In a heart beat

21 - Lets Dance

Okay! Good lord its been SO FREAKING LONG since I uploaded! I mean seriously! AHHHHHHH! The very last freaking sentence felt like it took a flippin week to write! I'll TRY TRY TRY to get the next chapter up soon...

JUST SO YA KNOW! The song at the top is the slow song they play. Its called Knock knock, by Lenka. Listen to it! I really like it for some reason, it reminds me of someone.. ;)

We just stared basically. I think it’s all we really could do at the moment. I mean, there's not exactly much you can do when Tyler Shields is punching holes through your wall. I looked at Ray, and she looked at my hands, which, by the way, were still shaking. The cops will catch him, right? I asked her with my eyes, she shrugged and looked back at Tyler and the beat up wall. "I'm goin’ to go find out what I can. You take-", "And why the fuck haven't they called us!"  Tyler fumed, pacing the floor then going back to his destruction. "I don't kno-", "Well figure it out!" He retorted, Ray narrowed her eyes and flicked her messy hair out of her face. "Tyler," I started as I got up and reached for his hand, "calm down. We'll look into it. They'll catch him." I soothed while griping his hand with mine, and forcing him to look at me with the other. He sighed in exasperation and rubbed his hands over his face before sitting hunched over on the bed in defeat. Ray gave me a slide glance before passing through the door and gently closing it shut behind her. I sat down beside Tyler and sighed. 

"I'll admit, I am a little scared." I confessed, letting out a strangled laugh as I did. He looked at me in surprise, "Do you really think I'd let him get anywhere near you?" I smiled a little, "Your mom?" 

 "I know, I'll call and tell her to stay at her dads for a while. She'll understand." He answered as he fell to the side and rested his head in my lap, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew his dad was angry at him, and my family. I was worried about mom, and what could happen to me. I was worried about Tyler, and worried about the thoughts that are possibly running through his head. Would he ask me to go away too? I don't know if I want to. Not without him anyway. I let my mind wander to tomorrow, hoping to get my mind of tonight. I glanced over at the packaged box on the floor, and thought about the dance coming up tomorrow night. If mom were awake, she would insist on doing my makeup, and my hair. She'd fret about whether or not my shoes matched my dress, and if my dress went well with my skin tone. I giggled. She'd probably send me off with pepper spray too. "What’s so funny?" Tyler mumbled from his place on my lap. I answered, "My mom." And he chuckled, closing his eyes once more. 

 The next morning I woke up to two things, a pounding headache and Tyler's alarm clock falling off the desk and onto my head. I also just so happened to be on the floor, with Tyler sleeping soundly on the bed. A groan escaped my mouth and I reached up to cup my face with my hands. I don't want to be up. I felt a hand rest on the top of my head and I shot a glare towards the mound of pillows. Tyler chuckled and removed his hand, "Why are you on the floor?" "Because me and the floor are married. Ass hole." I seethed, I didn't feel like being nice to anyone at the moment. My head was pounding, and I'm pretty sure I was seeing two's. I pointed to the clock on the bedside table. "Do we have two of those?" I asked, he looked confused. His eyebrows furrowed together and his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked cute. "No." I'm seeing two's. I used the wall as support to haul my body up from the ground, and managed to stumble into the washroom without triping. The mirror wasn't kind to me today, my hair was tangled like a nest and the bags under my eyes looked as if I hadn't slept in weeks. After turning the shower on and peeling my clothes from my body, I stepped in and waited for the hot water to numb my body. It didn't work. I stumbled back out of the shower after washing my hair, and wrapped a towel around my body. After yanking the brush through my hair several times I managed to get it into a messy bun on the top of my head.