Hey guys! Sooo, Macklemore and Ryan Lewis are up for 6 VMAs! how exciting is that?!? Okay, so anyways, here's chapter 12, I hope you like it :)
Chapter 12
Alison’s POV
Last night I had gotten an email from Kyle stating that he knew I was back in Seattle and that when he got ahold of me, I had it coming to me. To say I was scared was an understatement because I was terrified. Kyle could do so much harm, and I didn’t want to go through that again.
When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was text Ben letting him know. He asked me to forward him the email, which I did, and he said he would take care of it. I agreed and he said he’d be over again later today to check on me.
I sat in the living room for a good two hours in silence before Ryan woke up and came in, sitting down next to me. He stayed silent and just sat next to me for a while. Eventually I placed my head on his shoulder and relaxed.
“I won’t let him hurt you Alison.” He said, “I promise.”
“Thank you Ryan.” I replied before placing a kiss on his cheek.
He turned and placed a kiss on the top of my head before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap. I cuddled up to him and just sat there, completely relaxed. I trusted Ryan.
After sitting there for a while, I started to get hungry. I untangled myself from Ryan and stood up, making my way to the kitchen. Ryan followed me, wondering what I was up to. When I opened the fridge, I felt Ryan’s arms go around my waist and his chin rest on my shoulder.
“Do you want to go out for breakfast?” He asked.
“Where to?” I questioned.
“I know this little diner up the road. They have the best French toast.” He answered.
“Sounds good to me.” I said as I closed the fridge.
“Do you want to call Ben and see if he and Tricia want to join?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, I’ll call.” I said.
“Alright, I’m going to grab a quick shower.” He said as he placed a kiss on my cheek and walked off back the hallway.
I found my phone and dialed Ben’s number, waiting only seconds before he answered.
“Macklemore’s phone, how can I help you.” He answered.
“You actually answer your phone like that? You are so weird.” I said.
“Shut it Ali. What do you want?” He asked.
“Do you want to go to breakfast?” I asked.
“Where at?” He questioned.
