Victoria's Secret Angel

Eleven

I knocked for a third time before I heard shuffling feet behind the door. A second later the door opened and a sleepy Bryton appeared. "Kendal?" He scratched his thick, tangled hair and yawned.

"Bryton..." I said, relieved that he had answered.

"Kendal what are you doing here? It's almost 2 in the morning," he said.

"I know. But I couldn't sleep. I just wanted to see you..." I fiddled with my hands and gave Bryton a hopeful look.

He looked into my eyes for a few seconds before sighing and motioning me to come in. I smiled and walked in.

"So, how come you can't sleep?" he asks, crossing his arms.

His crossed arms formed a barrier between us and I suddenly felt un-welcomed.

"I've just felt a little lonely lately, that's all."

"You live in a house full if people," he quickly counters.

I feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I should have never came!

Bryton continues waiting for my response, and then sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Look-"

"No, Bryton, don't talk. I'm leaving now. I thought I could come to you for anything, but I guess that's not true. I'm sorry for even considering coming here." I wrap my sweatshirt tighter around me and grab the door handle.

"Kendal, no, wait," Bryton grabs my shoulder. "I'm sorry. Whatever's bothering you I'm sure we can fix it."

"That's the problem," my hand tightens around the door handle, "I don't know what's wrong. I don't know what's come over me." Except I do know. I knew as soon as I woke up in the middle of the night and even as soon as when I downed those sleeping pills yesterday afternoon.

I now remember why I stopped taking those pills in highschool. They mess with my hormones and basically make me crazy. My mom always thought i was just PMSing, so I never told her and hence the reason I still have them in my possession.

But when I take them, it's like the relax every twitching nerve in my body, like they're shutting my system down completely. No matter how much I liked that feeling, I hated the feeling when I woke up, so I stopped taking them. My body got back on track and I began acting normal. That's around the time I got serious with dance. If i couldn't take the pills anymore, then dance was the next best thing to calm my nerves.

"Kendal!" Bryton called my name, snapping me out of my trance. "Kendal what the hell's going on?" I now noticed my cheeks were damp with tears and Bryton was the only thing keeping me from sliding down to the floor.

"Bryton, I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice small and thin, just loud enough to pass through his ears. He slides his arm under my knees and hoists me off of my feet. I slouch in his arms and dig my face into his neck.

The hallway is dark, but my eyes adjust enough to make out shapes and that he is bringing me into his room. He places me on the soft mattress and pulls he covers over my body. "Get some sleep, We'll talk about this in the morning," he says.

I tug on the hem of his shirt. "Can you stay with me?" I ask. He sighs and takes a moment to think about it.

"You're really pushing it, Kendal, I'm really worried."

"Please? I promise I'll make it up to you." He slips under the covers and lays on his back. Not satisfied, I crawl closer to him, enough so that my side touches his, and place my hand on his chest.

"Go to sleep, Kendal," he says sternly, even though his eyes are closed.

"But I'm not tired anymore." The pills are starting to ware off, but I still feel lonely. The past few weeks have been hard without my family or friends around and Bryton makes me feel better; he makes me feel things I've never felt before.