My Bad Boy Roommate

Chapter Seven

Recap:

For a moment, I forgot that my parents were sleeping and that I was shouting at the top of my lungs, it was just Ryder and I. I just wanted to know about this breathtaking, myseterious boy that stood before me.

Ryder's eyebrows went up, his body moved closer to me, his toned chest pressed against mine, his mouth to my ear.

"Oh baby, he isn't my friend, quite the opposite actually, and trust me, you don't want to know about me. If you did, you'd keep one eye open when you slept."

My heart stopped in my chest as he took a step back, a dark smirk taking over his features. I stayed frozen in my tracks unable to process anything, who was Ryder? Did any of us really know?

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It's been a while since I've made the trip down here, where my aunt lay, six feet under. But with all the confusion and heartache of Ryder's three day presence I just had to get away, I had to come see her.

"Hey Aunt Karen,"

I smiled at the concrete headstone, it didn't show any of the love she gave or any of the happiness she brought to this farm when we were at our lowest. When mom and dad were so close to saying goodbye, you could almost taste it, everyone could tell, we were all just hoping for some kind of miracle.

Aunt Karen was that miracle.

Until she tragically died in her house when it lit on fire. The sad part was that no one found her body, she, and all she was, were gone forever. Just like that.

"We sure do miss you, Dad and Mom are much better, thanks to you, of course. I just wish you could see what you did, you brought our family together. I don't even think you realized that you were doing it, you just were. That's that kind of person you were, you are, the kind of person I want to be."

I paused, walking over to the patch of yellow daises that rest beside where she lay. Plucking one, I gently set it on the stone that told the world what she was, but not who she was. The stone that could never give her the justice that she deserved.

"I wish Julie could have been born, too. Why did Mom have to lose her before she could even come see the world? Come see the meadow down by the creek where Daddy would teach us to fish once she turned six next year, if she was here. She should get a stone too, not that give her justice either, but it would give her a little bit of remembrance. But because she was never born, she will never get that or the meadow. I might make her my own but I'm afraid it might hurt my mother if she would see it."

I sighed, lowering myself to the ground next to the piece of concrete that was made for my aunt, leaning softly against it, my eyelids closing.

"I wish you were here to tell me what was right to do, it's been five years and I'm scared to even bring up Julie in front of my parents. That's not right, they haven't moved on, no matter what they say, they haven't. If they had, they would be able to talk about her. I need you here, I'm so al-"

My head perked up, hearing footsteps. Ryder emerged from the woods, his expression curious.

"What the hell? You can't be out here, Ryder!"

He ignored me, looking around before his eyes set on the gravestone.

"Who is this? Are you crying?"

I hadn't noticed that the salty streams were going down my face until he metioned it. He didn't any right to come out here and question me when he doesn't even answer any of my questions. Only gives me damn riddles.

"Just go away, Ryder."

I started back for the house, expecting Ryder to be on my tail, but instead when I turned around he stayed at the grave site and I left him there.

Author's Note

howdy! I'm really in love with this chapter that I could't wait to post it. make sure you vote, comment. & share please!

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April