Chapter 32
I jolted up into a sitting position as I looked around, gasping for air. I was sitting in my bed, blinded by the light filtering in through the windows.
“Lindsay?”
I turned to the right and saw Seth sitting on the black leather sofa by my bed. He rushed over and at down on the corner of the bed, a concerned look plastered on his face. “What happened?”
Should I tell him? I mean, I passed out in his arms, should I tell him the reason why? He'll probably think that I am insane! Deciding that I should probably kind of tell him the truth, I said, “I just thought that I aw something.”
Seth obviously knew that I wasn't telling him everything, but he didn't push or more information. This is one of my favorite tings about him: he knew when to leave things alone.
“How's Nick?” I asked, concerned for my brother. He was always a momma's boy, no matter how much he denies it.
Seth sighed. “He's mostly worried about you, but till in the process of getting over your mom. He's pretty much been staying in his room since the funeral.”
“Wait,” I demanded, “how long have I been out” It couldn't have been too long, right? I was only surprised to see him; it's not like I had a heart attack or anything.
“About two days,” Seth said quietly.
“How?! I only thought I saw something!”
He shrugged. “I guess that the stress got to you and your body was telling you that you have to relax.”
“Relax? I have been relaxing!”
“But that's the exact problem! You've been too calm. You had to have broken down sometime. Whatever you saw and you breakdown was enough to make you pass out.”
I sighed and rested my head in my hands. Everything is too much. First, my dad dies, then I almost get raped, the Jake dies, then he's a ghost, then I almost get raped again, then I can control fire, then my mom dies, then I see my dead dad.
What.
The.
Fuck.
This world is just too weird.
Seth shifted so he was sitting behind me and pulled me into his chest, running his fingers through my hair. He didn't say anything, just sat there and stroked my hair.
As I eventually calmed down, Seth pulled away and kissed the back of my head. His eyes ran over my face, making sure that I was okay, and pressed his lips against my forehead. “Do you want any breakfast?”
I sighed and pulled away. “Sure.” I wasn't really hungry, but I haven't eaten anything or two days, so I figured that I should have something.
We got up and made our way to the kitchen and Seth walked over to the fridge, pulling out eggs, milk, and bacon. Turning towards me, he raised an eyebrow. “Do you want an omelet and bacon?”
“Sure,” I nodded happily.
“Coffee?”
I shook my head. “No thanks, I'll just have some milk.” I cant stand the taste of coffee; I find it completely disgusting.
Seth puled out ham, cheese, and green pepper, cutting it up as he let the eggs cook a little in the pan.
I sat down at the table and watched Seth cook, his movements fluid, like he knew his way around the kitchen. It was kind of hot in a weird way, but that's probably because he didn't have a shirt on, so I could see all of his muscles flex as he moved.
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Chasing Souls
RomanceSeventeen year old Lindsay Taylor is a nobody in school. She has very little friends and chooses to focus on school work instead of going out and partying. When the "it" boys at her school, Seth and Cole Matthews, start paying attention to her, she...