Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Aiden Vasilakis
Her scream filled my ears and I dropped the bag that I had been holding, my arms going out instinctively to catch her.
But she never came.
She had miraculously managed to regain her balance just in time.
"Fuck, are you okay?" I whisper-shouted at her, she stood completely still, not another sound left her lips, she seemed completely frozen in time. I could practically see her gears turning with every passing second. She had two options right now; she could either go back up to her room and pretend like this never even happened- which would be a more logical option considering that the scream that erupted from her was surely enough to wake half of the neighborhood. Or she could say fuck it and come down the rest of the way- a more reckless but thrilling option.
Her response never came so I opened my mouth to ask again but I quickly closed it back up when she surprised me by choosing the second option. Her movements were quick, never staying on a step for longer than a millisecond. Until her feet finally met the ground and she turned around to face me.
Our height difference was more than noticeable now that she stood right before me, it was clear that we stood at least a foot apart. Dark sunglasses covered her face and the scarf around her head also helped in concealing her facial features.
"We gotta go, now," She told me, picking up her bag off the floor, anxiety apparent in her every word. Before I could even muster a response, she was already moving on to the next part of our escape plan. Things moved quickly after that, giving me barely any time to ponder on the difference in her voice now that we were face to face; it sounded sweeter, softer, and addictive in a sense.
But I had to quickly dismiss that thought and get moving, closing the ladder back down and carrying it across the empty street over to my driveway sliding the ladder behind the thick bushes out of sight from bypassers.
She had already slid into the passenger seat of my car which I left unlocked with the engine running as we had planned, I wasted no time and slid inside and pressed on the gas pedal completely dismissing my seat belt which was totally unlike me. I was ashamed to admit it, even if it was just to myself but part of me desperately wanted us to get away as fast as possible before she changed her mind.
The tension in the car was thick, palpable. She clutched her bag tightly against her chest as though her life depended on it and stared ahead.
"You okay?" I asked her after we had finally pulled out of our block, I kept one hand on the steering wheel as I pulled my seatbelt on.
She simply nodded keeping her eyes on the road, "This is the stupidest thing I've ever done," She spoke and I took a few moments to ponder on her voice, there was something so addicting about it, she just had the type of voice that you could listen to for hours and it sounded even better in person.
