𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖳𝖶𝖮

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ISAAC

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ISAAC

This chapter will start from the moment by the piano at Brianna's house till the panic kiss.

I sat down at the piano. My head was heated from everything I could think they were doing. I shouldn't have left them alone, I shouldn't have said anything to that kid. I just remembered that he was the kid she kissed in that video. 

I couldn't believe I let myself slip like that. I just couldn't stand back and let him think that he could get her again. Even though I don't have her. Yet. 

I hear footsteps in the large house. The gray walls mocking me and the white tiles staring up at me. I tap the piano keys to a tune that she played when we first kissed. That thought alone calms me down a little. 

"How did you get in here?" She asks me. Doves and smooth honey lace her tone, calming me down. I tap one more key.

"I was curious." I murmured.

"Curiosity killed the cat." I didn't hear her walk up until she placed her hands on my shoulders, very slowly. 

I tensed up and removed her hand.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders from the back. I could feel the cold air hit my skin, I shut my eyes to convince myself that it was a bad dream. I couldn't imagine a way out, I had to sit there. I had to or else she would punish me.

"Don't touch me like that." I warn to her and stand up. I walk away and out of the house. My chest rising up and down, I need to calm down but I need to get out of there before I do something I would regret.

Like snap at her.

I get into the car and drive away, hearing the mumble of her voice. I sped through the road, my vision blurring. I couldn't stop because I didn't have the time to. I got back to Jaxon's house and I quickly get to my room.

"Hey man-" Jaxon tries to talk to me but I stride past him and into my room. I couldn't stop the vivid flashbacks.

My felt like I was in a stray jacket, even though I could feel the wind and her hands on my arms. Tears streamed down my face and I begged her to stop. I shouldn't allow this but she loved me. This was her way of showing her love. 

I wanted to go back to bed. A bed that wasn't in this house or in her reach.

I run my hands through my head, like I have for the millionth time. I grabbed my phone to distract myself. 

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