I ran up my porch stairs to trying to dodge the heavy falling of rain that decided to start on my way home. I swung open the door and slammed it behind me. Rushing into the dark main room. I walked slowly toward the bathroom grabbing a towel and drying what I could, I sighed in defeat of the water and walked to the kitchen. Mum wasn’t home again. She would be at work as always, I hardly ever get to see her because of work but I guess it has to be done after what happened. I see her more than I used to. I looked around for the light switch and clicked it on, the room began to light up and on the table i saw a note that was un-neatly folded upon it. I leaned over to swipe the note into my hand and began to read it, even though I knew what it would contain. 'Belle, gone to work be home tomorrow, hopefully…'. I crushed the note in the palm of my hand and aimed it for the bin. 'Ugh she's never here.' I said allowed. I grouched over to the fridge and grabbed a fruit cup and left, walking up the stairs to my room. I placed the fruit cup on my the bedside table and flopped onto the bed heavily. 'what happened' I cursed as I rolled into my pillow tiredly. My head began pounding as memories flashed in and out of my mind.
'…grant…' there was something about the way he said It made it seem dangerous but at the same time seductive.
memories continued flowing, his name, his voice, his eyes, his body. All the memories crashing into every part of my mind causing me feel light headed. I knew who he was, everyone knew who he was grant was. he was the bad boy, the one every girl wanted. so why would grant talk to me? I mean I'm nothing compared to him, here is this perfectly dreamy guy that has the ground he walks on worshiped and he was talking to me! Just the thought of all this was to much, I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.
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Grants pov-
I saw her beautiful brown eyes staring up at me, taking me into another place. Everything bad in my life just got lost in the moment. My body took me over and I began leaning in, trying to be as slow and romantic as possible. I could smell her sweet perfume and I could taste it on my tongue. I needed to kiss her just maybe if I kissed her all the problems would disappear forever?
I jolted back at the sound of my phone in pocket, I froze for a minute not being able to get over what almost happened. I slowly stepped back and retrieved my phone from my back pocket seeing the caller ID show up as 'Dad' I cursed the phone in my head and pressed answer.
'Dad?'
'No sorry, hello is this grant?'
'yes?'
'Hello sir, this is Sargent Mark Thompson, im calling to inform you that your father has been in an accident'
My face turned white and my jaw tensed I could feel my teeth on my the inside of my lips. I turned from Annabelle and began to walk out. My mind stopped me as I turned hugged her and continued my exit. I put the phone back to my ear as I walked
'what happened this time?'
'you don’t seemed very surprised of this news? Your father is currently located in the offshore hospital on main north. He was found down the side of a road trapped in his car, your father hit a pole and he car has been ridden off.'
'how is he?'
'your father is in a coma, our nurses have done some testing and have come out with a peculiar outcome'
'what drugs?'
'you know of your fathers habits?'
'he doesn’t hide them'
'his blood is filled with a mixture of drugs, the testings were unable to pick out any individual ones but there are many'
We ended the conversation on the note that I should go to the hospital tomorrow to check on him. I started to walk home as I heard an angry growl of thunder followed by heavy rain. My once jelled hair now flat and stuck to my forehead. I walk miserably as I caught glimpses of her in my mind. Her beautiful long blonde hair tied back into a perfectly messy bun. Her dark brown eyes still shining despite the lack of color. Her curved body with clothes that showed off everything she had to offer.. Not meaning to sound like a perve or anything but.. She had breasts that all the guys would drool over, me included.
The images of her perfection clear in my mind as I walked happily not thinking about my dad or the rain that was getting heavier as I walked.
In the corner of my eye I seen a figure running into a nearby house trying to get out of the rain, I laughed to myself but then I noticed something.. Her hair, her figure… it was her.
