Twisted and Torn

Ali has known Reid for what feels like forever, he is the only person who's ever been there for her. With her parents always away on business, he's there, right by her side.
But soon she meets a boy of the shadows...a mysterious, intriguing character who she finds herself infatuated with. What is his secret?
Embark on a journey about a twisted love story with the protagonist whom must make a decision, in the most heart-wrenching circumstances.


2. Chapter Two

When I’m with Reid I feel this kind of composure, everything is fine and I don’t have to worry about a thing. We’ve been friends for what feels like forever and neither of us have gotten bored of the other and never found it necessary to find other friends. In all honesty, he’s the only person I see, he’s the only person who’s in my bubble. My parents vanished from my bubble when they decided their jobs were more important than me. Frequently, they will disappear to Majorca or someplace far away from home. But their absence doesn’t seem to bother me much, Reid is my source of company and I think he always will be.

“There you go!” he sang happily as he placed a plate of pancakes coated in syrup in front of me. He lowered himself into the seat opposite me and beamed a bright smile; he loved to make me happy. We sat at a small oak table that my mother has recently bought. Four oak chairs with black leather seats were tucked underneath. My mother thought it was pointless to put chairs at either end - considering there were only three of us - so she left the spaces vacant. I thought it was pointless, they were never home to sit at the table with me anyway.

“Aren’t you having any?” I frowned. He knew my kitchen really well. When he was over, he would cook for me that day. I hope that someday, he’ll get a restaurant and become a top chef. He deserves it.

“It’s your birthday not mine,” he laughed and cocked his head and looked at me thoughtfully. I suddenly felt very self-conscious in my small, purple, satin nightdress.

“What?” I asked, for some reason, the breath was caught in my throat. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me.

“You’re beautiful, you don’t need make up.”

Nervously, I swallowed the lump of pancake in my mouth and stared at my hands on the table, trying to hide my burning cheeks.

“Do you want to watch a film?” I asked, changing the subject. He smiled and his eyes glistened.  

I grabbed my plate and lead him into the living room and switched on the TV and DVD set.


Two hours had passed and the movie had finished. I was leaning against his chest, his arm around me. It had never meant anything before, it had simply been a friendly gesture, but today, it felt different. There was something different in his eyes, a new kind of spark. Contentment?

“I have one more surprise for you,” Reid whispered. “Well two actually. Turn around.”

I stared at him blankly, but then a wave of anticipation fluttered through me. What had he done for me?

He gently pushed me to turn me around and when I had my back to him, he lifted his hands over my head and I saw a silver chain with a locket attached to it. The locket was covered in tiny crystals that glistened under the sunlight that beamed in through the window. He clasped it around my neck as I gasped. Instinctively, I grabbed the locket and stared at it in awe. It was beautiful.

Reid turned me around and popped it open. Inside, were two tiny photos, one of him and one of me.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, gazing into his eyes.

He looked at me for a long time. Nervously, he lifted his hand to my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Before his lips touched mine, I moved back. I saw the hurt in his eyes, but most of all, he was surprised. He had thought I would kiss him, no questions asked. But he had been a friend for so long; I didn’t think I could jeopardize that by making it intimate.

“I’m sorry...I...I shouldn’t have done that...” Reid stuttered. And I knew as soon as he said it that he was truly sorry.

“What’s my other surprise?” I asked, quickly. I smiled at him to reassure him that everything was okay.

“I’m taking you to the cinema,” he said, smiling back at me, even though the hurt was still in his eyes.

To prove to him that everything was okay, I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“You’re a great friend, you know that?” I whispered. “I just...I just need time.”

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