CH 6
Nick's dark chocolate orbs fixed on the shady figure behind the fence, his vision obscured by the shroud of darkness all around him.
"Are you okay?" Her beautiful, melodic voice chimed into his ears once again before everything turned black.
Her oceanic orbs wide, Miley gasped as she saw Nick's head fall back onto the grass, his eyes flickered shut. Hesitant, she dug her teeth into her plump lips. Worried about Nick, she turned on her heels and swiftly entered her house through the back door. Her dad was in the living room, his loud snores drowning the sounds from the television. Meticulous, Miley scurried upstairs into her dad's room and retrieved a small bronze key from underneath the pillowcase and a first aid kit from beneath the bed. Tiptoeing out the back door once again, she unlocked the padlock on the fence.
As she heard the sweet click of the lock, her heart jumped in both excitement and apprehension. She hadn't been outside of the house for fifteen years. . .
Leaning against his chest, she could feel the slight undulation of his chest, swelling and falling in a steady pace. Knowing he was still breathing, Miley felt more at ease. However, the crimson blood was still thick near his mouth, trickling ever so slowly down his chin. "Let's fix you up." She breathed softly to herself as she opened the first aid kit, taking out some cotton swabs and rubbing alcohol.
Gently, she patted the cotton ball, damp with rubbing alcohol against his wounds, cleaning up the bloody mess. Every now and then, a pained expression would crawl across his face at the stinging sensations. Setting the tainted cotton balls to the side, she applied a small amount of Neosporin on the corners of his mouth. Even though Nick was unconscious, he could feel the gentle cool breath lingering on him, tickling his skin. . .
For a moment, Miley stared down at her mysterious neighbor, mesmerized. She had encountered him a few times but never this close. . .within her grasp. Her piercing azure orbs roaming from his rich dark brown curls to his sculpted physique, she felt herself drowning in his charms. It was as if she was under some spell. She couldn't look away.
As she reached out to caress his cheeks gently with her quivering hand, a groan escaped Nick's lips. Immediately, Miley recoiled and ran back into her backyard, fastening the lock. . . . . . . . . . .
Nick fluttered his eyes open, greeted by the broad rays of sunshine beaming down on him. Squinting his eyes, he groaned, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. Propping himself up, Nick sat up and noticed he was still in his front yard.
"What the fuck happened last night?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing the temple of his forehead as a massive headache overcame him. Ruffling his lustrous curls, Nick stood up on his feet, still clueless. Then, his eyes fixed on the first aid kit beside him. He noticed the cotton balls that were covered with dried blood. . .his own blood.
Everything flooded back to him-the party, the brawl, and the blissful voice from yesterday.
Pivoting his head, he walked toward the fence, his eyes quickly scanning for the mysterious girl through the small cracks.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" He inquired, his heart aching to hear her voice one more time.
But there was nothing-mere silence.
