40A/N: this chapter is going to be a little lemony but not with who you think. ;) So if you don't like reading that kind of stuff, leave! Oh and the only reason I get to update is because I have bronchitis and I'm sick, but I'm going to school tomorrow. Here's the chappie!
"Katelyn," a gentle voice whispered, "Katelyn, wake up, honey."
I woke up slowly to see my parents, suitcases in their hands.
Oh yeah: I thought, sitting up: I almost forgot about their business trip thing.
They smiled at me as I stood up and walked with them into the hallway.
"Ok, honey," my mother said gently, "Now, you know that we'll be gone for a week."
I nodded my head tiredly.
She looked at me sadness on her face and she said, "I'm sorry we're leaving."
I placed a very fake smile on my face and I said, "No, don't worry about me, mom. I can take care of myself."
She smiled. We reached the door. She opened it, kissed my forehead, and walked out.
My father stood in the doorway, staring at me.
"Katelyn," he said. He turned outside and looked around.
He then leaned towards me and whispered, "Don't tell your mother this: I slipped a small gun under your pillow."
I widened my eyes and as I opened my mouth, he said, "I know, I know. I'm only doing this because of what happened. I want you to be safe and we're going to be gone for a week. If anyone breaks in, take precautions, ok?"
I nodded my head and understood. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Love you, honey," he said, "We'll call when our plane lands, ok?"
I nodded my head. As he walked away, I embraced him in a hug.
"Be careful," I whispered.
I released him and watched him walk down the hall.
I slowly closed the door and walked back into the apartment room.
I sighed and looked around.
"Now what do I do?" I asked myself.
I walked to my room to get dressed. I opened my closet door and saw a bright blue shirt and some jeans. I quickly put them both on and grabbed a silver brush that lied on the small desk in front of my bed. I pulled my hair in a blue ponytail that I had picked up from the desk.
I sighed as I threw the brush on my messy bed. I walked out of my room, asking myself, "What to do, what to do?"
I looked at the living room and saw that it was a mess.
I smiled sheepishly and said, "Guess I could clean up a bit. But…" I walked to the remote that sat on the couch.
I pressed the power button, and when the TV screen turned on, I pressed two buttons, and on came the music channel. I placed the remote on the coffee table.
"And now," said a brown haired man on the TV, "For Three Days Grace and their hit Never Too Late!"
I frowned. I picked the remote as I heard them begin to sing. I couldn't change the channel. I felt frozen as I listened:
This world will never be Even if I say
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
I then had the courage to change the channel at that point.
I realized I had changed it to another music channel where a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes stared at the screen.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" she yelled, "Here's Taylor Swift with Teardrops on my Guitar!"
I smiled and nodded my head in approval. I placed the remote down again and began to clean.
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Around one in the afternoon I had finished cleaning the living room and the small kitchen. I didn't know what time I had woken up or what time I had started both, but it felt like it had been at least a couple of hours.
I was finishing the dishes, and I heard the woman on the television speak:
"Alright here's Into the Night by Santana!" she yelled enthusiastically.
I smiled as I shut the dishwasher shut.
I then walked into the spotless living room and turned the TV up louder.
I sighed and walked into the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.
"Now for my room," I said with a smile. "This should be real fun."
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I cleaned under my bed. I sighed and wiped the sweat that covered my forehead.
I felt a nice breeze enter the room through the opened window. I stood up and looked outside. It was a clear day, but I felt like staying in. I looked up at the sky, and my eyes widened.
I knew I was seeing things, but I couldn't help it. It looked like two circles had formed in the sky, but the circles were dark blue with black pupils. I frowned and lifted my hands up and slammed the window, walking away. I heard it bounce back and I turned to see that it was barely opened at the bottom.
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the supplies.
"I'll close it later," I muttered to myself, now walking to the bathrooms.
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I placed the pillows on the bed and smiled with pleasure. I had managed to clean their room in the least amount of time. I looked at their digital clock and it read:
10:30PM
"Wow!" I said, walking out of their room.
"Is it that late already?" I asked myself.
I heard the ending of When You're Gone. I walked into the living room. I wanted to listen to music on the TV, but I also wanted to go lie down in my bed. I then heard the phone ring and ran to answer it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, honey!" I heard my mother say, "Just wanted to call to let you know we just got into our hotel. Sorry we didn't call when our plane landed. It was way too loud there!"
I laughed and said, "That's ok, mom."
"Well I have to go now, honey," she said, "We have to get up early. We love you!"
"Love you too," I said, "Bye."
I then hung up the phone and walked into the living room.
I smiled and walked behind the small TV and unplugged it. I grabbed the cords and picked up the TV.
"Dad won't mind," I said, walking slowly to my room, "As long as I put this back in there."
I walked to the small desk that sat in front of my bed and placed the TV slowly on it. I smiled and walked into the living room to grab the remote. I looked for it and saw it on the floor. I picked it up and walked back into my room.
I shut the door slowly and walked to plug the TV in. Once that was completed I turned it on with the remote and turned it to another music channel that played every kind of music.
"And now," said a man with dark sunglasses and a green Mohawk, "Here's Evanescence with The Only One!"
I heard Amy Lee begin to sing as I walked to the closet to change into night clothes. I saw grey shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled those out and walked to the side of my bed. I pulled my shirt off and pulled the tank top on, leaving my bra on. I pulled the blue jeans off, pulling the grey shorts on. I looked at the blue lamp by my bed and clicked it on.
I picked up the fallen clothes and placed them by the door, turning the light off. The only lights that were from the TV and the lamp.
I walked to my bed and pulled back my covers, the remote by the lamp. I crawled into the bed, pulled the covers up, and began to watch the music videos.
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I yawned and looked at the clock. It read:
11:30 PM
I leaned over to the lamp and clicked it off.
"Just one more song," I told myself.
"Now for all you late nighters," the man said tiredly, "Here is Rascal Flatts and What Hurts the Most!"
As the song played, I got a weird pain in my heart. The pain that I had felt that felt, well, good. It was strange, but I felt as though the pain should never ever end.
The song then ended.
"There you have it!" the man said, "Rascal Fla-"
But he was caught off by me when I pressed the power button on the remote. Light was then gone from my room and I stared into darkness. I placed the remote beside my lamp, and hid under the covers, pushing my hand under my pillow. I then touched something cold, and flinched back. I then felt it to be something small with a pointed end.
That's right: I said moving my hand away from the object: Dad told me about that.
I then began to close my eyes, wanting to drift away to sleep.
I then heard something by my window. It was if my window was being open.
I widened my eyes and thought: Shit I didn't close it!
I then heard the window shut. I moved my fingers against the gun, ready to move.
I heard whoever or whatever it was take a step. I grabbed the gun and frowned.
I really don't want to do this: I thought moving slightly.
I then shot up, the gun pointed at the figure.
I saw the figure was tall and muscular.
"Don't move!" I yelled.
Clearly through the darkness, the figure saw the gun, and took a step back.
"Katelyn," the figure said, "I'm not here to hurt you. I promise."
I squinted my eyes, trying to see the figure, but it was too dark.
"That voice," I whispered.
The figure did not move.
The small gun in my left hand, I reached my right hand towards the lamp. I clicked it on and turned towards the figure.
My eyes widened and the grip on the gun softened.
"Daniel?!" I yelled.
Smiling sheepishly in front of my bed was indeed Daniel. I saw that he wore a black shirt that had buttons all the way down, blue jeans, and black sandals.
"Are you going to put the gun down?" he asked teasingly.
My eyebrows narrowed and I turned to the drawer that lied below the lamp. I placed the gun in it and looked at Daniel.
"I'm not going to shoot you at all," I said, fury in my voice, "But if you don't get out of here and now, I will call the police."
He smiled fell down slightly, and he took a step forward.
"Will you at least let me talk to you?" he asked sweetly.
I glared at him and yelled, "Hell no!"
Then, without knowing why, I pulled the covers over my head, and slammed my head on my bed.
I then heard nothing.
"Please?" he asked, his sweet voice tickling my ears through the covers.
"Daniel," I yelled, "I am not coming out from under here to listen to you!"
I then heard him sigh.
At that moment, I thought he was going to give up.
I then felt the covers lift up, and felt him crawl in behind me.
I turned over to face him and yelled, "What the he-"
He then pulled me into his chest, his warm breath hitting against my forehead. I widened my eyes as I stared up at him.
He stared into my eyes, and said, "I'm sorry. I know I've said that and words mean nothing, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry for what I did to you." He squeezed me tighter.
I said nothing, and just stared at the boy that was holding me. What could I say?
I then saw him lean forward and I felt his cool lips touch my forehead.
"Katelyn," he said, his warm breath hitting against my forehead, "I really do care about you. I love you."
I felt my heart pound against my chest and I felt frozen. Secret tears leaked out of my eyes. I leaned against his chest and gave in. I couldn't deny it any longer. I loved him too. We may have known each other not as long as most people in love, but I knew that I loved him.
"I…I love you too, Daniel," I whispered, digging my chest closer to his warm chest.
I then heard him chuckle slightly.
"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" I heard him ask.
I looked up into his eyes to see him slightly smiling.
"Daniel…," I said.
His smiled vanished.
I spoke, "You have to promise me two things."
"Anything," he said, his tone serious.
"First, you have to promise me that you won't drink anymore," I said.
He kissed my forehead, saying, "I promise."
"Second," I said, "Promise me that you won't leave me like that again."
He looked down at my face, leaning closer.
"Of course," he said.
He then placed his mouth onto mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him deeply. He then slid his tongue gently into my mouth and moved my tongue with his own. I moved closer to him and then felt a sudden urge to do something.
I moved my hands to his chest, moving my fingers across the buttons on his shirt.
I then began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped moving his tongue with mine for just a second. He then returned to moving them together.
What am I doing: I thought, unbuttoning the last button: I'm…I am almost of age. Besides, my parents had me when my mom was 18 and my dad 19.
I then felt him slid his shirt off. My heart pounded harder and harder as my hands moved to his jeans. I unbuttoned them and moved them off his body. I felt his hands move to the back of my neck.
As I moved my hands to the side of his boxers, I felt him move his mouth off of mine, and he moved to me ear.
"Little feisty, aren't we?" he whispered, his voice tingling my ear. I heard him chuckle.
He then bit my ear playfully, his tongue moving against it gently. I shuddered and his boxers slid off.
My body grew hot, and my breathing and heart seemed to increase.
"Are you ok?" he whispered, concern in his voice.
I slowly nodded my head.
He moved to my neck, his tongue brushing against it.
"I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you too," I whispered back. "So much, I want to show you."
I heard him chuckle, and felt his cool hands move to the straps on my shirt. My body stiffened.
He stopped and asked, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes," I whispered softly.
He chuckled and pulled the tank top over my head.
My heart started to race and it slammed itself against my chest. I then felt Daniel's hands on my back as he unclipped my bra.
He then slid his hands to my thighs, sending a chill down my spine. He slowly moved my shorts and undergarments.
He then flipped me so my back was against the bed and he was on top of me, staring into my eyes.
I stared into his, my breathing fast and hard.
He moved to my ear and whispered, "You know, you don't have to do this."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Now you tell me."
He chuckled and let his tongue brush against my ear.
Without remorse, I let out a small groan. I heard him chuckle.
"You really do love me this much, don't you?" he asked.
I kissed his neck, saying, "Of course I do. You should know that."
His face was then in mine and he said, "Hopefully your dad won't come barging in."
I smiled and said, "Him and my mom are away for the week. It can be just you and me. Two 17 year olds in love."
He smiled sheepishly and said, "Technically, I'm 18 now. I'm at least legal."
I rolled my eyes. I forgot that he had failed 10th grade.
"You on the other hand," he said with a smile.
I put on a puppy dog look and asked, "You don't want me?"
He looked shocked and said, "Of course I do! You have no idea how much!"
I smiled and kissed his lips. I then whispered, "Than prove it."
He smiled and moved closer to me. I stiffened and small pain came as he entered me.
"Are you ok?" he asked, worry in his tone.
I grabbed his neck and said, "I'm fine."
I pulled him closer to me, and said, "You worry too much."
He smiled and kissed me deeply.
Ok that was a long chapter! Sorry for the lemony stuff. Didn't put too much detail in it, so I'm NOT changing the rating! Anyway, review for me to help me feel better! :D
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