Burns

14.

For the umpteenth time since the day began, I stared at the address Brecley had left for me. The battle in my head wasn't easing up. I was considering attending yet a strong part of me was strongly against it. Yet I wanted to go.

I puffed out air as I pushed myself up before lowering myself down immediately. After two more, I concluded my pushups and got up. Sweat stuck to my bare chest. I picked up my phone that was laid on the floor.

3pm. Today was the D-day.

I bit my lip, considering my options. I had gotten a little present for Bill but I had planned to give it to him some other time. I wasn't sure if attending a party in which I knew only a few persons, would be good for me. I wasn't a party person so it accentuated my uncertainty. Besides, from what Brec had said, I deducted that the party would be filled with wealthy people and I wasn't sure I had clothes to match up to that.

I stared at my reflection. My nose wasn't looking awful and red like had been a couple days back; It had actually healed a lot. I looked presentable enough. My eyes drifted to pair of scissors I had left on the dresser. My hair needed a little trim here and there. I proceeded to the bathroom to add a little adjustments to the edges and little snips to the length of my wavy curls. I had grown to like the messy appeal I always kept my hair in involuntarily, so I didn't fancy the idea of getting a thorough haircut anymore.

I stared at my work and analysing it's appearance. It was a barely a haircut but I appreciated the now trimmed length that didn't fall over my eyes anymore. They now sat along the lines of my thick brows. The overgrown length had become a hassle because strands were always getting caught in my eye. The slightly defined edges that sat in a fade didn't look back either.

Once I was done, I stared at my reflection and a satisfied smirk played on my lips. My bruises had healed quite well and just held tiny red colorations. I rinsed my face and cleaned up the hairy mess into a trash can and left my bathroom then darted to my bed and sat on the edge. I picked up my phone and looked up the address. It really wasn't so far according to my Google map.

I headed out of my room, down the stairs and out of the door. I reached the shed and stared at the arranged space. My eyes fell on the white sheet by the rare left. I approached it and yanked it off. I stared at the beautiful baby of mine.

I crouched and patted the black beauty. The motorcycle was really intimidating and I was proud of the outcome. I had worked really hard to make that bike look like it was looking currently. "Hey love."

I fetched a rag and a hose. It's been a while since I had given her a good scrub. Gently I began cleaning her up and once I was done, I marveled at the sight of her shinning jet-black appearance. I covered her up and closed the doors before locking it.

I strolled back to my house and walked up to my room. My eyes lingered on the wardrobe for a while. It wouldn't hurt to take a look at my clothes, would it? Absolutely not.

I pulled the handles and the doors flung open. I had a thing for big clothes, it wasn't hidden and after minutes of searching, I found a combination that didn't seem bad at all.

I smirked to myself. I really wasn't going to go anywhere. I swear I wasn't. But upon glancing at my phone and seeing a notification from Brecley, a tingling sensation along with guilt crushed me,

Hi, are you still coming? I'm sorry I haven't texted in days. I've been caught up in helping with the party preparations. I do hope to see you.

I kept re-reading the text till I lost count of how many times. I stared at the message with my mind screaming at me that I did not belong there. That going there would only make me a fool and complicate things further.

I wanted to stay put on my bed and focus my attention on my laptop but my stupid mind was going against itself by bringing up thoughts that countered my resolve. I stared at the box that I had placed on my dresser a couple days earlier. I could just go over there and hand him his gift and leave. After all, it was rude to decline an invitation.

With a sigh of defeat and against my better judgement, I grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom.

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The bold and luxurious estate stared back at me. There were fancy cars parked neatly by my sides. Lights shone from the house. A big lion-head statue stood in the middle with well trimmed trees surrounding its sides. The sight was breathtaking and magnificent. I never knew Brec came from a family this wealthy. The cream painted building screamed expensive. I began rethinking my decision to come here. I had no idea why I succumbed to riding all the way here.

The whispers of the night breeze kept me company as my gaze wavered from the building to the surrounding. Everywhere was neat and thorough. I could hear faint classical music from within.

I ran my hand through my hair. I dug out my phone from my front pocket and stared at it. I was considering alerting Brec about my presence outside her family house. A few more minutes of staring and I gave up on the idea. I got serious vibes from within me and outside that I did not belong here. My dressing for one was a hint.

I began asking myself why I even bothered to come all the way here but one glance at the velvet box on my motorcycle seat and I got my answer. Yes, I was seriously regretting my decision. I should have just stayed home on my bed and forced my mind to concentrate on my project. Glancing back at my phone, I took note of the time. It was 7pm. I could still make the trip back home early enough tonight

I leaned on my motorcycle with folded arms and a leg crossed in front of the other. The evening's chilly breeze tousled my hair and my shirt a little. I licked my lip slightly while throwing a side glance to my left. I was contemplating going inside or just turning my back and heading away like I had never come around, till I heard my name from a very familiar voice,

"Kylo?"

My eyes slowly rose to meet Brecley standing before me, dressed in wine satin gown with a coupled of loose straps that fell of her shoulder to form an off-shoulder effect and a depth pooled at the bust region, giving a beautiful view of her tanned cleavage. The length ran down her legs with a little rouch by the side of her left hip, hitching the length up a little to accommodate the audacious slit that ran all the way down to her feet. Her black strap heels were on show along with her tanned, slender legs that looked so fucking smooth.

Her hair had some wavy tendrils released to dangle by both sides of her face and frame her face. A parting drove her hair into equal sides with a silver fanciful pin clipped to both sides. I caught sight of a messy bun pulled to rest a little on her nape. Her lips were coated in dark red lipstick.

She looked absolutely ravishing. I found myself staring hopelessly at her divine radiance. She looked like a seductive goddess descended from heaven to tempt all men.

A charming smile played on her lips and I watched her keenly as she dipped her tongue to slightly lick her lower lip. She had a glass of wine in her right hand as she cat-walked towards me.

I swallowed, feeling my breathing slow down and hitch. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I was mesmerized and I lost count of how many times I stared her down without shame. I swallowed frantically with a hard expression. This was going to be a long night, I could already tell.