My Secret Love (18+)

Chapter 9

"Girl, you look so awesome!" Tim said as the hair dresser pulled the towel away from my head to release my new long dark red hair. "I love it!"

"I thought it was time for a change." I said stepping out of the chair and paying the hair dresser. Tim dyed his hair blond and had it cut enough so he could style the front with gel.

"Now, where to?" Tim asked as we walked down the street, we pasted a clothing store and Tim stopped. "Omg, Eliza, that outfit will look amazing on you!" 

It was a a shirt that covered one shoulder and it was big enough for it to hang on the over shoulder. It also had a tank top underneath and a short pair of shorts. 

We went in and bought that for me and Tim got some yellow neon bright sunglasses. I laughed when I saw Tim with his glasses on and then we heard the beats from a nightclub, just down the street from where we were.

It wasn't late enough to go dancing, so we figured that going down to the beach and chilling there until the sun came down, sounded like a wonderful idea. 

We sat down in the sand, just watching the waves crash against the beach. Tim turned and smiled at me, I smiled back. 

"I know that you didn't want to talk about it, but I just want to say thank you. Thank you for standing up to me." Tim grabbed my hand he then looked back towards the ocean. "I really thought that you were a goner, when we brought you to the hospital."

"I know." I then felt my left side, my fingers brushed up against my cheek, feeling the small scar. I flashed back to Justin just beating me. I shook my head and turned to Tim. "How bad was I?"

"It was bad, but you're a fighter. I just never want to see you like that. Ever. I mean it." Tim looked serious, but I couldn't help, but laugh. He then started to chuckle. 

Tim looked around, as the shy was getting darker. He smiled and stood up. "You ready to party!?" He asked as he helped me up and I grinned. 

"Hell yeah!" I yelled as we walked down to the night club. 

The music was loud, but the beat was jumping. Tim and I just danced, until he fell down. He looked at me, his face was so red. "Ready for another one?" Tim asked. 

I nodded as I watched him walk over to the bar. I then went back to dancing. That was until I felt a hand run down my arm. I started to grind on him to the beat. He spun me around and both of our hands were connected. I looked up and all I could see is his hair. He leaned in and said, "Keep shaking your ass like that and you'll get unwanted attention." 

Under his hoodie, I saw him grin. I knew exactly who it was. I leaned in and whispered, "It got your attention, didn't it?" I then walked over to the bar to find Tim talking to some guy. I figured that I would leave them be, so I found a spot on the other side of the bar.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked as I handed him my I.D. 

"2 shots of whiskey. " As I said that, I felt hands hug my waist. 

"How about we go outside?" Michael as he whispered in my ear. I turned and shook my head no. "You can bring a drink with you."

I grabbed the two shots, handed one to Michael. I looked towards the bartender and asked him for a Sex on the Beach. 

"You take this shot and I'll go." I said. I downed my shot just like it was water. Then he did, placed the shot glass on the bar and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the club, with my drink in hand. 

"Where are w-we going?" I asked. I started to feel really drunk. We then walked down the boardwalk and once we were up front of this beach house, Michael stopped and sat down in the sand. "W-who's p-place is this?"

"Ours." He then pulled out of his pocket a lighter and a joint. "Remember this?" 

"Yeah, those were the good times." He then put the joint in his mouth and lit it. Once he took a hit, he handed it to me. 

"Why did you stop?" He asked. I took a hit and french in-hailed the smoke, then passed it to him. 

"Two reasons. One, my parents are cops and two, Justin didn't like me smoking." I said as I took off my flip flops and shoved my toes in the sand. 

"That's right." He went silent. I took another hits off the joint and then handed it to him. He then looked at me, "Why did you say yes?" 

I thought about it and they only reason I could think of, was that I would be safe with him. That and I really did love him. I then took a deep breath. "I don't know. I thought he would keep me safe and he is the only guy who loved me for me. I did love him. I don't know."

"He's didn't love you for who you were. He changed you into someone he wanted you to be." I laid down in the sand. Looking up to the stars. I started to cry. 

"I-I know. Why would he do that? Why would he hurt me? Why?" I looked over to Michael, he looked over and wiped the tears under my eyes. I sat up as we both gazed into each others eyes. 

"Because he's a worthless piece of shit. You deserve better." He then took another hit off the joint and came closer to my lips. He then blew the smoke into my mouth. He pulled away and gentle touch the side of my cheek. I blew out whatever smoke was left and stood up. 

"I think it's t-time for me to go to sleep." I said, grabbing my shoes and walking up towards the new place we will all be staying in, together. 

Michael then helped me to bed and as soon as I laid down, I fell right asleep.