Heart of Stone

•Chapter 9•

•Alyssah•

Landon is driving us back home or so I think. He parks infront of the apartment and we get out.

When he opens my car door I fell out onto my knees. "Ow!" I said holding back tears.

"Are you okay?" Landon squats down looking at the bruises of my knees.

He looks at me and try's to not look down again.

"I-it's just a little b-bruise. I'll bandage it if you get up?" His voice cracks.

I wonder why.

"Okay" I said sniffing and wiping my tears. He grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to his apartment.

212.

He opens the door and helps me walk in.

I sit on the couch looking around his home.

I see there's a bunch of nice decorations I never noticed before.

I also noticed the shape and everything about the apartment is the same as mine. But I think all apartments are like that.

He comes up to me and kneels down. He grabs some wipes and wipes away the blood on my knee. I hiss at the feeling of it.

"It burns!" I say trying to move my knee but Landon places his hand right on my thigh so I can't move.

He realizes he's grabbing my thigh and let's go. He puts the bandage on and he helps me stand up.

"Better?" He asks looking down at me.

"Better." I say happily.

"Okay do you want to go change?" He asks looking upstairs.

"Yes! This dress is so short and uncomfortable! Why the hell did I wear this!" I say trying to yank down the dress.

He chuckled lowly to himself and led me up stairs to his room.

He slept in the master just like me.

When I went into his room it looked nothing like I that it would.

It's clean, neat, full of decor.

He then grabs a pear of grey sweatpants and a t shirt for me to wear.

He leads me to his bathroom to change and I go in and change. Once I finish I realize I still have makeup on.

"Landonn" I whined walking out with huge sweatpants on me and an oversized t shirt.

"What?" He said looking at me up and down, and I get butterflies in my stomach.

"Do you know how to take off makeup?" I asked and he sat up.

"Yeah, I have an older sister" he says getting up. "Why? Do you need help" He asks and I nod.

He walks into the bathroom with me and sets me next to the sink.

He got a towel and heated it up with water. He started rubbing my face but barely anything came off.

He tried looking through his stuff and after a while he found some makeup remover wipes. "Where did you get those?" I asked pointing towards the wipes.