I didn't know what to say. So I didn't say anything I just listened to her cry. I slid off the bed and slipped on a pair of jogging pants.
"I'm so sorry--I..never meant for this to happen", she cried out and then the line went dead.
I stared down at the phone before I lurched off the bed knocking my knee against the dresser.
"Fuck---", I cried out before I slapped my hand over my mouth peeking over at the shifting figure in the bed.
"What's wrong ,Chris?".
I smiled despite the situtation I might have placed myself in. I reached out my hand and stroked her green-bluish brown hair away from her face. She smiled up at me. My chest threatened to cave in on its self as I leaned down and kissed her softly.
"Where ya headed?", she asked quietly. The house was completetly empty but still she whispered. We both didn't want to leave this quiet calming atomsphere.
"Going to go check on a friend and I will be right back", I whispered agaisnt her lips and ignored the nagging voice in the back of my head.
Something is not right.....
"Don't take too long".
"I'll be back as soon as I can".
The whole house was pitch black and silent. I didn't bother to knock on the door so I just walked quietly. I slipped out my shoes and squinted as I slowly walked around the room relying solely on all the times I slipped into her house while her mother slept.
Where the hell is Nadia at?
The only source of light in the house came from the window. I strolled down the hallway swearing as I step onto a upsided down hall. I squinted as I rubbed my foot grumbling to myself. The hallway light was on so I shuffled down the hallway towards it.
"God it is so freaking dark in here".
I ducked my head in the bathroom then ducked my head out before starting further down the hallway.I paused in the middle of the hallway before I retraced my steps and
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If loving you is Wrong
Teen FictionThis poem is written by David Huey edited by: Destinee Wilson If I turned around and walked away, would you notice I'm gone, Would you even care? When you look at me, do you see the smile on my face, Or do you see the tears I fight to hold inside? D...
