The Most Dangerous Boy

Chapter 11

"Jump." He says.

"In case you didn't notice I have 2 casts on my body and I might get several more if I jump." I whispered.

"I'll catch you. Don't worry." He holds his arms out like he is going to catch me. I took a deep breath and threw my crutches out. And I looked out my window.

"Your turn." He whispers.

I take another deep breath and get out on the window's edge.

"Don't you dare drop me." I whisper. I close my window so Ayden would suspect a thing. I slid off and Rylee sure enough caught me.

"Thank you." I said.

"Anything for you." He whisperers.

I grab my crutches and he grabs the basket and the blanket. It was a full moon so you could see pretty well. He takes me on a hill that has nothing but grass for miles and miles. He is setting up the pick nick while I take in the view.

"It's beautiful." I say.

"That's why I took you here." He says looking at me. After a few more minuets, he has candles and a stereo playing. One of my favorite songs turns on. Daemons by Imagine Dragons. He takes my crutches and set them on the floor. He lifts me up on his feet and we start to slow dance.

"Thank you for this. It's nice." I say to him.

"Yeah." He says and keeps dancing.

"You know what I'm missing?" He asks.

"What? What are you possibly missing?" I ask.

"That one kiss that will make it possibly better." He says.

"Oh so now I might possibly be a good kisser?" I ask laughing.

"I don't know lets find out." He whispers.

"Rylee, I don't know how." I say.

"Follow my lead. Don't worry." He pules back and looks at me. I look at him. He bites his lip and pulls me close. And leans in. I do the same. But our lips don't touch. His breath is hot on my bottom lip. He's making me do the first move. I smile and our lips touch. It felt like fire works in my stomach. My hands were lost in his hair and he grabbed my thighs. He hit my foot and I shouted out in pain.

"Oh my gosh are you ok? I'm sorry." He said setting me down.

"I'm fine.Sorry, I just ruined the moment didn't I." I said looking at his deep blue eyes.

"Oh well have lots more for you to make up." He said pecking my lips. He set every thing up and i started to walk back towards my house.

"Thank you for everything." I said watching where I stepped.

"Thank you for everything. I really had a nice time." he says. All I can do is smile. We eventually made it to my house and I steeped on my front porch. I looked at him and he was looking at my leg. I reached my hand out and gently pulled his chin up to see my eyes.

"It's not your fault." I say.

"I did this to you." He lookes away and I know he is crying. I reach over and enfold him in a hug. He lets the sobs rack his body for about 10 minuets before he lets go and kisses me on the lips.

"See you tomorrow." He almost leaves when I say,

"Don't cry. It makes me want to cry." I say smiling. He nodds  and leaves. And I'm standing alone facing the door. I take a breath and walk in as quietly as I could. Thankfully, Ayden was asleep on the couch And I went up to my room waiting and waiting for tomorrow.

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I wake up to the sound of sirens. I quickly do my hair in a bun and do my makeup and walk down stairs where Ayden is talking to policemen. My crutches were downstairs so when I hopped down I grabbed them and walked over to the door.

"May we come in?" one of them ask.

"Sure, come in." Ayden says and opens the door more. There are 4 men that sit on our couch. I stare at them bluntly.

"What is your name, Miss?" The oldest one with a moustache asks me.

"I'm Chelsea." I say. One of the younger ones wrights it down. Ayden comes in and sit in a chair next to me. Then this is where the questions start.

"How did you break your arm and leg Chelsea?" moustache man asked.

"I got ran over by a semi." I say looking at my leg.

"Do you know your neighbors very well?"

"Um, sort of, yes." Ayden says.

"How about Rylee? Does that name seem familiar to you?"    I looked at Ayden wide eyed and shook my head.

"Doesn't ring a bell." I lied.

"Because he has committed a crime. This is what he looks like." One of them hand me a picture.

"Nope I don't know him." I say again giving the picture back. "What did he do?" I ask.

"He killed a girl about your age, her name is Olivia Hanson. Do you know her?" The question made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't breath.

"This is her picture, she looks alot like you." The youngest one handed me a picture. It was me. But I didn't die. IT WAS ME.

"That's.....to bad." I hand the pic. to Ayden.

"We've been to his house but his mother hardly ever sees him so she had no idea."

I couldn't take it any more. I needed to leave.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and I lock the door. I was in hailing deeply. I washed my face from all my make up and sat on the floor. After a few minuets, I came out and looked down the stairs.They were leaving out the door. I breathed out and as soon as Ayden closed the door I was walking down the stairs.

"Why do they think your dead?" Ayden asks.

"I don't know." I started to cry. Ayden held me in a hug while I cry in his chest.

"Wait why aren't they leaveing?" Ayden asks. I look out the window and dry my eyes.

"Ayden?" I ask imitated.

"Chelsea, RUN!" Ayden yells. I try to run up stairs but my boot gets caught on the metal staircase. The so called 'cops' run in and Ayden tries to pull them off the door. I finally get my boot unstuck and the door opens and there is a gun fire. I look back to see Ayden fall on the floor. His last words that I heard were 'RUN' I shouted out and they saw me. I scrambled upstairs and ran to my room. I couldn't lock it and I heard the men yell,

"She's up here!"

I forgot about the lock and I ran to my closet and closed the door and started to cry silently.

Who were these men? And what did they want?