He saved my life... Well kind of? 21

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Hi, umm okay so, I really wanted to include a song in this! It's called Be Here by Parachute. And I think it kind of fits how Trinity feels. Although the song is talking about a lover instead of a mother. I think. Anyways this band is fricken awesome, and I thought should share it with you! Thanks for reading you da you da best! :D

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"What are you doing here?" I asked in the same tone. While moving into a standing position.

I turned around to meet eyes with David? What the fuck!? This seemed to really creep me out. Was he following me? Part of me wants to know the reason why the hell he is here. And the other half of me wants no part in knowing why the hell he is here!

"I uh come here to think sometimes." He said shuffling his feet closer to me.  

"I honestly thought I was the only one that comes here." I said in kind of a sincere tone while my hair whipped around because of the wind. To be honest with you, I was kind of annoyed, why can't there be just one place that I, Trinity can have to herself that nobody can ever bother me.

"So listen, there was something I really wanted to do but didn't get the chance to." David said quietly and slowly looked down to his feet.

Oh. My. Gosh. No I know what he's thinking.

Soon enough his body was close to mine, I could feel the body heat coming of us. He then cupped my face in his biggish hands and closed the gap between us with his lips. His lips were soft, I couldn't help but die a little bit inside. He once shoving his tongue down my throat so that was a plus. The kiss was simple and sweet.

I pulled away, my eyes widened afterwards, mind you I am still wearing sunglasses. That's right I wear my sunglasses at night! ;)

As I glanced at David he looked pretty proud of himself. How cute. But this was way too much to deal with.

"I have to go, bye." I said in a tired voice, as I turned and left.

>>PLAY THE SONG!<<  

[P.S. the song is kinda long but basically what I'm trying to say is that she misses her motherly dearly! ]

When I finally reached the bottom of the building , I started walking, I was completely and utterly confused, I was also angry with my dad and myself. Just thinking about this made me want to breakdown and cry. Right now, I just really need my mother. She was one of the people, let me rephrase that the only person whom I could actually vent to and spill my heart onto.

Like the time, when my friendship with Lisa was on the rocks. When we both seemed to outgrow each other. She wanted to wear make-up and mini skirts and halter just like her older sister. And me on the other hand, just wanted to focus more on my drawing. Did I mention I kind of have a thing for art? [spoken in a very modest tone]

After my mom died, I kind of stopped, because she was the one that got me into the whole artsy scene. It was a hobby that we shared, nothing that my sister, Ashley and my father would ever understand.

I kind of felt betrayed, I mean my sister knew about this lady my father was seeing and didn't bother in telling me? I thought we were getting along? I thought we were on the same side fighting for the same thing, happiness? Guess not.

Another thing about me, I am the way I am now, a bitch, kind of uptight and stubborn, is only because in the past I was the one that would always walk away hurt, why? Because I always let my guard down. Third grade, these two popular girls wanted to be my friend, a smile was on my face for the longest time, because they wanted to MY friend. Later on, I got kind of close to them, close enough to trust them. And later they screwed me over, locking me in the janitor's closet, the closet was really dark and scary, feeling my surroundings, I later got drenched in purple paint. I had to stay at school for the rest of the day, not being able to leave and change.

Horrible times. I shuddered at the memory, more tears escaped my eyes. I sniffled.

I smiled a tiny bit, thinking of what my mother would said , 'Honey, in order to learn a lesson you have to make a mistake. Trust me, it would be a huge mistake if you ever dye your hair purple.' She said with a laugh, trying to take my mind off the horrible accident.

I heaved a sigh and quickened my pace, and later bumped into another person, I mumbled a sorry. And tried to leave, but the person grabbed my arm.

First thought, RAPE!

But then I felt kind of safe when I heard the person whisper my name. "Trinity, that you?" He said with a soft voice. If you were guessing, and your guess was Zane, DING DING DING, you guessed correct.

He took of my sunglasses, my face with stained with tears, no I don't want him to see how ugly I look right now. Well I'm always ugly but this this is worse then ugly!  

I snatched the sunglasses from his hands and put them back covering my eyes. I just really craved a hug from someone, especially from someone I know and kinda like. I wrapped my arms around him.

We hugged for a while, in silence. I didn't think it was that awkward, that is until he kissed my hair. If I was my normal self today I would've slapped him silly. J

"You wanna talk?" Zane asked calmly.

"Um yeah, I would like that." I said as I looked up into his eyes.

"You brought your car right?"

"Yeah, so I was thinking we should go to Timmies I feel for a coffee." I said with a small smile.

"I like the way you think, but I'm driving."

I was too tired to argue, crying takes a lot of energy!

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We finally pulled up to Tim Hortons, the red sign glowing at the front of the store. Fact, whenever I go to Tim Hortons I always get a little excited. If you don't know where Tim Hortons is, it's like a coffee shop type of place only found in like Canada. It's kind of like Dunkin' Donuts.

When I was a kid, my parents would always buy me ice cappuccinos. Mmm, they were delicious, when I was younger we went to Tim Hortons as a family once at like 10:00 PM, I of course wanted an ice cap because they are heaven on earth. And once I had it, I pulled an all nighter, not cool. I was up at like 4:00 AM in the morning eyes wide open. Bored, lots and lots of energy pulsing through me.

I smiled at the thought, "Care to share?" Zane asked, glancing at me with an arched brow as we made our way in line.

"I used to have ice caps at 10pm and never get the chance to sleep, I felt so vampire-like." I said while pretending to scare him away with my 'fangs'. He chuckled at my stupidity.

We finally were at the cashier, I ordered a French vanilla coffee and a donut, while he ordered something else I paid no attention.

"I'll pay." He announced pulling out a ten dollar bill.

"Aww your too nice, who knew that you could be so sweet." I said, while he gathered some change from the cashier.

"I'm always sweet." Zane replied with a small frown that a kid would use, as we got our food and headed to a booth near the windows.

I smiled a bit while sitting across from him, after taking a sip from my coffee, I said, "Listen Zane, I'm really sorry for acting like such a self absorbed bitch sometimes."  

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I apologize if the story is starting to be more choppy then it is flowy. But hope you like this chappy, I brought Zane back in it :D  

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heads up, in like a week I'm going away to the U.S. for like a week, so I won't be posting ):  

sorry. I'll try to make the upcoming posts a smidge long just for ya!  

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