The Unholy Trinity II

Chapter Three

When she woke up on Saturday morning, Fallon lay there staring at the ceiling. Today it had been one week that Lucian was missing. It didn’t seem possible a week had already passed. In that week, she’d established what would be her routine until Lucian came back. Every chance she got, she read Lucian’s journal. The way she felt about that journal was the way Griffin felt about her. It was an important connection to Lucian. About the time her eyes would begin to blur from too much reading at once, one of her friends would call to check on her.

Fallon heaved a sigh as she reached for Lucian’s journal. Having spent the last week using every free moment she had to read it, she’d already gotten to December. If she wasn’t pacing herself, she would’ve been done by now. She wanted to savor his words and keep them new as long as she could. With that thought, she cracked it open and turned to the day of Griffin and Lucian’s sixteenth birthday.

December 31, 2010

My head feels like it’s spinning right now. I don’t even have the right date on this entry. By now, it’s not December 31st anymore, but I don’t care. So much has happened today starting with Griff and me turning sixteen. Sim threw us an amazing birthday party and gave us both these super cool tricked out Escalades. Right before he gave us the cars, something happened between me and Fallon that I never expected. I told her about my accident and the scars it gave me. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to tell another person. It was even harder than telling her who my dad is. I didn’t plan to do it, but I kind of didn’t have a choice when she tried to take my shirt off and I backed way off. I told her about my scars and she didn’t freak out, but I think it’s because I’m not ready to show her. I did let her touch them. I felt so close to her. I was also a little scared. It was only the second time I can remember feeling real fear. The first was when I had the accident. The second was tonight when I waited for her reaction. In her thoughts, I could see her thinking she understood why Daphne told her I was bad at sex. In my defense, Daphne wasn’t much of a lay either. Lucky for me, Fallon is more understanding and more accepting. I knew she was the one.

January 1, 2011

It turns out my best birthday ever wasn’t over yet. Not long after I went to bed, Fallon called me to her. She didn’t even realize she was doing it, but she was thinking about me in this intense way that drew me to her. If she’d been alone, we might’ve had sex for the first time last night. I wanted to so bad when she lay down in my arms and I felt her body pressed against mine. I backed off since we were at Daphne’s house with her friends around. The last thing I want is to put on that kind of show. Then again, maybe I should so Daphne can see it wasn’t me that was bad. It was because I was screwing her that it was bad. Ava made some crack last night about me only needing a few minutes with Fallon, and I knew what she meant. For Fallon, I let it go. Being with Fallon is changing me a little though. Before her, if I heard something like that whoever said it would be paying dearly. Now I kind of pick and choose what’s important to fight about. I brought it up to Sim once and he says it’s a sign of maturity and just what a real leader should do. That’s good. His approval means a lot to me. Fallon and I didn’t have sex, but we did play a pretty good game of truth or dare. It didn’t start off so good when I asked if it was true she had a crush on Griff before she met me, and she admitted she did. I don’t even know why I asked her that since I know the answer. I like that she told me the truth, but it was hard to handle hearing her tell me she thought he was totally hot. It might not have been so bad if the first thing Griff ever said about her hadn’t been how much better his English class got since this super cute girl with huge tits bounced into the room. After I found out it was her that he was talking about that was the closest to killing him I’ve ever been. Okay, I have to stop now. The more I think about this the angrier I’m getting. I need to go clear my head.