Amelia-Rose
"Places, places, get in your places." Mum shouts as she drags me to stand between Reece and Kyle. I had thrown on a dress for this stupid family photo. Everyone thinks that we're perfect, imagen if they looked through the curtains. We're far from perfect.
"Picture! Picture!" Mum exclaims rushing around. She stops in front of me and narrows her eyes.
"Smile for the picture." She spits. I roll my eyes "Pose with your brothers, wont you be a good sister." She commands and goes to stand next to dad.
She has everyone fooled, apart from us.
Dad's been having an affair with his slut secretary, he thinks no one knows, but me and my brothers do. My brother don't care they're to busy smoking cannabis. Mum doesn't notice any of this , when you turn your back she pulls out her flask. Everyone's blinded by her jewelry.
I put on my fake smile. Everyone think we're perfect, if only they knew.
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I remember that day like it was yesterday, our family was so screwed up, yet we hid it so well, how messed up we really were...Me and my brothers never used to be this close, they acted like I didn't exist but after my parents died and they found out about Brandon, my brothers' quit dealing drugs and focused on me, they were so sorry for not being there when I needed someone. Ever since then we were unbreakable.
When I woke up I was determined to find out who J is. I get up and shower and shave. I get changed into a sports bra and Nike shorts and my running trainers, I throw on a baggy black top and tie my hair back. When I open my door my brothers rush to me.
"We're so sorry Mia, we don't know what came over us, old habits die hard I guess!" Reece apologized and crushed me in a hug. Kyle nodded.
"We promise it wont happen again." Kyle carried on and Reece pulled back and nodded. But it will happen again, and I know it, cause like Kyle said, old habits die hard. I could tell they had been crying. I sighed and nodded.
"I forgive you." And like every time I will forgive them, because without them I'm nothing. I was crushed into a hug by both of them. When we had finished being mushy I went downstairs and eat an apple. I grabbed a bottle of water and headed out the door. I put my ear buds in and started jogging which soon turned into a sprint. After 30 minutes I could feel someones eyes on me, I ignored it and push harder and faster. After an hour of running I slowed down, and slowly came to a stop to catch my breath, I chugged down my bottle of water and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I loved running, I used to be on track back in England, It was a distraction from my home life, it always calmed me down and cleared my mind.
I still felt like someone was watching me. I turned around but no one was there. I found a bench and sat down.
So his name must begin with a J.. He calls me Princess.. Where would he have gotten my number? Maybe he knows Jazz, wait! Jason begins with a J and he called me princess, he must have seen me crash, I had only just left him there! He gave me random butterflies.. I felt my stomach churn... Jason is J! -"Boo!" I jumped up and turned around and punched the person in the nose, their head flew to the side. It was Jason!
"Shit!" I cursed, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I ran over to him and grabbed his face softly, both my hands on either side of his face and I inspected his nose making sure he was okay. I felt and hand softly touch mine. His forest green eyes looked into mine.
"Amelia I'm fine" He promised. His eyes looked down at my lips. I realized how close I was to his face, and just like him my eyes found his lips. I quickly pulled away. "Sorry." I blushed. I heard his husky chuckle.
I remembered what I was thinking about before he scared me and my breath hitched. I sat down on the bench far away from him.
"Lia? What's wrong?" My eyes narrowed at the nickname. I became angry, "Don't call me that!" I sneered at him.
"Geez sorry." Held his hands up in surrender. I gave him a cold glare. His eyes grew dark and angry, I could have coward away if I wasn't angry as well. "You don't have to be a bitch" He snapped at me.
My fist became tight, "Excuse me?" I said in a deadly tone. "You're a bitch." He snapped looking at me in the eyes. I stood up sharply and slapped him across the face, his head flew to the side. He turned back to me with a cold glare, I almost felt afraid. But I stuck my ground.
"I'm the bitch? You're the one who stalked me! 'J'" I exaggerated the 'J'. He stood up and push me against the tree.
"You shouldn't have slapped me princess, I could have you killed in 6 seconds." He hissed in my ear.
Tears formed in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. His eyes softened.
"Amelia-" I cut him off.
"Some Prince Charming." I whispered. I pushed him off of me and started to walk away. But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. He grabbed my chin and made me look in his eyes.
"You're right, I'm no prince charming, I'm the total opposite, I'm dangerous and evil, you should stay away from me." A fresh set of tears set in my eyes, as much as I hated to admit it I didn't want to stay away from him. He noticed my tears and carried on.
"I said you should stay away from me, but I didn't say I was going to let you stay away, I can't let you stay away!" He admitted.
"I'm already to invested in you, thinking of you keeps me awake, dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive." He finished.
I knew he was dangerous, and I knew I shouldn't be near him, not because he was dangerous, but because so was I, begin near me was like willingly having a gun pointed at your head waiting to be shot. But in that moment all of that didn't matter anymore.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes looked a his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. He was watching my every move. His eyes landed on my lips also. He pulled my chin and connect his lips to mine. Fireworks exploded in my stomach. Our lips molded together perfectly and moved in sync.
He had me at a cliffs edge.
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