tub with hit water. After filling the tub, I get in and decide to relax. Then, a flashback hits my mind faster than lighting. I was immediately reminded of the Riki and Antwan.

-"Who does he think he is?!"- my British accent comes back as I complain out loud. "He's just playing with Riki's mind while knowing that she's still hurt! Has he lost the plot?!"

After witnessing that Antwan is completely gormless and, most probably a sexual predator, just thinking that he exists makes my blood boil.

What did Riki ever see in that git?

I sigh as I remember the rumors I'd heard in town after visiting Riki a couple of times. Antwan York used to be a sweet guy to Riki and even very helpful to her. Her parents never approved of him still and he got angry with them. Even if I'm aware of this, it still doesn't make any sense.

If he had allegedly gotten himself a new girlfriend and moved on...Why would he be glad to know that Riki's parents were dead and thought he even had a chance with her?

After taking a bath, I get dress and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is still a bit damp after the bath, but I really don't care. I shave, wash my teeth - again - and then fix my hair. After that I go downstairs, put on my shoes and, just before heading to the entrance I look up at the Christmas tree that decorated the center of our living room. In comparison to Riki's place, she hasn't decorated yet and doesn't even have someone to spend her holidays with. And so I decide to look for Riki.

. . .

I was about to park my car when I spot Riki in front of her house.

Should I stay here or should I go greet her?

After coming all the way to her house, I still had no clue on what to do next. All I was certain of was that I need to know how she is doing. Suddenly, I hear a click on the front door. Riki was actually locks her car and then hops into her car along with a guitar hanging from her shoulders. This actually took me by surprise. A smile spreads on my face and she drives away.