Changed Blood

Chapter 13

The whole ride there I was sweating. So nervous. But so excited. I never realized just how much I missed her I guess. Because I started crying. Thinking of seeing her. And what almost happened today. I drove to the store to get her a flower. I also bought and envelope. I walked out with a white rose. I got in the car and wrote her a page long note. About everything, how I felt, and how much she meant to me. My hand was aching afterwards. I stuck it in the envelope and wrote her name on it. Sealing it tight with love. I sat it in the passengers seat and got on the highway. My hands were clenched on the steering wheel, but nearly slipping off because they were so sweaty. When I pull into her driveway, I parked the car and got out walking up to her stairs like I did on our first date. Going back to that day made me feel bad. I shook my head and knocked on the door. I swallowed and fiddled with my hair. Not having anybody answer. I knocked on the door and it swung open. I laughed seeing what she was doing.
"Hello?" I asked. Looking around the house. I walked inside expecting her to be behind the door messing with me. I looked around the living room, and the kitchen. I shut the door behind me and sat at the table waiting for her to come downstairs. Maybe she was getting ready and had lingerie on. Or maybe a beautiful dress on. I set the note and the rose up in a cute way in the middle of the table.
"Hey Nira? It's me. Nick I'm waiting down here just letting you know. Take your time." I could have swore I heard her say "Okay." Back. But once again I might be going insane. I drummed my fingers on the table, I looked at the clock about 12 times, only minutes were passing but felt like years. Why was she taking so long? I call her name again, asking if she was okay, But there was no answer. So I grabbed the note and the rose and headed up her stairs. Passing her parents bedroom. It was empty and looked kinda creepy. But it made me miss my mom. And dad. He was the smarter one when it came to us. I walked to her bedroom door and the light was on. Relief. I pushed it open slightly secretly wanting her to be getting dressed. But, she wasn't. As soon as I opened the door, the thought of her left. Her room. The smell of her and her. The though of her being safe asleep at night without me, it all came back and my ears were ringing. I snapped out of it and scanned the room. Dresses with princes crowns and old notes from friends. A picture of her and her sister on the wall. And a dream catcher hanging on her headboard. I then realized, she wasn't in her room. She wasn't in the house. But I then remembered, she must be taking the dog out. I've been here nearly 20 minutes. There was a note on the bed. I was panicking.