Elena,Elena

Chapter 6 dancing in the moonlight

Dedicated to a dear friend of mine RoaslinaSingh
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Elena POV

The cold night sent shivers down my spine as I laid on my bed. My heart felt heavy, I was unsure of my faith and this uncertainty scared me a lot.

My mind drifted back to the place where I grew up. The warm air that kisses your skin, its amicable atmosphere that accepts you, the wet dew grass beneath your feet on a cold summer morning.

The entire place was like a child, it held its own innocence. But where there is good, there is always evil to destroy it. My parents and the people that hid beneath their facade.

I felt very emotional. My heart raced at the thought of actually going back. Every night I would wake up from a nightmare and think about home.

My body twisted from the discomfort of the bed. I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere. Mentally, I was unstable and unfit to be alone but physically, I was irreparably ready.

I get out of bed and walk out the bedroom. Unfortunately, I have no awesome swing set I can go to like in those cliché movies but I did have a freshly cut backyard.

I opened the slide door and embraced the icy breeze that hit me like a thousand arrows.

I stepped onto the grass, clutching my phone in one hand while the other wraps around my thin frame.

When I sit on the grass, it feels quite welcoming. I lay there and look up at the sky.

The stars shine like it knows that someone is watching and it feels obligated to show them its best.

I raise my phone and scroll through my list of contacts. I only have a few.

For some odd reason, Daniel's number catches my eye. Ever since the day of the party I saved the number with his name.

I can still vividly picture him now, his cute dimple and mesmerizing eyes. The way he looked in his khaki pants and V-neck jersey.

I click his number out of impulse , something that I hadn't done in years. Impulse...

One ring goes bye then another. I was about to end the call when I heard shuffling on the other side.

"Hello?" His breathe hung in the air

I contemplated answering him but it seems impulse has completely taken over me.

"Hi!" I squeak out.

"Hi!" And I let it stay gentle and pure with its silence.

"Hi!" I say again. What the hell is wrong with me.

"Maybe hi will be our always" and I can feel my cheeks heating up in the cold night. He just quoted tfios. How ironic!

How is it possible? I don't know.

"Do you even know who I am?" I question

"Nope! But I know you know me"

"Take a guess?" I say

"Is it Charlotte? ... Brenda?... Nicole?"

He asks, I was surprised by all the female he ever so proudly expected to call him. And as he calls all the various names of women he most certainly slept with, disappointment seeped through me.

I let him have one more guess before I give up.

"Talesha?"

"Wrong answer sweetcheeks" I say and end the call.