Addiction (abandoned)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sunny Taylor

I sighed, sitting down on my bed. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The mood had transferred from normal to very tense and painful, to lustful and happy. That kiss had erased any thought on my mind of my past. It was the most magical thing I had experienced.

I had been so angry with him. How dare he force that out of me? He clearly came from a family with stubborn and genes that caused an unusually large feeling of superiority.

But, then he changed into someone else. That demanding boy turned into a soft and caring and... loving boy. The one I had been seeking out since the minute I laid eyes on him. I wanted to get to know that boy better.

When he leaned in and kissed me, it was shocking. At first, I didn't even move because I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that this... sex god was kissing me. Plain ol' me. But eventually, I got over it and returned the kiss. That's when the magic happened.

I didn't know what exactly was going down between us. It was as if we had a bond, and every time I was near him I wanted to be, no needed to be closer.

It was as if he was nectar, and I was a bee. No matter how hard I tried, I was naturally going to be drawn to him.

But that seemed okay. I could find a way to toughen up and be the girl that he can show off without getting scared.

But if he wouldn't accept me for me, I didn't know what I would do. For some reason, I felt as if that would be my demise.

Like the earth would stop revolving without Blake Adams in my life. I shook the shiver inducing thought from my mind and went over to my bed, getting out one of my greatest and oldest companions: My laptop.

I opened it up for the first time in days, which was even shocking to me, and logged on, the pressing of the keys feeling wonderful underneath my fingertips. I signed onto my email, noticing that I had over a hundred from my mother. Quite the effort for her.

I read the most recent on, from two weeks ago, that was titled, "Please, honey, come back."

I rolled my eyes, and skimmed it. It was all about how she missed me and would stop emailing me since she figured I wasn't getting them. Apparently the story Ross fed her was that I had a breakdown and convinced Anthony to run with me.

I shook my head, losing all of the little faith I had in my mother. She had always been gullible, but I hadn't thought it was enough that she would believe such a lie. She knew I wouldn't do that kind of thing.

I groaned, growing really frustrated with my mother. She had slacked since my father died, and become rather neglecting. I could have gotten tattoos and piercings, and she would have no clue.

I shut the laptop, realizing I should give it more time before I check in on the outside world. I had an idea of what I should spend my time doing instead.

I reached under my bed for my letters, but didn't feel them. Curious and worried, I got up and had to reach further under to get them. That alarmed me as I had not put them so far under there last time.

I shuffled through them urgently, realizing that multiple were missing. Ones that I had not gotten to yet. I felt my heart beating against my chest, knowing that either my brother, Blake, or Olivia had taken them. It was least likely Olivia since I was with her almost every second.

I stood up, frustrated with my discovery. I shook it off, deciding to just read them another time when I wasn't so flustered.

I groaned, pacing and trying to shake the thought from my head but finding it rather difficult. Someone had been in my room, and clearly gone through my stuff. It also meant that there was incriminating letters in the stack that Daniella had written and received.