The Omission Behind Ones Devotion

Chapter 14

Hayden's POV:

I stand at the doorway watching the last car make its way down the long narrow street awaiting for it to get engulfed into the darkness of the night. It wasn't until the car had become infinitesimal that I had let out a jagged breath, unaware I had been holding it in.

It had been one long depleting day, but I had a feeling it had just begun. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket to check the time, a text message appears on my screen.

Birth-Giver: Hey sweetie!! Just checking in to see how things are. Your father and I are not going to be home until Sunday, we are putting you and Brayden in charge. I expect the house to be spotless by the time we get home. 
Love you!!

I mentally groan, dipping my head back beginning to sulk. I find it funny how this party isn't even mine, and yet I'm going to be the one stuck cleaning every up. And besides where even is Ryan. Well, knowing Ryan he is most likely drunk and passed out in the backyard. And now that I think about it, Brayden had probably ditched me, leaving me to clean the discombobulation.

"Hey what's up?" a deep familiar voice pronounced.

I guess he didn't.

"Nothing much, I guess we are in charge," I say flashing my phone towards him.

"Yeah, your parents told me before they left, aren't they going on some getaway or something."

I shudder at the thought as unwanted images appear in my head. A loud laughter fills the room, bringing me out of my head.

"Oh you should have seen your face," Brayden laughs. 

"Oh wow very funny, now if you can excuse me I have a crap ton of cleaning to do." I sigh grabbing a rag that was next to me, pushing my way past him. 

I make my way into the kitchen. I figured that it was keen to start in the kitchen, mostly because it was the messiest.

Leaning down, I grab a garbage bag from underneath the sink and start throwing away the  detritus that had covered the countertops.

There was such a big mess, and not enough time to clean. Checking the time that was displayed on the oven, it was now almost 2:00 a.m.

Fantastic.

I feel my eyes begin to droop, but immediately I snap out of it, and rid the countertops of anything and everything else that happened to be scattered on top.

It had taken about 30 minutes until the countertops and floors in the kitchen alone were spotless. You don't even want to know some of the stains that were on the floors and cupboards, and trust me I don't either.

Sitting on one of the barstools, I give my aching legs a break from the constant cleaning. Who knew teenagers could be so messy!

I feel my eyelids become extremely heavy and my body becoming languid. It was only then that I had decided to rest my head on the counter.

Rookie mistake.

For then I no longer had the strength to keep my eyes open, and I eventually gave in.

It's funny, who knew the counter would be so comfortable?

I felt myself drifting off into what probably would have been a deep slumber until I hear a husky voice call my name. A familiar husky voice, the voice of Brayden.

"Hayden are you still in-" He cuts himself off, immediately cranking down his volume, into a whisper.

"Hayden come on wake up," a soft but firm hand brushes against my shoulder, and I sigh burying my face deeper into my arms.

"Hayden," he says again nudging me slightly. For some bizarre reason it was like I could not get up. It felt as if my eyes were glued shut and my body was frozen. I attempted to wake myself up, which only resulted in me making inaudible noises.

I once again burry myself deeper into my arms, feeling generally comfortable, until a pair of large arms wrap around me. I felt one arm snake around my back, and the other underneath my knees.

The next thing I know I was flying- No wait, I was being carried, to what felt like was up the stairs.

I rest my head on his front, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he takes steady breaths. I don't know why but the feeling of being in his grasp, gave me a sense of clarity. For some reason I felt protected and safe.

I listen to the vigorous pattern of his heart rate, going up every once and a while. I drape one of my arms over his neck, pulling myself closer into his hold.

I then nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck, and I feel his shoulders tense as he let out a breath.

I hear the sound of a door opening, then a few moments later I feel myself being laid down on a soft surface slowly. It was almost as if he laid me down with caution, like I was a china doll on the verge of breaking.

The boy must be strong, let me just put that out there.

My body instantly feels cold as I am no longer in his hold, but as if on cue, I feel the covers being pulled overtop of me.

I snuggle myself into the covers, as the sound of footsteps become faint, and I feel myself fall into a deep slumber.

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Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update this chapter. And sorry it's short I was going to combine this chapter and the next, but I wanted to get something up. I hope you guys still enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to vote!

-Taylor