Novel Version "Lilah"

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His hand moves to rest on my side. It explodes with tingles. Not actually, because that would be like impossible unless I'm like allergic to him or something but, it makes butterflies go off in my stomach. And you have me in a supply room, how do you think I feel?" I speak my thoughts. This isn't exactly the ideal place to bring a friend, especially a new one. I missed an update last week, my apologies. Finals have arrived and are in full swing so just bear with me here. This was a pretty long chap so hopefully, it will make up for the no update. I'm going to enjoy never hearing your voice again," his dark eyes bore into mine, proving my thoughts, as his face remains completely emotionless. My shoulder and head were the only other things that were completely screwed up, literally. My shoulder was dislocated and scarred all up and I got a grade three concussion.

I don't even remember what I did ten minutes ago, you expect me to remember everything that comes out of your mouth?" he says and I can't help but admire the way he always speaks the truth. Both my mother and my father stand in the kitchen, beer cans in their hands and empty ones strewn over the counters. And I'm sorry that this chapter is so short but I feel like everything I've needed to say, has already been said. There will also be no sequel or bonus chapters so I'm sorry for that too. I'm not going to do what those people did, I promise," I raise my hands to show him I mean absolutely no harm. I bend down slowly and help him gather his few items. My room is my only escape. I don't want it to become a place for her to take out her frustration like the kitchen.He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. Why is it now that my brain can't think of anything? Any other time I'd come up with at least something.

This morning I just woke up with a little extra energy so I walked. I've grown to like walking better than driving anyway. I climb out of my car and land on the sidewalk at which I parked parallel to. I wrap my arms around myself, in an attempt to make me feel a little less scared. A nicely sculpted, dark eyebrow lifts slightly on his face. His eyes fall to my collarbone and I find myself wanting to melt into the ground. I basically ricochet off the person's body but I'm able to keep myself standing by using my special CIA balance technique I learned from watching a CIA training documentary. Is that all you've got?" I grit out. If he thinks he's gonna get to me by just that, he's got a whole storm coming.Jake, I'm telling you," I start and he smirks down at me as I take a wider stance, "if you would've waited two seconds longer, I would've had all of them on the ground.""You're wearing crocs, Azzy," he smiles and I look down at my admittedly cute periwinkle crocs. Lying about what?" I let my head fall but he doesn't let it stay down. The hand that was resting on the shelf behind me grips the ends of my hair in the lightest touch possible.

A twenty dollar bill rests firmly in my hand and I don't think I could give it away to the nice homeless man even if I wanted to. The threat my father sent me was enough to make me do anything. I don't know where Donny's shop is," I mumble quietly and my father slams his hand against my doorway causing me to jump once more.

I let a sad smile reach my lips as I think over my friend group. The pillows on my bed, my feather-filled comforter, my bookcase filled with books I've read over and over, and lastly, Mr. Terrip from my one and only favorite bookstore.

Now I'm ready, I'm in survival mode," I giggle but instead of laughing like he should, he frowns at my shirt.So, I figured I can go to his restaurant or whatever, maybe see him, and I could get some food if I wanted with the money Aaron gave me. He walks right into me and to keep my balance, I grab the front of his shirt. His strong, tattooed arm wraps around my waist, keeping me up and pressed against him.