Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
My stomach did backflips the moment he drove through the gates and pulled up to his place. The condo was, as expected, breathtakingly beautiful, but it was easy to see where he had the renovations. Part of the house was covered in large contrasting stones, giving off a very forestry feel. It appeared that unlike the other houses, his place had a front porch added on.
Following the matching cobblestone path leading up to the large wooden door, I braced myself for what lies beyond this point. Elijah twisted the key into the lock and opened the door. Not even three steps in and I was smacked with the scent of pine. The same smell that engulfed me every time he was around me. I knew for certain that this place belonged to him.
The interior of the house was much like the interior of his office. Warm shades of brown lined the room with little accents of dark, aged metal. The floors were wood instead of tile, which for some odd reason made me happy.
This man didn't seem like the type to live with tile floors, not when the rest of his house resembled a cabin. Beyond the entrance was a large living area with leather sofas and chairs surrounding a vass fireplace. Beneath a large framed oil painting there was a bar with various types of dark liquor and two glass tumblers already waiting.
Oh, how convenient. I think after this discussion I'm going to need a drink.
"Sit down," he gestured to the chairs.
Taking a seat across the room I watched as he moved over to the bar. He uncapped one of the large glass holders and poured a dark liquid into the glasses.
It's like this man is reading my mind.
Handing me the glass, he sits up on the arm of one of the chairs.
"Now tell me."
I swished the dark color liquid in my glass before taking a long sip. A familiar burn rushed down my throat causing me to scrunch my eyes close.
"Long story short-"
"I want the long story," he swiftly interrupted.
I held his glare for a long moment before looking away. Why did I suddenly feel ashamed of telling him what really happened?
"I went back to my dorm room after my last class this morning. Before I opened the door I heard a strange voice coming from the other side. It was a guy's voice along with Aralyn's." I continued, "I didn't get a chance to really hear the whole conversation, however I knew it was heading in a bad direction. Aralyn isn't one to hold her tongue in an argument." I couldn't help but smirk.
"Go on," he pushed.
"Everything went quiet until all of a sudden I heard her cry out. Without thinking I threw open the door. All I could see was this guy towering over her, like he was getting ready to beat down on her..." My voice grew low in my throat. "That's when everything grew hazy."
I had a difficult time recalling the event even now, after only a couple of hours went by. My memory played like an old film strip being shown on a white screen in the back of my mind. I could only manage to remember clips of what happened.
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