A Summer Romance

Chapter Nineteen - Skylar

Chapter Nineteen - Skylar

"People cry not because they're weak, it's because they've been strong for too long."

-Johnny Depp

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Skylar

I slowly opened the door to the apartment and quietly shut it, trying my hardest not to wake Ryan.

I sighed as it shut and turned around. I almost had a heart attack. "Jesus Christ Ryan." I put a hand over my chest and sighed in relied, "You scared the shit out of me."

He chuckled as he leaned against the back of the couch; arms crossed over his chest and his usual smirk covering his face. "I'm glad that I have that affect on you."

I rolled my eyes and Ryan smiled, "So how was the concert?"

I smiled and plopped down on the couch, "It was so great." I gushed, "They're even better live."

Ryan nodded and I sighed, "And I'm really tired and need to go to bed."

"Then why don't you?"

I groaned and stared off at my bedroom door. "I'm too lazy."

Ryan chuckled and walked over to me and offered a hand, "Come on."

I raised my eyebrow. "What? What are you-ahh!" I squealed as Ryan's arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me up. "Ryan, put me down, right now!"

He chuckled and carried me toward my room, "Nah. This is your last birthday present."

"And what's that?"

"Me in my birthday suit."

I blushed bright red, and rolled my eyes. "That wouldn't be a present to me."

He smirked and shook his head, "Fine. But for my birthday present, I want to see you in your birthday suit." he muttered while continuing to carry me to my room. I chose to ignore his comment, and it was a silent walk, but it was comfortable, which surprised. me.

When he set me down, he looked at me and smiled, "Happy Birthday Skye." My heart race accelerated, and he leaned in. His lips landed on my forehead, and his lips lingered for a second before he pulled away.

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "Goodnight." He murmured.

"Goodnight." I murmured.

He smiled and walked out of my room and shut the door behind him.

I smiled giddily and quickly stripped and threw on an old baggy shirt and jumped into bed.

I was distracted by Ryan's sweetness and his gift and the concert to remember that the dream would overcome me in the middle of the night. But, this time.

It would be worse.

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My father stared at me as he laid beneath the burning car, his eyes turning hard as they met mine. My breathing became labored and my eyes darted to anywhere but his face. His burning, flesh rotten, face.

"You did this to me."

"W-What?"

He smiled a sick, twisted smile and snarled; "This! You did this Skylar! You killed me!"