Hand On My Heart

Chapter Eighteen

~Next Morning~

Crystal P.O.V

I woke up to Riker, Rocky, Ross and Ryland jumping on Rydel’s bed… I groaned and got up; I was kind of pissed off. I went into the bathroom. I didn’t want to hurt anyone or snap at anyone. I looked like crap I didn’t have any clothes either; great, I hated everything. I got out of the bathroom and went downstairs, Riker, my brother and Derek were in the kitchen at the island,

“What the hell?”

Riker said,

“I’m sorry.”

“I hate you Riker.”

“Please don’t baby, I only let him in because I know some stuff and I know how much you care about him.”

“Did they all know some stuff? Did you all trick me?”

“No, I’m the only one who knew.”

“So you just pretended to comfort me?”

“No.”

“Whatever. I hate you.”

I went downstairs, Derek followed, of course.

“Derek I’m pissed at you.”

“You should be.”

What, that’s not what he’s supposed to say. I turned around to face him,

“What?”

“I’d be pissed if I were you. I don’t blame you.”

“Uhm okay.”

That was all I could say.

“I love you Crystal. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I promise you nothing happened. I left and went home. Riker told me that you were with him.”

“So just the kiss?”

“Yep, it was a horrible kiss. I much rather kiss you.”

I smiled a bit.

“I love you and only you. You have my heart.”

I moved closer and kissed him. It felt nice to kiss him but something didn’t feel right. I pulled back,

“Derek, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep fighting, making up and repeating. I can’t take it.”        

He sighed but didn’t say anything. I went towards the door and started walking home. I had my phone; my clutch thing was in Rydel’s room. She would bring it to me later. Surprisingly Derek wasn’t following me. I sighed and walked into my house, I went up to my room. I locked my door and lay in my bed. Ross texted me,

‘Where did you go?’

‘Home.’

‘Oh, everything okay?’

‘I don’t know.’

I put my phone on silent and got comfy in my bed. I cuddled up to my blanket and fell asleep.

~Three hours later~

Oh boy, I slept for three hours but it felt so good. I got up and took a shower, then put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I went downstairs to make some food. No one was home, of course. I made my food then ate it. After I went back up to my room, I kept my door unlocked. I grabbed my guitar and started adding new songs to my book. I wrote for about four hours. I stopped because it was getting too emotional. I threw my book on my bed and stared out my window. I always sat here when I needed to think. I heard footsteps behind me; I turned around to see who was in my house.