The air hit my face immediately. I sprinted down the road avoiding the questioning faces all wondering the same thing.
Why is a girl running down the road in skirt and heels.
As the sharp pain from the shoes dug more and more into my foot I did the only thing that was going to make this run possible.
I had to take them off.
Whilst taking them off I hopped a bit then once I was on flat feet and I was now in my comfort zone I ran faster and faster. My feet batting against the hard ground.
My feelings had taken over me now. I want to go back to when everything was normal. When I didn't have to care about things like Miles Webb and I didn't need to meet up with the man my Mother is supposedly meant to be having an affair with. This isn't living. My life is about to be wrecked and there is nothing I can do about it.
My mind spun to my Father. The man who has brought me up to be the young woman I am. The man who has stuck to his vows for what I know and has done nothing but the opposite of betrayal. The amount of respect I have for him makes my heart ache. Just to think only a year ago they where so involve it made you question your love life over and over again about how maybe one day you would have something like them. When he finds out about this, he will be broken. Something like this can really damage a person rightly so.
Maybe I am overthinking everything? Maybe it was a one time thing. Maybe they have moved past the pictures and the sexual texts or perhaps its developed into something else. What happens if the baby is Clark's.
With that thought I ran faster.
I know Mum will be home now so this is my only moment to do it. It is now or never Georgia Watson. You may have a chance of saving something that is about to hit the ice berg.
Turning the corner, I was now on the road back to my house. The run has taken me ten minutes and my feet are burning from the stabs of the sharp stones on the ground. One last stretch to do and I will be able to come clean with my Mother with everything I know.
Suddenly from behind me I heard the roar of an engine. I didn't even need to look around too see who it was, I just kept running. The car behind me stopped, the door opened then closed abruptly and the sound of shoes running behind me alerted me.
"Stop Georgia!" Miles ran behind me. No doubt he will catch up with me. His athletic skills are much more advanced than mine, if you even call what I have athletic. "Stop." He shouted again.
"Miles leave me alone." I yelled.
I know Miles has done nothing wrong but right now he's a distraction that I can't afford to have.
I felt a muscular arm grab my elbow and immediately I was stopped in my tracks and spun around to face him. Being so close to him made my nerves once again go away.
A tear escaped and left a warm single trail down my cheek.
"Miles." I breathed. Just saying his name made me feel better. I squinted my eyes shut and let another tear escape then another followed after that.
"You are going to confront her aren't you?" He said stroking my shoulders.
His voice is so soothing, so quiet. He is my medication.
"I have no choice." I cried a little more.
"Hey." He whispered stroking my face with his thumb. "You know what to say alright but let me walk you there."
"Thank you." I whispered. I looked up at him, I stared right into his eyes so I could see the darkness of the brown in his eyes, all of the little patterns that his eyes contained. Each line straying in opposite directions to each other.
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The Bad Boy Next Door
Teen FictionGeorgia Watson has never been good at change. Which is why suddenly moving house after her parents find better work elsewhere is a huge step for her. Not only leaving her friends and everything she has grown up with behind but her memories as well...