Sweet Poison

Sweet Poison (41 Pt. 1 & Pt. 2)

It was the second day of me being grounded and two more days till Wade and his family went back to North Dakota. Hallelujah. If I was lucky, maybe I would never see him ever again. Maybe we could just become distant strangers with a past, but a past that can be overlooked and forgotten.

I can now take my head bandage off, and I'm not under watch for developing a severe concussion. Besides the knowledge that Wade is going to be out of my hair, that's the best news I gotten this whole week.

"Elissa you have mail." My brother called from downstairs.

Having an idea of who it could be, I rushed down the stairs and pushed past my mom.

"Where is it? Where is it?!" I asked excitedly, eye dancing as I searched his hands. With a smirk seeing my clear elatedness, he handed me the envelope.

This time the envelope was gold.

Barely able to hold back my smile, I closed my eyes and put the envelope on my heart. A muffled laugh came from Austin's direction, and I jumped momentarily forgetting he was even in the room. Quickly, my eyes shot open, and sheepishly I cleared my throat. "Yeah I'm going to go upstairs now..."

He nodded, biting back  a grin.  "You should do that, Miss. Lovesick"

Ignoring his jibe, knowing that deep down I slightly was, I started to walk upstairs until my mom blocked my path.

"Ready to apologize?" She asked in that annoying stern tone she used when she wanted one of us to bow to will. However, knowing exactly what she talking about, I crossed my arms defiantly and tilted my head up at her tall stature. Elissa wasn't bowing down today.

"Nope not to Wade and definitely not you," I snarled. Without another word, I moved to the side and walked past her red face and went upstairs into my room. A part of me felt slightly guilty for the way I spoke to my mom. After all, ever since I could remember I had buckled to her will even when at times I knew I was in the right.  Another part of me felt slightly proud and a little satisfied. It was tiring dealing with my mom at times, especially when I was seen as the black sheep at times, so it felt good standing my ground with her.

Sitting on my bed, I admired the gold envelope with its golden accents and Eli's neat scrawled words addressing the letter to me. Carefully and neatly, I began to open the envelope unlike yesterday in which I just tore the beautiful accented envelope like a maniac. The paper was green. I smiled and began to read it.

I love everything about you!

                                               Number 30: Your Eyes                         

Your alluring, electric sea blue eyes always had sparkle to them which secretly drove me wild. If the sun catches them just right then they resemble two, glowing pools of the sky. .  .

Briefly, I checked to see how much he wrote.

"Two pages." I grinned at that, very fond over the poems and the clear effort he put into each one. My eyes moved across the page taking in each beautifully written word. Even though we weren't together, it warmed me to know he was at least making an effort on our behalf. I admit when I broke up with him, I thought it would be the last of us. I had cried, I still tear up a little now, but I had thought this was the ending. But the more he made the effort, the more it grew harder to stay away from him.

I stopped reading and looked up, chewing on my lip and contemplating on my next move. The light bulb went off my head. Internally admitting defeat, I knew what I was going to do. I would go to see him. The more I read about the features he loved so much about me, the more I began to think of the features I adored on him.