The Masked Duet

fifteen - torn

edited march 23 2016

f i f t e e n

hayley

I wrote this while I was in bed, don't judge... :)

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This is the day I will confess my love for Casey Porter.

After he was taken to prison, I couldn't handle being without him. I faked being sick so I wouldn't have to go to school. I couldn't cope without walking with him to school, meeting at our tree.

I have been gone from school now for a week and a half, Casey in jail for almost two. And today is the day when I can visit him. I am so flipping nervous to see him. It's like there are a million different emotions running through me and my stomach is doing flips.

He went in there, still not knowing who was the masked singer at the party. I am sure that's the last thing on his mind, but he loved her. She kissed him, like three times. But it's probably my fault that he felt that way about her in the first place. I am talking about 'her' because that girl isn't me.

Anyway, I am getting ready to go see Casey.

I an unsure whether to wear something fancy, casual or in between. What the hell, what I look like is not at the front of Casey's mind right now. So I threw on some dark blue skinny jeans, a Marvel tee with a denim jacket and black boots, and I gently tickle my eyelashes with dark mascara and paint my lips a cherry pink lipstick.

I reach for my silver key necklace, thinking that I haven't worn it in a while, only to reach an empty space on my dresser.

"What?" I gasp. The last time I had it on was... Oh.

It must have fallen off when I ran out of the party, and Casey must have grabbed it.

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The tall gates of the prison loomed above me, as I walked beneath them. Nervous butterflies flew around my stomach, as the cold hands of the prison guards wandered over my body, patting me down.

As I was escorted to the visiting area, I saw Casey. My heart started pounding against my ribs, the pins pricking at my palms.

I couldn't help but run to him, to the one I love. And thank God he ran too.

We embraced each other, and for the first time I really felt him. His skin is gently rough, and his shoulders broad and firm. I really inhaled his fragrance, the way he always used to smell that I took for granted. A faint peppermint and oak smell.

I nuzzled my nose into his chest, and held him. He had his nose buried in the crook of my neck and just held me. We just held each other. Something small and cold dropped into my hand from Casey. "I know," he softly whispered in my ear before he kissed me gently on the cheek.

I slipped the chain into my coat pocket, before a pair of cold hands grabbed my waist, pulling me off of him. We fought against the guards, and gave each other one last look, before we were separated yet again.

He knows.

sorry for the short part, but the next one should be up in the next 2 hours-ish :)

- if it's not, please don't judge... at least in the coming hours !

Laura xx