I looked at Kyle, his face flushed, chest heaving, taking heavy, ragged breaths. He looked at me and only then did he realize what he had done. His face paled, chest stopped taking ragged breaths, and seemed as though he was calm enough to talk. "So... I'm really sorry Shay..... I am...." He tried explaining, but I was sick of being lied to. I turned around and walked back into the villa, deaf to his screams.
~~~~~~~~~Kyle's P.o.V~~~~~~~~~
"SHAY! PLEASE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!" I scream, but she just walks up to her room. Idiot!! She hates me now!!! I walk up to my room and get out of my muddy clothes. I hop in the shower and try to wash away my heartache. I feel like I've lost with life...
~~~~~~~~~Shay's P.o.V~~~~~~~~~
He lied to me. Why does everyone do that to me. I frown and start strip out of my disgusting clothes and jump in the bath tub and take a relaxing soak. I sit in silence and think about how I was so naïve. They just wanted to own me, not be friends. "Shay! Shay you there?" Kyle screams for me, interrupting my silence. "Yes?" I reply nonchalantly. "Can you come to the window? Or is that too hard with your broken pride?" He asks. I let loose a guttural growl low in my throat. I get dressed in the bathroom and waltzed over to the window. "What do you want?" I say quietly. I look down at my shaking hands and quickly hide them so he doesn't see how bad he hurt me. "I want to say I'm sorry. Like I'm really sorry. And you can slap me or scram at me or even hate me. But I want you to know I'm sorry." I look down at myself and realize I was shaking. Crap. I run into the bathroom and try to calm myself. I here a thud and then my door opens. Kyle walks in my room and sits down on my bed. I walk over and he pulls me into a curled up position beside him. I look up, into his intense brown eyes and see love. Not hatred, or possesion, but love. And that's when I feel safe. Safer than when I was with my mom and dad, safer than when I was with A.J.
I finally felt safe.
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The Boy Next Door
Teen FictionShay Owens never expected her parents to get divorced. And then move. But after an "incident" at the, ahem, swimming pool, she has to move into her aunt's house in San Francisco. And there's a player next door. I bet you can guess what happens next...
