Life Beyond The Window (Ft. Chris Sturniolo)

'*•.¸♡A Beautiful Distraction♡¸.•*'

Chapter 5~Rose:

I stared at the wall while only half-listening to Father. He was going on and on about a big business meeting that he has coming up this Friday. Father has been very focused on his work lately.

I, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about that boy. Chris. His lovely blue eyes, I could stare at them all day long. His hair, messy, yet perfectly styled to fit his face. And oh! His perfectly sculpted face! I wonder if his body was just as perfect...

"Are you even listening to me?" Father interrupted my trance.

"What?" I say puzzled. "Oh, yes, of course. That one meeting with that one guy."

My cheeks burned as Father stared me down. I cleared my throat as I stood up from the table.

"Sorry, Father. I'm really tired. I'll be off to bed now. Goodnight."

I took my dishes to the kitchen and kissed my dad on the cheek, then rushed up the stairs to my bathroom. I stared in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

My eyes drifted down to my chest, then my stomach. My hands followed. I lifted up my shirt and looked down. There, on the lower part of my stomach was a long, thin, scar. It had been there for as long as I could remember. Father always told me that it was from an accident that happened when I was very young, shortly after Mother died.

He said that we were at a small get-together with some relatives who were in town for a few days. One of them was drinking a lot that night and dropped their drink on the floor. The glass broke and, as I was still a toddler crawling on the floor, a piece of it flung at me. Father says that I am lucky and that I am forbidden to ever see that relative again. I told you he was protective.

When I finish brushing my teeth and washing my face, I head to my room and change into my PJs. I lay down in bed and try to go to sleep, but all I can think about is Chris. He was so sweet and he didn't even know who I was. And oh, he was charming. And his looks didn't hurt either.

I turned over onto my side. What would father think if he knew I was thinking about a boy this much? He would be ashamed of me, I'm sure. Like, I didn't even know this boy. I bet he didn't even remember my name, or care about me at all. He was probably just showing me a little bit of kindness and then forgot about me.

I rolled back over on my back. I need to do the same. I would probably never see Chris again. I need to forget about him, and just move on.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, it seemed like it was gonna be very hard to forget about him.

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