the wild child

My name

Re cap

I knew he was serious he used my first name.

I zoned out. He used my first name.

It feels like I've been slapped across the face. I grab a bag when I run into my room. I already had packed an extra charger, clothes,my phone, shoes, and wallet. I reach to make sure my keys are in my pocket. What else?

I called the first person I could think of. I scrolled through my phone. I know you are probably thinking its Kay, Jennifer, maybe even Raven.
But they don't know anything about my past, they don't know I have a brother. I know their my bestfriends. That's just how it is. I don't know their past and they don't know mine. I'd rather us keep it that way.

Ding ding! ding ding! ding ding!"hello?" said a voice groggily. "where is your house, I mean which one is yours, no, what's your house number?" I ask frantically. Im not exactly sure what i want. "Calm down. It's 289 Westbrook Drive. When will you be here." " About 5 minutes" I say walking down the steps. I reach for the door and take my first step out. What am i trying to do right now?

Still walking I could hear 'Dez where are you going? Want to answer me? Turn around dude!!' I just flipped off whoever it was off and keep walking.

About 10 minutes later I arrive . I know I say it's only a five minute walk, but I didn't feel like walking that fast. "Hey Dez." Hey, so," i break the sentence trying to collect my thoughts." Do you have a couch or a guest bedroom I could borrow for the night?"

"Well there is no Guest bedroom, my bed, a tiny couch that isn't comfortable. I could take the couch if you want?" He offers timidly.

"I'll take the bed." I look up from my shoes into his gorgeous eyes. As our eyes meet he says, "come up."

He somehow lives in the master bedroom. So he had a good sized bathroom. I took a warm shower. No, it was actually scalding. It felt so great, almost as if the steam could wash awake all the hurt and my past. This was the best feeling. My favorite pastime is taking steaming showers and crying. Its truly the best place to cry. I didn't want to leave the warmness. But i knew i was in there way too long. I finally get out and wrap the towel around me slowly. I really dong feel like being a person right now. Sometimes its really hard for me to grasp that I'm a real person. Sitting here, breathing living life. I once had a boyfriend. If i said that shit to him, he'd get so annoyed," you and that depressing shit. It never stops. Chill out bro." Easier said than done obviously.

Aiden looks like he is asleep. He looks really peaceful actually. His brown hair askew, the light from the lamp falling on his features in the most adorable way. I snap myself out of it. I shouldn't be standing here admiring him. I need help. I walk in the room and grab my clothes. Slipping on my panties under the towel and my shirt over the towel, then dropping it. Finishing my pajamas with my shorts. Normally i wouldnt go for the shorts, but since im in someone else's house, i figured maybe. I turn off all the lights after plugging in my phone and lay down.

I dream about that day

The fight, the cutting, the blade. How hard I cried thinking about running.

I left a note and pulled out money and end up here. I hadn't noticed but I was crying and screaming. Suddenly, I was up in Aiden's arms.

"Hey it's okay, bad dream?" he comforted. "In a sorts." I deflect his push towards talking," I'm tired. I don't wanna talk about it." He tries again," You sure? You were mumbling about some things that sounded pretty serious."

"Can we talk about it later?" I ask. Even though I know I'm not going to share. "Sure." he said. he has his arm tucked around me. I feel safe and wanted.

"Aiden I ...um.... I uh.....wanna..."