The Boy Next Door

Trash From My Past (Part 1)

Blake

Voices echo through my ears as I walk through the alley.

My past comes to haunt me once again.

Nothing ever goes my way. I lose everyone I care about. The things I've done bite me in the ass.

I was really feeling the effect of my past now.

The only thing that I'm thinking about right now is the girl that I love. Casey.

I miss her so much right now.

I don't know how I let this happen to her.

Are you sure you can handle this story? It gets kind of intense.

Well, if you're ready, let's get started.

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I sat there in the hospital, my head on the edge of the bed, Casey's hand still grasped in the two of mine.

Movement.

Her had.

It twitched.

It squeezed.

I lifted my head.

"Blake."

Casey

"Blake" my voice comes out shaky.

I look at him, his head lifts from the bed I'm on and he looks at me almost in disbelief.

His eyes are puffy, red and...sad? His face is pale. I can see the dry trails from tears in his cheeks.

"Casey's....please don't tell me I'm dreaming,let this be real, I really need you to be ok."

His eyes glance over me and i can see the disbelief and hope in his eyes.

"It's me, this is real, I'm okay." I tell him.

Relief floods over him and he jumps up to hug me. I can't help the tingles that shoot through me when we make contact. Ugh stop loving this boy so much.

Blake

Casey went home that same day. It turns out that she just had an insanely low body temperature....probably from sitting in that cemetery.

We get home and I can't explain the happiness that I feel once we walk through the doors.

One of my arms is around Casey's waist as we walk through the house. She's still a lite weak and needs some support.

I leave her in her room and go down stairs to make her some soup.

Then I take care of her.

It goes on like this for a week.

Noting very exciting happens except for a kiss every now and then.

And I don't mind it. No drama. Nothing big. Just...normal.

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Ring

Ring

Ring

"Hello" I say when I pick up my phone.

"Well hello there Blake," my blood runs cold at the voice that's on the other end of the line, "nice to talk to you again."

"what the hell do you want Paul?" I ask the bastard I thought I left in the past.

"It'S not what I want Blake, it's what I have and you need."

I hear a scream from upstairs, "BLAKE HELP!" I run as fast as I can upstairs just to see a shadow escape out of the balcony doors.

I just lost her again, but this time, to my enemy.....

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Hey guys so I haven't heard what you think about the book.

Is it good?

Is it horrible?

Should I even keep writing it?

I really need to know because I'm not getting much motivation.

So yea.

Later ✌