Finding her

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(Most of my chapters are going to be in rivers POV but I bring Daisy up at least once a chapter so yall can see what she's thinking)

Rivers POV
"Tell me where you're taking me!" Daisy laughed at me kicking my leg.
"Ever heard of don't distract the driver!" I told her with a smirk.
I pulled down the dirt road and parked my car by the tree.
"Okay you're going to murder me aren't you?" She looked at me with wide eyes and I just shook my head.
"Just shuttup and follow me." I walked down the path until we were in front of the pond.
"I mean I do have mace just letting you know." Daisy said looking out at the pond.
"What the fuck? Are you serious?" I said cracking up as she pulled it out of her purse. This girl was something.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the dock. We laid down and I kept my hand in hers, for some reason I just couldn't let go. Maybe it was the fear in her eyes earlier or the worry in her voice. I had this overwhelming feeling of needing to protect her.
"Do you ever wonder what happens when people die?" I asked her looking at the stars.
"I want to believe there's a heaven." She said turning to look at me. I just stayed quiet. I wanted to believe that too. Maybe then there would be less guilt, but there would never be anything that could get rid of my regret.
"My sister, I want to know if she's alright." I said without even thinking.
"You've just got to have hope. I didn't know her but from what Johnny says about her she sounds like a girl that God would be stupid to pass up." She told me and I smiled. It's been a long time since I could talk about my sister and not break down. She made it easy to talk and that was pretty fucking scary.
I couldn't stop myself from what I did next. I tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in pressing my lips to hers. They moved together in synch as I pulled her body close to mine. Before it got too heated she pulled away and rested her head on my chest.
We sat there for a while in silence, for the first time in a while I felt at peace.
Daisy's POV
Being in his arms was an unfamiliar feeling. It made me feel safe, and that scared me. He reached down and stroked his fingers through my hair.
I looked up at the stars trying to find constellations before taking a deep breath wondering what this meant for River and I.
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"Where the hell were you?" Elise's husband asked glaring at me.
"None of you're fucking business" I told him as he got his lazy ass off of the couch.
"If you want to keep living here then you need to follow the fucking rules."
He yelled at me as he tugged his fingers through his hair.
"Whatever I'm going to bed, when you're heads out of you're ass you can kindly let me know." I told him with a smile before speed walking to my room and slamming the door shut.
What a night.
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I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. No matter how horrible the event, how depressed people are left, there is always a purpose. When somebody leaves you another person is sent to fill the hole in your heart. My only question is, what if you had no one to begin with?
When I heard a knock on the doorknob this morning I was met by Kim who looked nervous.
I knew the day would come when she would tell me this, but everything was happening too soon. I invited her inside, luckily nobody was home to bother us. We sat down in the kitchen and she just gave me a sympathetic look.
"We have some things to talk about, since your eighteenth birthday is in one week." She told me drawing in a deep breath continuing.
"Unless Elise and her husband will keep you here for free, you will be moved to a group home a town over, but you will still be able to attend the same highschool." She said nervous of how I'll react.
"I can't go back to a group home Kim, I don't want to be surrounded by girls who are in and out of jail." I said my voice cracking.
"Those are the only two choices, so if you want to stay here you should behave!" She told me sternly keeping eye contact. She doesn't get what it's like to be alone, she will never fucking get it. I don't want just a place to stay, I want a place to call my home.

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