Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick more to find out.


15. I Met Him First But She's Known Him Longer

"Babe wake up," Charlotte shakes me.

   My eyes flutter open and I'm in the same living room that I remember fainting in, Charlotte is there and when my eyes adjust I see our client, Gabe, and Kellin staring at me like I'm some kind of psychopath.

   When I see Kellin's arm around the redhead, my heart shatters like glass, and all of my hopes of being with him are dimmed extremely low. He moved on.

   I should be praising the beautiful redhead for keeping him from doing something stupid while I wasn't around, but I don't have any room for that beacuase of how much I'm loathing her. She is so much prettier than I am, a lot skinnier, and way more innocent looking. It's gonna be really hard to pry him from her grasp after so many...

   My rapid thoughts jolt to a stop, the glimmer of the diamond on her ring finger almost gives me a heart attack. My eyes dart to Kellin's ring finger, there's a silver band around it. My heart feels nothing, my thoughts say nothing, I feel like absolutley nothing.

   I feel dead, long gone, I wish I were. I have utterly no chance of winning him back from her smooth, manicured hands. She's his wife, as he is her husband, as I am just a forgotten and meaningless crush from five years before. He loved her enough to marry her, so why would he chase after some girl who he knew for barely even two weeks that has grown and changed so much?

   Because he won't. I had my chance with him, a time when he didn't know the gorgeous strawberry blonde and I time when he wanted me desperatley, but I was a selfish child, and totally blew him off.

   I decide to not even tell him who I am, just let him keep thinking I'm dead, it's not like It'll change anything if I do tell him that I'm alive. I shake these painful thoughts away and jump up from where I lie on the couch and dart out the front door.

   I race to the elevator and press the button, while I wait I start thinking about why I was at that hotel room in the first place.

   I was there for the two grand, which is now only gonna be one because I'd rather jump off a cliff than set foot back in that room. That room holds the first thing that ever loved and excepted me, something that desreves better, and has better than what I could've offered.

   She looked so composed, nothing in her eyes showed any signs of weaknesss or pain, because she's a strong young woman. He deserves her and not some white trash that can't look at pictures of the past without picking up a blade or a joint or a cigarette.

   When the elevator arrives I'm about to step in but I feel someone's hand rest lightly on my shoulder. When I turn around I see HIM and all of his greatness.

   His black shoulder length hair falls slightly over his eyes and shines just the way I remeber it. His perfect eys have a confused and doubtful look, as if he's debating something.

"I'm sorry to bother you miss but you just remind me of someone. Do you know...forget it, I'm being delusional," he sighs.

"You mean Holly Quinn?" I squeak.

   His eys are a mix between shock, confusion, and pain. He stares instensly at me, making me melt on the inside.

"How do you know that name?" he whispers.

I take a deep breath.

"Because that name belongs to me Kellin," I stutter.

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