My Secret Love

Chapter 14- Dedicated to lamps

Weston

"Mmm Julianne. That feels good." Julianne massages my back and drawing slow circles over my bare skin. I turn to her and lift my head to hers. I kiss her passionately. Things escalate very quickly. I throw her onto a bed and begin tearing at her clothes, desperate to remove them all. She lets a soft, sweet moan escape her lips and I smile against them.

"Bro. Wake up." I open my heavy eyelids and it takes me a second to realize where I am, Mia's. I almost forgot we crashed here. I am no longer on a bed with Julianne under me, I'm on a couch looking at Steven.

"It's ten, get up." He says rustling my hair.

"You scared me." I say. I feel guilty for dreaming about his little sister. Because, I know h would be disappointed, he knows who I am and telling him she's different would not help. Because I have told many girls there different from previous ones.

"Yeah. Were you dreaming about my sister?" I sit up and shake off morning drowsiness.

"No. Why?" I lie.

"You said her name in your sleep." He says smiling, which gives me relief that he does not know what I what I was doing with her in my dream.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. She was in my dream, yeah." I have come to be quite a sleazy guy, lying to my best friend and all.

"What...?" Mia coming in the room interrupts his questioning. Steven turns around and smiles, then looks back at me. I want to ask if I missed something but I don't. Best to keep quiet right now. "Good morning." Mia greets presumably. She sits on the armrest of the chair Steven now sits in, like there's not a whole couch beside me. Maybe I became infected with something while I was sleeping and they need their distance from it.

"Where's Julianne?" Steven asks Mia. I stare at her waiting for the answer. "In my bedroom, she's still confused, hell I'm confused."

Like a bomb, everything goes off in my head. I remember yesterday. They said she healed Steven or something. I didn't get to see the act, but all three saw it, and who am I to question what they saw. Jesus healed when he was alive so why not a Seven-teen-year-old girl? Seems possible. A few days ago, being nearly killed by a gunman and Lyndsay going missing didn't seem likely but it happened.

"What are the plans for today?" I ask. Hoping someone will tell me to go back to sleep. "We have to find Lyndsay." Julianne walks in and I can tell she has been crying, I wont to comfort her and tell her it okay. But I have to fight the urge. I give her what I hope is a knowing look.

"Where would we start?" Steven ask, skeptically.

"Maybe her missing has nothing to do with this." Mia chimes in.

"I know it does. Lyndsay would have called me, texted if something was wrong, or she was staying somewhere. She has to be in real danger."

"I say we stay here, where it's safe." Steven says. I refuse to put any input in, any way I go im making a wrong choice.

"He's right we should." Says Mia.

"Is it really safe? Should we sit back and let Lyndsay get hurt or die?" Julianne shouts.

"Her parents are looking and the cops." Steven says calmly.

"You don't get any input right now Steven. Where were you? Being stabbed, and you can't even remember anything! What help are you !" I cant believe any of this is coming from Julianne.

"Julianne, you don't mean that." I tell her. I looks at Steven who has a hurt look on his face.

"Shut-up Weston."

"Hey don't talk to him that way!" Mia shouts.

"You're not in this right now!" I can see sparks flying off the two of them and then it happens. Julianne in one hand movement knocks a lamp off a table and it shatters. This time we all saw it. She stares down a few seconds and then she runs.

Julianne

I did that, how? I run up to Mia's room and lock the door behind me. I let tears fall, un-silently. I burry my face into Mia's pillow. She will appreciate this later on. There's a knock on the door. "Julianne?" Mia. If I stay silent maybe, she will go away. "Julianne can I come in and talk to you? Look I'm sorry, its just difficult on all of us." Her ? I lost my brother for a while and my best friend. She lost no one ! I also have some freaky powers. She does not get it. "You cant keep me out of my room." I breath in deeps breaths, trying to calm my anger.

I hear movement and then the door handle shakes. "It's Weston, Julianne. Can I come in?" Weston. "Leave me alone!" I shouts.

"At least you care enough to talk to me instead of giving me the cold shoulder like Mia." Mia must have given up and gone back downstairs. I hear the knob jiggle again. He's picking the lock, it occurs to me.

"Ugh." I groan, when it in will.

The door opens and I look up momentarily from the pillow. I feel his weight as he comes down onto the bed. "I want you to leave." I tell him, clearly and slow.

"Too bad, because I'm not going anywhere." The way he says it, brings me back. Makes me forget for a second what just happened. Now I'm felt with need. I get up onto my knees. "Okay we need to talk. Maybe you should sit on you butt. Last time you were like this, I went a little crazy."

"Glad to know I can make you go crazy." Then he looks at me silent, and at the same time, we slam our lips into each other. Need, desire, I want all things Weston, as freaky as it sounds. I push my hand up his shirt. He throws himself back on the bed with me falling on top. "Julianne.." He says in between short kisses. "We really need to talk." I sit up quickly sliding away from him.

"You know how to kill a mood don't you?"

"Sorry. Later okay? What happened out there?" he asks.

"I just got angry and I don't know."

"Okay." He leans in, resting his head in the nape of my neck.

"I wasn't warned that I'd have a chick with a temper." That's Weston, making a joke out of a tough situation. "Weston. I'm scared. What if it gets worse and I hurt someone I love."

He looks up at me and places me into him and I cry on his chest, snot and all. "You won't."

"How do you know?"

I just do. He gives me a quick squeeze of assurance. "Weston!" I hear Steven shout. He gets up and moves towards the door he gives me a look the same one Mia and I had. Should we tell Steven? I shake my head. I don't know how Steven would react and I don't want to know right now. "I'm sleeping downstairs on the couch." Weston says.

I looks at him puzzled. He opens the door, but not before saying. "I said later." And winking at me.

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