Tortured love ~ a Trevor Moran fanfiction

Chapter 14

As we approached the front doors, I felt hands being clamped over my eyes.

"I want our room to be a surprise, we all worked very hard on it, I hope you like it."

He nudged me forward, instantly the smell of fresh paint and newly polished wood met my nose. I felt around with my hands, searching for something to hold onto so I didn't trip. I eventually found the stairs and it's railing.

"Alright, now watch out for each step," trev continued, I felt with my toes in front of me, step by step we ascended the stairs. I could hear the boys following closely behind, their soft rhythmic footsteps pattering on the stairs. "We are going to take a few turns, then we will be at our room" Trev whispered, startling me a little by how close he was.

We reached the top of the steps, and they lead me down a hall, we took a left turn, then a right, and suddenly came to a stop. I heard a doorknob twist, then I felt a swoosh of air, them the light smell of cinnamon met my nose. I breathed it in, the warmth of the smell sending shivers down my spine. He guided me further into the room, I could feel the hardwood flooring under my feet. I got the feeling that the other boys left the room. I could no longer hear the soft breathing of each of them.

I felt his hands slowly move away from my eyes, allowing me to see the room.

The first thing that caught my sight was the wall that was all one big bookshelf. It was stacked to the top with books, some I had never heard of, and some were my favorites. On the wall to the right of the bookcase was a king size bed with chocolate brown sheets, and white pillows. I was starting to notice the color coordination, the dark wood floors matched the bedding and the bed frame, the white walls matched the pillows and the other furniture. I continued to let my eyes scan across my new room, finally landing on the wall opposite the bed. It was beautiful, as if the whole wall was one giant window. He must of noticed how I loved the way it looked in the gym at the hospital.

I began to wander into the room, and took a seat on the bed. Letting my fingers intertwine into the fluffy covers. I glanced back to the door, and that's when I noticed it. The room was bigger than I thought.

A few feet to the left of the door was an extension to the room. It probably was a closet that had the wall kicked out. It had two steps leading up to a landing a few feet above the floor I was standing on now. It created a stage in a way.

On that stage, was something I had only ever dreamed of having. There on that stage, was the same piano I had played on at the hospital. Well not the same exact one, but the brand and everything. Yet again the piano matched the rest of the room. The shiny white top reflected the dim lighting that was provided by fairy lights that had been strung up all around the room. It was a scene right out of a fairy tale.

As if he read my mind, my prince slowly walked towards me, he took a seat on the bed next to me.

"Do you like it?" He asked.
"No," his face fell, loosing all happiness.
"It's perfect, beyond the word like, or even love. It's everything I could dream of."
"I would go to the moon and back for you, walk through hell, Rose, I will do anything to make you happy."

I didn't respond, not with words. I leaned in, softly pressing my lips to his, it soon escalated to a full out make out session. I began to play with his belt, pulling on it slightly.

"Rose, stop."

I looked at him confused, didn't he want to?

His voice sounded strained
"Believe me, I want to. But the question is are you ready. and we aren't old enough, can we wait? Just a little longer."

"Ok, I guess we can. I completely forgot how young we were."

"But, I never said kissing wasn't possible"

So that's how our night went, spending most of it wrapped in each other's arms. Sure I was a little sad he didn't feel like doing it yet. It wasn't the fact that it didn't happen, it was the feeling of rejection. But I know that's not what he meant. Im probably overthinking everything, he simply wasn't ready. And now that I think of it, I'm not either. Think about what could happen, I don't want a baby right now. I have no idea how to take care of one.

It was around one in the morning, I still could not fall asleep. He fell asleep about an hour ago. I got off the bed, and tiptoed over to the door.

When I slipped into the hall I noticed it was fairly short compared to what I thought It had been from my earlier blind tour. The hall continued, then it turned and went to the left. I wandered aimlessly, just wanting to explore a little.

Along that wall was several doors, curiosity got the best of me and I opened the second one I stumbled across. I looked in to see a very calm looking Sam passed out on the bed. His curly hair was everywhere and he had a little line of drool dripping from his lip. I closed the door so I wouldn't wake him up, and I might start laughing if I looked any longer.

I eventually made my way to the stairs, being as quiet as I could, I began to make my way down them.
Turning the corner, I found what looked like the kitchen and living room. Scanning over the kitchen I saw probably the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

There in the kitchen was the one and only Jc caylen, eating Nutella out of the jar, with a very small dog sitting on the counter. I flipped on the lights. Jc spun around and the jar of Nutella slipped out of his hands. He looked confused, shocked, and a little scared.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, giggling between each word.

"Ummm..... Well you see.... Ummmm..... I got hungry." He said.

"No shiz Sherlock." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. I continued...
"I meant... What is this cutie doing..."
I said. Motioning to the little dog on the counter.

"Oh him? That's wishbone. He's my baby." He responded.

So we went on talking, for a while. Jc was starting to feel like an older brother to me. I knew I could tell him anything and everything. He knew almost everything that happened in my life, I spilled everything. It feels good to have somebody that I don't have any relationship with, like a love relationship that cares about me. Before we knew it, it was 5 in the morning. That's when the phone rang.

Jc ran to pick it up.
"Hello?"
I could only hear muffled sounds.
"It's for you." He said, holding out the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this Rosalee?"
"Yes, and who might this be?"
"I'm Lisa, we would like to inform you that because your father is in jail, your younger sister will be put in you and your mate's custody."
"Sister?"

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What will happen...

1. She keeps the sister

2. She puts her sister up for adoption

3. Daddy drama?

What should I name her sister? Leave a comment and tell me xoxo