Waking up, I stretch and take in my surroundings. It was Sunday. The day can only go one way, and I'm hoping it will be good. But I doubt that. Who ever it is, they are determined to make me come.
Quickly having a shower I get dressed, putting on a trackie and fluffy socks.
Tying my hair up, I go down to start comfort eating.
For most of the day I watch TV and eat cake and ice cream. When the time finally comes for me to get ready I go and clean myself up before putting on one of my girly dresses that's grey and heels. I comb through my hair and decide on straightening it. I always loved my hair straightened but then after he left I never could be asked, who was I trying to impress? No one, and I thought then I would never want to impress anyone but him. Then I thought Damon would be my everything. Obviously I was nothing to him.
I sigh finishing up with my Hair and put some light peach lipstick on and pick up my phone before walking towards my front door.
" I'm going out!" I shout up at my brother and he grunts in response.
Walking to my car, I opener eh message with the address on it and make my way.Cole POV
Looking out my window I see Ariyah leaving her house all dolled up walking to her car. Where is she going and why is she dressed up like she's going to a club. But she's dressed differently, more girly. And walking in those heels like a pro. Should I follow her? I know I don't want to be a crazy ex boyfriend but what happened last night was crazy and I know she feels something for me. So why break up with me?
Grabbing a shirt and shoes I run down to my car and quickly follow behind her discreetly. The place she's going is far away from the town we live in so it couldn't be a friends party. We enter into a secluded area and a dark ally way. Looking closely, a small shop that's quite run down is dimly lit and she stops outside it. I stop after her, about a metre away. I shut my car off so she's doesn't notice me when she comes out. I feel so disgusted by my actions now but what she's doing is even more weirder.
Ariyah POV
Entering the small shop, I open the rusty door and walk in. The smell of dust hits my nose as I go further in. How old is this place? Why would he or she meet in such an unsanitary place?
I stood in the middle of the main room, clueless on what to do.
" hello?" I call out into the eerie silence.
Dim lights turn on and I jump, at the birthday music that is playing.
I can see clearly that there are now balloons on the floor and a cake on a table in the middle of the room.
I walk up to it and read what it says.
"Happy Birthday to The best boyfriend ever" in cursive icing. It was a cream vanilla cake with extra icing and sweets around the edge. I dip my finger into the cream and moan at how delicious it is.
I felt something on my shoulder, and I screamed before turning around. I nearly fell back but the person stopped me from toppling to the floor. From the somewhat light that illuminates the room, I could see that the person had a mask on with black gloves.
" w-who are you" I whisper.
The music changes to a slow song and I looked around frantically to see who else was here. We're there more than one?
The person takes my hand and guides me to the middle of the room and places its hand on my hip and my other one in its hand. The person leases me in the dance, all the while I'm trying to see who it is. The person seems to be content in a weird way.
The person caresses my cheek softly and I smell a familiar cologne. Being in this persons arms I can only recognise them as someone I would never have thought I'd see again.
" why are you doing this?" I say in confusion.
The person doesn't say anything but stare at me.
Running its hands through my hair I sigh at a reminder of my past.
" I'll let you kiss me if you tell me who you are" I say.
The person covers my eyes with one hand and the next thing I know it's lips are on mine. They struck a chord inside me, but before I could speak a pain struck my side. My eyesight begin to become burry and the last thing I see is the masked stranger, looking down at me.*
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Opening my eyes, a piercing headache hits me and I wince in pain. The room I'm in looks comfy, but I don't feel it. I looks down at my clothes to see that I'm not in my grey dress but in a loose t shirt and sweats. I get up and decide to walk around. Entering the hallway that's mostly clear apart from frames that have been covered over, probably to protect the persons identity.
Another door on the left of the hallway was slightly open, so there must be someone inside. Taking a deep breath I walk towards the door and push it. If the person wanted to kill me then they would have done it already.
I gasp as I take in what's in front of me. It's a tall frame of a mans back, with a white vest on his built body and a mask over his face.
" who are you, please tell me" I squeak out of my small voice. He turns around and I can see his brown eyes. They observe me closely as I shuffle uncomfortable on the spot I'm on.
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Hurt Again ( on hold)
Teen Fiction*Before* I'm Ariyah Morgan. I'm 16 years old. I'm the schools badass and yes i dress like I'm the shit and I don't give two fucks about anyone, apart from my two best friends of course. This isn't any normal story- this is my life and how one even...