He Called Her Angel

Let Go

*Authors note*
Sorry I haven't updated in months. I don't have much of an excuse. I had chronic writers block and then had no will to even continue the book because I got so busy and totally bailed. I'm sorry! I hope I still have some loyal readers out there!

I'm back though:) and I know this chapters short but there aremore to come:)

-Dani

Let Go

Nothing is more refreshing then waking up to the blissful sound of birds and the slight aroma of a home cooked breakfast wafting around you. I slowly pushed myself off the bed and stretched out my relaxed muscles. I took a deep yawn and steadily opened my eyes to soon realize I wasn't in my room. Then reality sunk in and the memories of the day before came back. I slowly turned around and couldn't help the subtle disappoint from realizing Carter wasn't there.

I took a deep breath and my mouth began to water from the delicious scent surrounding me. I began to follow the smell out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. There were eggs, bacon, and pancakes coated in syrup all laid out on a mahogany table. Carter had just finished setting down the plate of of pancakes and settled into a seat. It didn't even take me a second to sit down and shove a forkful of the delicious chewy pancake into my mouth.

"Good morning to you too." Carter said from across the table. I looked up at him with my mouth full. I couldn't even care about about him right now. My main focus was food. It always is. I nodded my head and shoved a piece of crisp bacon into my mouth. I think he got the message because he started to eat as well.

After breakfast was over we sat around in his open living room creating small talk and joking around. It was comforting and nice. It felt as if I was myself around him and it had been so long since I had felt this way. I wanted to question Carter about what had caused him to become so upset, but it felt like that would be to personal. It wasn't like we were friends, we're we? He was a nice guy and all, but a part of me still wanted to hold on to the hate deep in my gut, but another part, a much bigger part, wanted to like him and dare I say it, love him?

With my rattled thoughts all knitted together I couldn't pay attention to what Carter was saying to me. His eyes probed mine as he asked if I was okay. Was I okay? I wasn't quite sure. I needed stability and the only way to obtain that would be to find a stable ground to walk on. Carter was not a paved rode he was a undiscovered trail in the woods that had been overrun by nature itself. There was never a clear way with Carter and I was afraid I would get lost in the woods.

I think too much. I'm probably overthinking this whole thing right now. I looked up at him and just asked the one thing drifting in my mind, "Are we friends?" Carter looked startled at what I had asked and a emotion flashed through his eyes, it looked like hurt. I bit my lip as the silence filled the room. Carter looked down at my lips and whispered "ya just friends" with a hint of disappointment to his tone. Although, I think I imagined it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I guess I was afraid he would say no. Had I really become attached to this hard-headed bad boy? I would like to say I hadn't, but it was obvious that I had and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The door bell rang making me jump. Carter told me to wait as he went to get the door. I heard someone talking but it was low and hushed. Then it became silent. As curiosity took the better of me I crept quietly out of the living room and peeked around the corner. What I saw was not expected, if anything it would be the last thing I expected.

There in front of my eyes was a girl I despised with my entirety and feared just as much. Kinsey Everheart, the it girl, the bully, the person who destroyed who I was, and the girl who is making out with Carter Lewis and Carter wasn't putting up any objections. Shocked, Hurt, nothing could describe the emotions running through me. Like a chilling wind that froze me to my core.

The fight or flight response kicked in. I didn't have the will to fight so I ran. I was even more disappointed when he didn't come after me. By the time I reached home I wondered if he even noticed I was gone. Then I thought again, nobody notices when I'm gone. I felt so torn apart and alone. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I felt so internally numb I just wanted to be done. I was done.

I laid back onto my bed thinking thinking thinking. I kept breathing slowly. The human heart is such a delicate thing and mind had been more then shattered. It had been stomped on and bored. I tried my best to grasp onto what was left but it fell through my hands and was carried away by the ever flowing breeze of life. I didn't have any kind of fight in me anymore. So I did the only thing I could do, let go.

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Sorry to end on a cliff hanger.
I know it got really intense really fast.