Periclum (old version)

Chapter 19

Pov; Aiden Martinez

Isn't that funny, if I would have made a different decision I wouldn't be here right now? If I just would have taken a different conclusion, I wouldn't be sitting here. I should be far away from this shitty place. I'd be across the continent already. But yet here I am, my fucking decisions work shit-eating wrong right now and even though I curse myself every day from making devil ass consequences, I knew, I didn't regret that decision even though how much I should have had. I couldn't let go.

It's bad.

It's really bad.

I shouldn't be here.

But yet I'm sitting here, like a creepy fucking stalker, at a place that wasn't even mine in begin with. But what have I not done that was worse?

Lucas has been on my heels the entire fucking day, like a jackass he was. Couldn't seem to mind his own fucking business and let me breathe for a damn minute. That fucker couldn't seem to let me go. Even how much he knew me, he always pissed me off, and I knew if I was still there I would have left the idiot with a broken nose.

However, his mom was present and I was in no mood for her irrelevant scowling, watching Lucas with a smirk behind her like a little fucker he really was.

So I left.

Yet, I should have gone home, but my feet were hauling me in another direction. I realized the trouble I was setting myself into, but when have I not? Trouble finds me either way even if I want it or not.

I know it was a fucked up twisted idea, but she should have locked her window. A reminder I had to bring up. Any sick fuck could break inside her room like this. It wasn't safe, not now when I got access to it.

I was in deep shit.

I shouldn't be here.

Why the fuck was I here?

And why the fuck am I sitting here like a freak head?

I don't understand. I don't comprehend how peacefully it can be when she sleeps and how calm she looked. It was like she had a shield of protection around her that no evil obstacle could hit her path.

It was... weird.

This was all weird.

She was weird.

Such innocence shouldn't even exist in this cruel world, and especially not a girl like her in a place like this. She confused me. She was just plain weird.

Why a strange girl like her could tramp my heart into a million pieces?

It's fucking unbelievable.

It shouldn't even be that way.

Shit. I should be loathing her, like every other fucker I did, but her, it was something about her that I could never shake off. Her fucking enchantment gripped the shit out of me like some goddamn anaconda.

I couldn't let her go. And for the reason of that, I was sitting on her bed in her fucking room, watching her peacefully sleep like an evil ass stalker.

I shouldn't be doing this, God— I should be going home, but her persona, pureness radiated like a burning fire through my body, and the weirdest fucking thing was that she had no idea of what the fuck she did.

Her light brown hair was spread out on the white pillow behind her, giving me a full view of her relaxed sleeping face. Her long eyelashes were brushing against her flushed cheeks, hiding away those hypnotizing blue eyes, and her pink lips were slightly opened while her whole form was tucked under her bedsheets— after I wrapped it around her.