Malayaha

CHAPTER ONE

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I sit on my bed, curled up in my comforter. I'm exhausted but I'm not about to go to sleep right now. I look at the timer on my night stand beside my bed and it boldly read ' 4:30AM'.

"Ugh" I groan aloud.

I really thought that it would've been 6AM by now. I get out of my bed and creep Into the kitchen trying not to wake anyone up, tomorrow will be my first day to college and I'm slightly nervous but I'm excited at the same time too, I'll be moving to America and it's kind of scary to me because I'm so use to be at home in The Bahamas and having my family and friends around me. I'll be all alone over there and that's not something I'm use to.

Still it has always been a dream of mine to go to college away and I'm going to make sure that happens, I don't want an opportunity like this to pass by me, I run to the fridge and bend down to grab an apple from the bottom draw of the refrigerator but halt when I feel two firm arms wrap around my waist and someone's body pressing against mine I was about to scream at that moment , but they covered my mouth with their hand, I was about to have a nervous break down until I heard this stranger's voice, I immediately calmed down, It's just my idiot boyfriend, Marc (18).

"Hey relax it's just me." he laughs.

I stand up straight and loosen his grip from around my waist.

"If my dad catches you in here, you're dead." I laugh but I am being very literal with him,

I may be nineteen years old (19) but my dad will always treat me like a little girl and in all honesty I don't mind, knowing that he will always treat me like his baby girl is actually soothing, knowing someone would go out to protect me the way that he does puts a smile on my face. It warms my heart.

I take a bite out of my apple and snap back to reality when I hear Marc mumbling something, I direct my eyes up in his direction trying to listen to what he's trying to say but man this apple just tastes so good! '

"Come on Malayaha you're not a little girl anymore and I think we should take advantage of that."

He wiggles his eye brows at me while circling me and I cant help but burst out into laughter. I press my fist against my lips trying to sustain my laughter, when realizing that everyone is still asleep I settle down and bite into my apple again while chuckling.

I look up to Marc, he's bluntly starring at me and I cant help but admire how good he looks, I allow my eyes to slowly roam down his body and open my eyes wide when I notice a large bulge in his pants. I swallow hard while I look him in the face, it feels like the air in here is growing hotter by the second and I'm unsure if it's just me.

"Man you are even more beautiful when you smile, like damn girl." He says in all seriousness, my cheeks heat up and I can feel the hair on my arms raise, I swallow hard on the little saliva in my mouth, I feel the blood in my hands go cold but my body temperature continues to increase.

I run up to him and swiftly kiss him on his lips as I step back he tugs me closer to him and I can feel the 'butterflies' in my stomach going off, It's been 2 years with him and I still get nervous and excited around him. He kisses my lips deepening the kiss as the seconds pass, he licks my bottom lip asking for entrance and I give it to him, but we are interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind him.

He lets me go and backs off turning to see who it is, I groan when I see that it's my little brother Alex (13), my heart sinks to my stomach, he's going to tell dad. He smirks widly and fold his arms across his chest.

"I can explain." I rush my words so fast I'm not even sure if I myself know what I'm saying.

He slowly nods while cackling like a mad person, "Maybe you should explain THIS to dad." He smirks while walking off into the living room.

I hear a loud groggy yawn and freeze in my spot when I see dad walking up from around the corridor.

Marc runs out the sliding door before I even got a chance to blink. Well that's just great I guess, leave me here to clean up the mess? I groan and bite on my lip in frustration.

I notice that dad has already got the news paper in his hands with his glasses on, he's clearly hypnotised into whatever it is he's reading.

Hopefully he didn't notice that Marc was just here. I fidget with my hands, anxiousely awaiting for my dad's reply.

"Morning daddy." I say in a all too cherry tone.

He strides over to where I am with his eyes still glued to the news paper ,he kisses me on the top of the head.

He then looks at me through his glasses that seem to be fogging up,

"Mind telling me what that boy was doing in my house May?" He says with his voice sounding even more thick in his accent.

I laugh nervously, while twisting my fingers slightly.

I then hear the sound of my mom's laughter fill the room and I can't help but smile.

My mom always gives off a vibrant feeling, it puts a smile to my face hearing her laugh or just having her around.

I automatically feel less tense when I hear mom,

"Ease up honey, our little girl is a woman now."

She winks at me. I can't help but laugh,but it ends up coming out as a snort.

I quickly escape the kitchen and run down to my room, but I hear my dad yelling,

"We'll talk about this later."

I snicker while closing my room door behind me. I plop down on my bed and read the timer on my night stand. I gasp when I see that it reads '6:30AM', I swear it didn't feel that long when I was out there.

I shake my head dismissing the thoughts, I grab my phone from beneath my comforter and text my home girl AKA my best friend AKA Liyaah Anderson.

'Bitchhh' I text her,while laughing because I know she'll probably call me instead of just texting back like a normal person.

A minute or two later my phone goes off, I swiftly answer it without checking the CALLER ID because I already know it's her.

"Hey" she says sounding out of breath.
I raise my brow out of curiousity.

"Why do you sound so out of breath?"

I can only hear her heart beating vigorously.

"Liy!" I scream to her, "Oh um I'm sorry its just I have to go okay?" She rushes.

"Wai-" the line goes dear before I can finish my sentence, I sigh heavily.

That's weird, she didn't sound like herself but knowing her she wouldn't want me to get involved but that's too bad because I'm her best friend.

I dial her number again impatiently waiting for her to pick up but my call is ignored and she texts me instead.

"Okay something is definitely wrong." I mumble to myself.

I was about to call again but she texts again saying,

'may please don't call,not right now.'

I frown at her message.

'What's wrong, I'm coming over.'

'No please just I'll text you later.' She texts back.

I frown starring at my phone,the blood running cold in my finger tips, I hope she's okay.

I lay down feeling completely uneased. I close my eyes and try to rest for a couple hours hoping that when I wake up everything will be alright.

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