Lost In You

F O U R T E E N

I woke up to find the space next to me empty.

After a quick scan of the room, I found him sprawled out across the floor with a blanket and a pillow, confusion filled my mind.

Did last night actually happen? My fingers traced my lips, a shiver running down my spine as I remember his hands on my body, the taste of his mouth on my tongue, the way his hands caressed my face and the emotion in his eyes.

It had to be real.

I tiptoed across the wooden floor, trying not to wake up the others and crouched next to him.

"Tyler," I hiss, brushing hair out of his face and observed his peaceful face. A small whistle escaped through his teeth with every breath he took. His eyelids fluttered, but he didn't wake up. I shrugged and went to get changed, dread settling in my stomach when I looked at the time.

7:30am.

I had to leave in two hours for the airport.

When I came back downstairs, I heard voices in the kitchen and the sweet aroma of pancakes wafted towards me, making my stomach grumble.

I was wearing black leggings and one of Tyler's t-shirts he had given me a few weeks ago. I tugged on the shirt nervously as I stepped into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I saw what was waiting inside though.

Dad was standing in front of the stove, his hair mussed and he was whistling a familiar tune.

The song he used to sing to lull me to sleep.

My stomach flipped and I turned to go, but I was too late.

"Good morning darling," He beamed, his smile resembling the mad hatter when he turned to face me.

"Hi," I muttered.

I had tried to avoid him as much as possible since that horrible day he'd blackmailed me, but it was hard to do when he still hadn't left. I just wanted him to go back to his snotty wife and stepdaughter and to stay well out of my life. At least that was one positive about Paris. I would be able to get away from him.

"Are you excited?" He asked, turning back to the pancakes on the stove.

"To leave?" I asked, even though I knew what he meant.

"What else?"

"I'm absolutely ecstatic, Dad, to be shipped off to Paris like a problem you don't want to deal with, can't you tell?" I answered dryly, pouring a glass of milk and walking out of the kitchen.

"That's not breakfast," He called out after me. I ignored him and walked into the lounge, finding Kara and Mason awake and talking quietly. Farrah and Tyler were still fast asleep.

"Hey girl," Kara grinned at me. She looked gorgeous even in the morning. Her cheeks were flushed and even though her light blonde hair was messily tied up in a bun. I was jealous of her.

I forced a smile and curled up on the couch, taking a small sip of my milk. I ignored the way Kara's eyes followed me every move, but I guess I'd have to get used to that in Paris.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, casting a glance in Tyler's direction when he moved and made a small noise.

Kara nodded.

Tyler made another noise and mumbled something.

"Rose..." He groaned, his eyes scrunching tight as his arms thrashed out.

"Come back," he said.

My head snapped up and I caught Kara looking at me with something in her eyes I hadn't seen before.