I coudln't sleep the night before the plane left. I was wide awake in bed and my eyes wouldn't close.
His face.
Voice.
Eyes.
i wouldn't forget them. It was the second time I had seen him and the second time I had heard his voice. The first time I had seen him was at the beach, the first time I heard hs voice was on the phone.
I knew he knew about me looking into what my father did, but what did he know really? And what was I getting close to? Why was it so important to keep me away from the truth about my dad?
Nothing made sense.
"You still awake?" A voice came through the darkness.
I jumped up from the covers and held a scream.
"I'm sorry." Xavier laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you." The moonlight from the window made his eyes and smile clear in the darkness.
"Yea." I replied.
"What's on your mind?" He asked getting up from the couch and moving onto the bed. I lifted the covers for him to get under them and get close to me.
"Nothing. I just can't sleep." I nestled my face in his chest. He was warm and made me feel safe.
"Are you sure?" He asked looking at me.
"Yea. I'm just a little jumpy. I don't know why." I closed my eyes.
"You should drink something to calm you down. When I was five my mom and Kinley would have this routine and drink a glass of warm milk when I couldn't sleep. They did it along with me so we would all fall asleep at the same time. It's weird but tht's what we did. Try it." Xavier suggested.
I smiled at his thought. "Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I slipped out of the bed and my feet touched the cold floor. I wrapped a robe around me and headed downstairs.
The lights were all off so I felt me way to the kitchen.
Hitting the light the room was bright and became visible.
I poured myself a glass of milk then put it into the microwave. I waited until there was a second left and hit the end button to avoid hearing the beep.
"He was right." I said to myself with a sip of the milk. "This is calming."
I finished the glass and put it into the sink. Turning off the light I made my way back upstairs.
Goosebumps erupted on my skin on the stairs. I suddenly felt chills and realized the window on the stairwell was open.
"This wasn't open when I went downstairs." I got close to the window and looked out.
He was there.
Smiling like he knew something I didn't.
My face must have been chalk white because the guy walked away laughing to himself and disappeared into the dark.
Chills ran down my spine but i made my way back to bed.
"Hey." Xavier said sitting on the bed.
i put on a fake smile and rubbed my eyes.
"Better?" Xavier asked pulling up the covers up to my chin.
"Yea." I lied quickly. Yawning to make it more convincing I turned on my side and said ,"Goodnight."
"I'll wake you up to get ready to go." Xavier's weight went away as he walked over to the couch. "Goodnight."
I don't know how, but I fell asleep that night and dreamt of my father when I was small. The only thing that was going through my mind the whole time was a question: Dad, what did you do that is now hunting me and watching every move I make?
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