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...
I wanted to leave this place and forget about this horrendous night. The possibility of Regina or Lily seeing me in such a state no longer concerned me.
Being less than ten feet away from him did nothing to sustain the urges I had towards him. The need to feel his mouth on mine once again, and to have his hard chest pinned against my own. these thoughts shouldn't be clouding my head, which is why I so desperately needed to escape.
"I should go," I said, tearing my eyes from him. I got up from my chair and went for my bag. My hands were rummaging around for my phone that must have fallen to the bottom.
His voice dropped to a low, gruff tone. "What are you doing?"
Still digging around for my phone, I answered quietly under my breath. Because honest to god, I was slightly scared as to what his reaction would be.
"I'm going to call an Uber, or a cab, and go." With each passing minute I stayed there I was losing more of my clarity.
This time I could feel the heat emanating off of his body. My body was humming to life from how close he was standing. But with that, I also felt his displeasure.
Elijah snatched the bag from my hands and tossed it back on the couch.
"Absolutely not," he grounded. "I'm not letting you run from this."
'I'm not letting you run from me', were the true words I heard him say.
Run? Was that what I was doing?
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Yes. . . I suppose it was.
I had grown accustomed to leaving things behind as though it was in my nature to do so. My home in New Jersey, my other relatives, and now Elijah. However, time had proven that it didn't matter where I would run to. My past always found its way back to haunt me like an unwelcomed ghost.
How could you outrun something that was a part of you? Like a scar that branded your skin, never letting you forget that one moment in time where you were at your lowest.
It wasn't easy starting over. While it did serve as a convenient distraction, it never took long for it all to catch up to me. It never took long for the voice in my head to point out all the flaws and limitations to my new, makeshift life.
You can't play pretend forever. One day, it's all going to come back and smack you in the face. There is nowhere on this earth where you could run to. Your past will always find you. And then you're going to find yourself right back where you started. Alone and filled with hatred.
Visions of those lonely days clouded my head in a somber haze. After my senior year had ended, I concealed myself from the rest of the world without so much as a warning. I couldn't take being around other people, especially those that reminded me of my family.
Regardless whether it was day or night, I often locked myself in my room with little intention of leaving. My knees were tucked closely to my chest, my body curled up in the corner. The sound of Regina and Aralyn banging on my bedroom door, begging me to come out, will always echo in my ears. But I refused to leave.
