Love Burns

Skylar is an ordinary girl, with an extrodinary secret. Her best friend, and next door neighbor, Tony, has always had a secret crush on her. So, I guess there are two secrets, right? Wrong, there are many secrets waiting to be unfolded. Skylar has a mysterious scar, and a hidious past, will she be able to cope with memories on her own? Will Skylar fall in love? Read to find out!


3. Chapter 2


When the darkness faded from my vision, I fluttered my eyes open slowly. I gazed into Tony's worried eyes. Then something changed, I noticed something in his eyes as he looked at me. The ground felt cold beneath me. The snow that no one bothered to shovel was lumpy under my back. Soon, Tony's voice traveled through the air slowly, and calmly.

"Sky, are you okay? I didn't mean to worry you."

I didn't say anything, I just looked into his love-filled green orbs. I leaned into him and gently pressed my lips to his soft ones. He seemed taken aback at first, but then he started to kiss me back. Everything fell away, all of my problems and worries vanished. I soon broke the kiss and gazed up at Tony.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispered, barely audible.

I was about to reply when I heard a farmiliar voice boom through the silent air.I started to panic as I saw Stevens face appear behind Tony.

"Get away from me!" I screech in fear, and try to get up but the ice is too slippery.

"But Sky, I just wanted to talk." Steven said, feigning innocence. His eyes dance evily,with hate.

"No! Get away from her!" Tony yells, venom etching his words into the air.

Steven suddenly lurches forward and hits tony in the face with a loud 'thwack'.

I suddenly gain all the confidence in the world as I finally stand up, and look Steven in the eyes. My eyes mimicking his, filling with hatred.

"I'm only going to say this once, Steven, so listen closely. You are nothing to me. You're a pile of crap on the sidewalk, that's all you'll ever be, and all you'll ever amount to. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go home and clean my boyfriend up. If you ever come near him again, I swear to God, you will need the SWAT team to keep you safe. I highly suggest you get the heck out of here." I state calmly, my words filled with anger.

He glared at Tony one more time before spinning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction. I turn to see a bloody faced Tony in a heap on the sidewalk. I walk over to him and crouch down to look at him closely.

"Are you okay?" I say sadly and calmly. It's my fault he got hurt.

"I'm okay. Let's just get home, okay?" he said with a slight smile. He was trying to make me feel better. He's the one who just got hit, I don't know why he's trying to cheer me up.

"Okay." Is all I can say as I help him up off of the ground.

We walk silently and slowly for a while until I finally break the silence.

"Yes." I say randomly.

"Yes what?" Tony asked, his eyebrows knitted up in confusion.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I say, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Tony smiled widely and grabbed my hand as we continued to walk home. I looked at him, his sharp features. He had soft pink lips, and one dimple on the left side.  He was skinny, but he had enough muscle in his arms. His teeth were slightly crooked. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow as he caught me staring, and started to laugh.

I blushed in embaressment as small giggles rolled from my lips.

We finally reached our destination as we entered his front door. We went to the bathroom so I could clean the blood up that was drying on his skin.

I gently took a cold washcloth and started mopping the blood up as I examined the bridge of his nose, which was crooked and broken.

"This is going to hurt a little." I whisper, warning him. I take the washcloth and run it over the oozing blood from his wound, on his nose.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed as I cleaned up the wound. When I was finally done cleaning him up we went to his room to pack his clothes and other personal items in a small backpack. He called his mom and asked if he could stay the night, and she agreed. His mom had to work late, so she wasn't home yet. Meaning we didn't have to explain Tony's deformed nose just yet.

We walked next door to my house. As we opened the door, a burnt scent tickled our noses. Dinner was probably burning. 

We walked to the livingroom to see my Aunt asleep on the couch with a half empty bottle of Vodka on the floor next to her. I sighed and went to the kitchen. There was a tray of burnt scones in the oven, still cooking uselessly. I turned the oven off, and scraped the crud into the garbage bin, as Tony stood at the sink trying to wash all of the resedue off of the dirty dishes. We cleaned like that for almost an hour, then headed up the creaky stairs to my room.

As we walked in, I turned the light on, and gasped in horror at the awful sight.  



(A/N: I'm currently working on the third chapter. I have been writing on and off throughout the day, but a girl can only do so much, and still have somewhat quality work. So, comment any suggestions, or thoughts, what do you think of Steven? Thanks! xoxox. ~ Sammy)


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