The Chaos Within: The Love that Remains

2.

After Colton had dropped me off at my place, I decided to take a warm shower. I needed the water to relax my tense muscles. The entire day had been so crazy that it left me feeling like I had been run over by a train. I'm slowly starting to get more than fed up with the way Colton has been treating me for the past few months. Two years of my life I have devoted to being a good girlfriend for him and what do I get in return? I get the award of never being good enough.

Standing beneath the warm droplets, the water adding a massaging effect on my back, my mind involuntarily starts to drift towards the guy I met today. I know the chances of seeing him again aren't too great, however, they're not too slim either. We live in a pretty small town. Everyone knows everyone and everyone knows everything about everyone. If I stub my toe against the staircase, someone else will know about it. Don't ask me how, that's just the way the town works I guess.

I suppose that is why I'm so fascinated by this guy. Why haven't I heard anything of him? He's like a complete mystery to me. I don't know where he's from, when he got here, or why he's here. Maybe he just came into town when he had the accident. All I do know, is that I have never met someone who has captivated my mind like he does. I wish I had at least gotten a name from him. I know I shouldn't even be thinking that, but I can't help feeling the need to get to know more about him.

After my shower, I tread over to my bedroom where I start rummaging through my closet to find something appropriate to wear to the bonfire. The air will most likely be somewhat chilly, however the weather channel didn't forecast that it would be extremely cold. I opt for my black skinny jeans along with a white long sleeved shirt, paired with my flat-heeled black ankle boots. Letting my hair down, I decide to blow wave it and leave my natural curls cascading down my shoulders. I should probably dress up for Colton. I don't need to have him compare me to Amber the entire night.

I smoothly apply a layer of my BB cream instead of applying foundation. I then apply a small amount of brown eye shadow which I pair with a coat of mascara and winged eyeliner. Finishing off my look, I add my favourite cherry lip gloss and then I head towards the kitchen. Knowing that the party doesn't start for at least another two hours, I pull out my grandmother's recipe book and take out the ingredients that I will be needing for my favourite chocolate caramel muffins. I turn my music on full volume, aware no one will be home for at least another four hours.

Like I mentioned earlier, my mother is a nurse and she often works horrendous hours. She normally does 12 hour shifts, however whenever there's some sort of emergency, the doctor immediately calls for her. That's probably because my mother is completely in love with her job. She would always tell me as a little girl that some heroes don't come fighting like we see in superhero movies. Some heroes are disguised as doctors, nurses, military fighters and detectives. I have always hoped that one day I too will end up like my mother, being a hero in someone's eyes, I just don't know which path to take.

My father, however decided that he feels more accomplished being a university professor. It suits him too. That's where I get my love for reading and studying so much from. Of course, he teaches history. It makes sense why that would be one of my favourite subjects. The only thing I love more than I do learning about the past, is trying to figure things out. I am always trying to solve a mystery. Whether it is who stole Jasper's food from his locker or why Allison flirts with one guy when she's in love with someone else, doesn't matter. I spend hours and hours behind my laptop, researching body language, investigation techniques and so forth.

By the time the muffins are finally baked and cooled off, I feel famished. I instinctively take two muffins before putting the others away in an air tight container. I know that I will eat the second muffin, even if I feel completely full. It's just something that I do. The first muffin I make always takes my hunger away, while the second appeases my craving for sugar.