Falling Into Oblivion

Chapter One

Chapter 1 is slow but there's a reason for it. Read to the end for the good stuff.

This book is dedicated to all those who have fallen victim to or made up to feel like you were going out of your mind, felt worthless during the most impressionable time of your life.

PEOPLE ALWAYS say it's better to be friends first. We may not have wanted to admit it at the time. Now looking back, I thought that's what it was. Friends, a friendship but we were more than that. From the very start there was something so intriguing, so mysterious about him. The way he looked at me was like I held his whole world. I felt wanted. It was nothing I had ever felt before oddly, given all circumstances...

I knew from that moment, I wasn't ready to let him go.

Little did I know, I'd have to.

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JANUARY 1st

IT'S THE FIRST of January and I can't even put into words how excited I am to begin the new year. Arsen surprised me last week, asking if I would want to go on a weekend trip with him alone to the Westmore's cabin. The cabin's been around for years as a get away place for his family. His family unfortunately, have not been in recent years. Yet, the cabin holds many memories for him as a young child and he couldn't finally wait to go back. Now that he is nineteen, he has asked me to be the first to bring along. And naturally, I couldn't refuse.

I look over to the drivers seat and watch him, completely oblivious to my gaze as he concentrates on the icee roads ahead. "You excited?" I ask, deviating his attention.

"Heck yeah!" He grins and I look out the window.

It's beautiful this time of year, everything draped in white, blankets of snow covering just about everything in sight. The trees are heavily dusted with snow, making everything appear so clean. The roads are clear, apart from the few patches of ice we drive along. The sun is bright despite the cold weather of minus 31 Celsius.

"Do you remember what the cabin looks like?" I ask remembering the first time he told me about the place. His parents brought him and his sister up until they were around the age of 12, near the same time we met as kids. But it wasn't long before they stopped taking them to their week long family trips and for reasons that are still unclear to me. Arsen never liked to talk about it so I never pushed him to.

I watch as he turns the button up to the heater. "I do, it's been a long time but I vividly remember it. It's not much, its just a small space."

"I cant wait to see it. I want to light a fire when we get there." I offer. "There is a fireplace, right?"

"Of course, what kind of cabin would it be without one." He confirms, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. "But we won't be needing it baby. I can warm you up." He smirks, his dimples so prominent. He reaches over and gently places his hand on my knee and looks at me with lustful eyes, raising a brow that causes me to blush.

"I know you have other things in mind, but I really don't think that's a good idea. We should probably stock the fridge once we get there." I remind him. I don't mind when he wants to tease or play with me but we can't go any further than that. It's not that I don't want him that way. God knows I do. I just can't let it go there. I don't want it to go there.

"Is that so? Stocking the fridge? " He gives me one of his mischievous smiles.

"Well, its not exactly on the top of my list of things I want to do but we've got to do it before the food goes bad." I explain but he frowns. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for fun." I gently grab his hand to lighten up the mood.