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!

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4. Chapter 3

Skylar

My room was completly destroyed. Clothes were thrown violently across the room. Pictures and other personal items were thrown askew. My eyes fell upon the word painted on my purple-coated wall. The word 'Slut' was painted in a color resembling blood. What made it worse was the fact that it had dried mid-drip. Anger started to build up within me, as the fear hid somewhere in the pit of my stomach. 

"Oh my goodness." Tony mumbled as he examined my torn-up room.

"Let's just clean this up, okay?" I say quietly, starting to clean up the glass from the picture frames.

We cleaned up the mess, and attempted to get the red paint off of the wall. We did this for about two hours, then finally we gave up on trying.   

I laid back on my bed and stared at the cieling. I feel the bed sink down next to me, and I glance over to see Tony staring at me. He smiles at me, and I gladly return it.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yeah, I'm just confused, and a little scared." I say truthfuly.

He nodded understandingly as I sat up. He mirrored my actions, and looked at the floor.

"I'm going to go take a shower, maybe I'll be able to think better." I announce as I grab my clothes and head for my bathroom.

I turn the water on full heat and get in. Though the water burns my skin, I continue to stand directly under its flow. I stay under the boiling water until my skin is red and numb. I immediately regret the decision of getting out as the cold air greets my near-burnt skin.

I decide to ignore the chill and go over to my foggy mirror, as I do after every shower. Also after every shower, I regret my reflection. I gaze into my own ice blue eyes. I study my sharp features and strawberry blonde hair that stretched passed my waist. I dared myself not to look at my permanent reminder. But, just as I always do, I looked. I cringed at the sight. The skin was slightly raised into a pink river of reminder. Starting just below my coller bone, and snaking down my chest, to branch out into a fork at my waist.

Tears slip down my cheeks and drip down my chin. I forced myself to push the memory away. I jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. I heard Tony's angelic voice float through the door.

"Are you okay in there, Sky? You've been in there a while." his voice was filled with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you." I replied.

I washed my face to erase the evidence of my tears. I quickly got dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts and greeted Tony in my bedroom as I brushed through my hair.

"So, where would you like to sleep?" I asked looking at the floor.

"I'll sleep on the floor, but first, I have to use the restroom, excuse me." He said pushing passed me to the bathroom.

As he was in the bathroom, I heard a slight "thump, thump" sound from outside. I decided to glance out my sliding glass door to the balconie. I saw a dark figure climbing up the trellis. Fear consumed me as I saw him get on to the balconie. A scream made its way out of my throat as I backed away and hid in the corner of my room. I heard someone enter the room and screamed again, think it was the figure from outside. I felt a pair of reassuring arms clasp around me.

"Sh, it's okay." Tony said, reassuring me.

"Somebody was outside... They were on the balconie." I said shakily.

Tony got up and went to the balconie, I heard the door slide open. A few moments later, it closed and Tony re-entered the room. He came over to me and and sat down. He was holding an envelope, it had my name etched onto its surface. I took it and opened it. It was a picture of me, with a circle around my favorite piece of jewlery. I wore it everyday.

Realization hit me in the face. I didn't wear the necklace today. It was my mother's necklace. I jumped up from my spot in the corner and searched my jewlery for my necklace. It was gone. Whoever was on the window took it.

I laid on my bed and started to sob. I felt Tony slip in the bed next to me, and held me close. When I finally stopped crying, I started to talk.

"My favorite necklace, it was my mom's. It's gone.Whoever was on the balconie took it." I stated starting to tear up again.

Tony nodded and simply said, "Just go to sleep."

I did, I fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.

 

 

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