INTO THE TWILIGHT

╣3╠ THREE

I've been ignoring this big lump in my throat, I shouldn't be crying, tears were for the weaker days. I'm stronger now, or so I say but something's missing.

~Rihanna

IT WAS SATURDAY morning, I was preparing to leave for the bookshop when my bedroom door opened. Mum stood in the entrance with a white envelope in her hands, her eyes were heavy with tears and my heart dropped to my stomach.

"Please mum, tell me it's not what I'm thinking" I mumbled, my bottom lips quivering already. Mum ran and slammed into me, engulfing me in her warm embrace.

"Yes Honey, yes" she chanted excitedly. I pulled away from the hug, tears were running down our cheeks, tears of joy.

"Dr. Minak says to come in twenty"

"Twenty? Can I take my car?"

"Delia, I can drive you" mum argued but I wasn't having it. I'm only allowed to drive once in a while.

"Mum please. We keep arguing and twenty minutes will pass"

Mum huffed and finally agreed, she went to her room to pick up her bag while I excitedly ran to the garage, today is a good day.

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Today is literally the worst day of my life. I held back a curse as I continued cleaning the bookshelves. I had arrived at the hospital that early morning, excited to receive the news that could possibly change my life but guess what? The world was against me because immediately the man saw me, he declined, saying he couldn't give away his bone marrow to a daughter of a liar.

Turns out my dad had helped his wife win their divorce. It was my dad's work to help his client win their cases, my doctor tried to get him to change his mind but he had made his decision. I was saddened and heartbroken, I couldn't have faith or hope anymore, it's clear now that six months from now, I'd be six feet under the ground with termites eating away my thick flesh.

The ringing of the bell broke me away from my thoughts, I turned to see who came in but stopped in my tracks. There, standing in all his glory was Tynan O'Connell, his piercing blue eyes scanning the bookshop in search of a clerk and there and then, I remembered Mrs Kosarin wasn't at the desk.

I rushed there and stood behind the counter, holding back a gasp when I saw him up close. Damn, God specifically took his time creating this human.

Was someone allowed to be this beautiful? Or handsome? Or panty dropping hot? Was that my heart racing? Or just my hand trembling?

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

His voice was deep, bold, rough and ethereal snapping back from my Dreamland. "Sorry" I mumbled.

Tynan is tall, he's about 6'3 with broad shoulders, he is far from skinny with his biceps pressing against the leather jacket. One thing I was pretty sure of, was that he was insanely intimidating and it didn't help that he was hovering over me with a scowl on his handsome face.

"What do you need?" I asked softly, afraid he would hit me if I so much as raise my voice. The rumors were really playing with my head.

"Black orchids" he said as he raised his eyes to make contact with mine which caused me to immediately look away.

"Fifth shelf on the right, third row. They just came in yesterday" I explained. I heard him groan before he walked away. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Tynan O'Connell seemed to be a guy who steals all the air in room, with his oozing aura of dominance, confidence and coldness.

His piercing dark eyes weren't helping either, confident people like him loved eye contact while I absolutely hated it. I turned to look at the glass shelf behind me, my eyes catching my reflection in the glass, I paused. I didn't count myself as a plain Jane, no! I wasn't one.

I have a round face, icy blue eyes that could be mistaken for white from afar. I have a wavy nut colored hair that fall down to my butt when let down. I looked more like mum in body shape, I didn't lack in the boobs part, they were a little bit bigger than average, I had a tiny waist that fit perfectly with my wide hips and huge butts.

I didn't need to be told that if I had the confidence, I would be out partying all night and dating boys But no, I'm an insecure girl who often wonders if my hips were too wide or my breast too big or my hair too long or my skin too pale. I've seen models on TV and most of them have smaller hips, flat tummy and average or no breast at all.

"Ring it up"

"God!" I exclaimed holding my chest as I turned to the counter. My heart was beating against my chest that I feared I would hyperventilate. I had forgotten that someone was in here, lost in my own little world of insecurity.

I let out a sigh as I collected the comic book from him and rang it up. He paid and left without looking back. I heaved a deep sigh and plopped down on the stool, placing my chin on my hands as I stared into space, thinking about a certain black eyed boy— man.

I wondered if the book he bought was for him or someone else because he sure didn't look like someone who would enjoy reading books, he looked more like the 'i burn the books for fun' type.

I didn't hear the bell ring neither did I see the shadow falling over me until he asked, "you're Cordelia, right?"

I shot up from the stool almost falling over with a bewildered look on my face. Dizziness washed over me as I held the counter with a closed eyes and waited a little bit. "You really should stop doing that" I advised when I raised my head.

"Are you Cordelia?" He asked again with an inpatient voice.

You could have apologized butthead.

Handsome butthead.

"Who's asking?" I blurt out before correcting myself after receiving a glare in return. "Yes, I'm Cordelia"

"You own the car outside?"

Oh my God! Is this the part he tells me to hand over the keys and Rob me of my beloved Tesla?

"Do you fucking space out very often?" he asked and I scrunched up my nose. Now that I was really listening, he had an accent that I hadn't noticed since I was busy ogling him.

"You're British?"

"No shit Sherlock" he groaned, obviously getting pissed off. "do you fucking own the car outside?"

His voice was slowly rising and I almost cowered, I slowly nodded. "Well, I need you to do something for me"

My eyes slowly widened. A bad boy needed me for something. "What's that?" I managed to ask. He ran his hand through his very silky looking hair and few strands plopped down on his forehead.

"I believe you're fast at driving?" He asked, sounding more like a statement.

"I'm a good driver" I answered confidently. My dad taught me how to drive when I was sixteen. He did illegal race in his younger days, so I was a fast and smooth driver.

"How good?"

"I'm a good driver" I repeated.

Tynan gave me once over even tho he couldn't see my lower half because I was behind the counter. I felt insecure in front of his scrutinizing dark eyes especially when he suddenly raised his head and our gaze locked.

"Alright...." He started, then paused for a little while. "Neon, 7pm by today" he said and left before I could blink talk less of acknowledge what he said.

"Wa—wait! What?" But he was already long gone on a black motorcycle. A bad boy wouldn't be complete without the motorcycle.

Neon? Neon is a well known place on Wickburd's beach. Everyone at school goes there almost everyday, it's not a place for girls like me. So that's more of the reason I shouldn't go there, what was I supposed to tell mum? What have i gotten myself into?

But still, I couldn't help but look forward to tonight.