Betrayals of a Silent Heart

Chapter 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Authors Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

****Okay people. Here's the deal. This is my first story ever. I write poetry, not ths kind of stuff. But i was inspired by my best friend in life, and editor, Chancey-chan (aka akanemiacoji), who writes stories, but never has the urge to finish them (stupid girl. She's an amazing writer! *_* ) Anywhoo, i apologize if this takes me a while to upload new chapters. Chapter 2 is on it's way though. Spring break is coming up, and I should have some free time to get it writtten completely, and hopefully get a jump start on chapter 3. :D Finishing up Junior year is difficult people, so give me a little leeway. I'm busy as heck raising a five year old and traveling on the weekends with my fiancee to watch his band play shows. So give a girl a lil bit of time, and I promise to give you good chapters. Okay, that's it i think. Like, Vote, Comment, Fan, oh... and Keep calm and eat tacos :D Later!

Oh, And BTW this is all thanks to my best friend, bus seat partner, and lovely editor, Chancey :) Also my white girl twin :) Love you Dixie Rose. Go check her writings out. akanemiacoji Anyways, Love you all, enjoy, and let me know what you all thinks. :D *****

Hajime stood with his back to the wind, letting his long hair blow around his face. She was here. He could smell her. He knew she had no idea the power she had, and it was his job to protect her. But how to do that, when all he wanted to do was to kill her?

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I'm here trying to deal with High School, and my aunt is telling me I'm going to die?! What the hell? That's just a perfect way for me to start off senior year. NOT! I mean, I know Aunt Swan sees things, but still. This is just way too weird. Trying to ignore the weird message on my phone, I crawled out of bed and took a hot relaxing shower. Drying off, I threw my hair up into a messy bun and started doing my makeup just like every other school day. Zing. I grabbed my phone and looked at the name. Figures. I picked it up, holding it on my shoulder, while carefully applying my eyeliner.

"Morning Beautiful. You want a ride to school today?"

"Hey babe. Sure, pick me up say, 7:30?"

"Alright. See you soon. I missed you. Bye"

Hanging up, I set the phone down, trying to cover up the blush rising on my cheeks. A year with this guy, and I still can't get used to the fact that he's mine. Nathaniel Travers, my 17 year old boyfriend. Tall, with hazel eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. He's adorable. And I love him. We've been together almost a year, in fact a year tomorrow, and I've still never said that out loud. Looking in the mirror, I tried "I love Nathaniel Travers" and sounded like a little kid. Okay. No saying the "L" word. I mean, I do, I love him. But I'm scared to say it, even though it's been a year.

Pushing it from my mind, I finished my makeup, and dried my hair quickly, deciding to let it fall in its natural long ringlets down my back. Today was just gonna have to be a curly day. Throwing on a pair of skinny's and a black lace shirt over my tank top, I ran into the kitchen to grab a piece of toast. Popping it in the toaster, I made my way to the back bedroom, and slowly opened the door to see if he was awake. Sitting up on the bed was my dad, smiling at me.

"Morning, Pumpkin. You headed off to school?"

"Yeah, Nate's picking me up. I just wanted to come in and talk for a little bit."

"Sure baby girl, come on in and sit down."

Walking in, I curled up next to my father on the bed, cuddling into him. God, was I going to miss him. Being careful how to word these next few sentences, I glanced up at him. "Daddy? You know how Nate and I have been together for almost a year, yeah? Well, I think it's time he met you. I want him to, but only if that's okay with you."