She had never meant anything to him
Until she meant everything to him
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Sylvia Hale is ready to start a new life. Finally, she is in Merlac University, away from all the trauma she's experienced. She decides it's time to stop being miserable an...
*** Small Trigger Warning : Violence/Assualt/ PTSD***
He drove fast.
Oh, it was damn fast.
I let out a small squeal as we sped through the city. Brady was bent over the bike, forcing me to do the same. My hands were clenched tight around his waist. I couldn't care less about how I held him like a lover would. All I cared about right this moment was not falling off his stupid bike.
I felt Brady's shoulders shaking slightly with laughter.
" Remind me again, why did I agree to this?" I screamed over the screeching wind. My cheek was pressed to his hard back, eyes naturally shutting because of the strong wind.
" Because I'm a great person." Brady yelled back
" Both of you twins have nothing in common except your over- egos. Thinking too highly of yourself." I yelled back with a scorn.
" It's what makes us special," he said. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
Why did I have to get involved in all this?
The bike lurched forward as the green light appeared. I pounded a fist on his back, letting him know I was absolutely not enjoying this. Or was I?
" Admit it. You love it." he declared with a loud voice.
" Didn't I just hit you? Right. According to you, that's a great sign of me loving it." I remarked sarcastically
" You know I'm right. You love the sense of freedom." he laughed. His hair fluttered against my face. I attempted to drive it away with my hands. But those damned ruffled strands kept coming back.
We turned on the right corner. The wind blew on my hair.
He was right. There was a sense of freedom in it.
There was an absolute thrill to it. And I loved it.
The speed, the flashing, the hard wind.
Brady himself was a thrill.
The kind that sent shivers down my spine. The kind that made me feel on top of the world.
I always tried to deny it. I tried to push it away. Maybe someday, I'll learn to deal with it.
But for now, I would just try to enjoy the moment. I didn't want to take anything away from it.
I had never felt this with Austin,
The rush of adrenaline, the small butterflies, the heartthrob.
It was always this deep blue eyed boy who did that. It was like I was doomed to it.
Still in my doom, a smile spread across my face. I stuck out a hand to the air and kept one around Brady. My face tilted into the air.
I felt happy.
For a moment, when I saw the small rear mirror--maybe I could've mistaken it-- but I may have--just may have-- seen Brady truly smile.
For once.
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