Lilith has had a rough life.
Neglected
forced to grow up young,
and distant form most of her peers alongside from two of her friends who are more enticed by the thought of popularity than anything else. Though after she met Scott everything chang...
After returning home, Scott was sitting on the steps. His expression seemed to be angry before he yanked me from my stance and into the house where he slammed the door shut.
"Lillith are you aware of how worried you made me?" Saying each word as if he truly cared.
"And you seem quite worried for someone who seems to have zero interest in me."
"We are both aware that isn't true."
In all honesty this caught me by surprise. Did this (man of my dreams) Just admit feelings? Or was this just me making up what I simply wanted to hear...
"Where did you go?"
"Breakfast" My decision to keep this as a secret came to me in the car outside. He was forceful over me. I normally found a liking for this, the rush that swoon over my body- unfortunately in this instance, I completely detested it... He was treating me as if I was some sort of doll and in all honestly I didn't really trust him to be included with all my secrets just yet.
"I am not seeing it Lilith" He says with some analyzations
"I.. I ate it there.." I come to a complete pause as Scott contemplated on what he wanted to say next. "And what were you doing last night?"
"I went for a walk?"
"8 miles into town? And what you just happened to come across me?"
"You simply put yourself in a reckless situation. You could have been easily killed." A sad expression formed on his face, if realizing that my absence made him budge.
"You where there... But for someone who says that -"
"Could you just let that go?"
"The only thing I am aware of is that you're putting me on an emotional roller coaster I cannot contain you over here like flirting but also being harsh." I saying before I leave the kitchen. Just as I enter the hallway, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I slid my finger across the screen to un-lock it to read a text from my friend Abagail (we call her Abby for short)
"Call me. Larry... He's dead."
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