Don't Let Go

Kacey Anderson has had a rough ride. Her whole life has been filled with sadness and heartbreak. With most of her family dying in a car crash, she has been forced to grow up independently. Some say that's good, but with no one to love her, who will she be able to fall back on? She thinks her life can't get any worse when she meets the definition of beauty, Quinn. They are everything to one another, but will Kacey end up losing him like everyone else she loves?


1. Late Night Shopping

I checked the digital clock on the kitchen counter. It read 11:47. I had precisely 10 hours 13 minutes before the surprise party I was throwing with some more of Allison's friends would start. It was her birthday and we were going to sneak into her house while she was on her daily run. I didn't bake for a living but I did it on occasion because I was pretty at it. I was going to make a 3-tier black forest cake because I knew that was her favorite. Ally was my best friend and she meant the world to me. I got out all of the ingredients and set them on the counter. I had everything - except milk. Shit. I needed to do this for her and I couldn't bail on the rest of the people helping but I didn't want to go out. In fact, I hated going outside at night because of the dangerous town we lived in. There were many muggings, kidnappings, etc. that occurred at night. Especially to women, so you could definitely say it was safer to be a man.

I took another glance at the ingredients and sighed. I pulled on a large black hoodie and black sweatpants. I pulled up the hood and grabbed my keys and a little money. I put on my black adidas's and headed out the door. With my head down, I hurried to the nearest convenient store. My goal, to get the milk and avoid anyone on the street because whatever they're doing this time at night could only lead to trouble. But I guess that I'm just buying milk at midnight so... Anyways, I walked into the nearest store and went to the cold section. I got a few cartons of milk and went to pay. I gave him the money and started towards home. I was almost to my doorstep when I ran into someone. "Dude, watch where you're going!" He said. I walked quickly and got out my keys when he stopped in his tracks. He patted himself like he was looking for something. Then he turned around to look at me. "Hey, give me my wallet." What? I didn't take his wallet. He walked closer to me and that's when I realized how hot he was. He was tall and muscular and he had light brown hair. It was messily styled which was a good look on him. He had high cheekbones and his skin was a little tan. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a grey hoodie and he had faded jeans. His dirty black sneakers were a nice touch. The best part were his eyes. He had long eyelashes that framed emerald green eyes. I could spend forever just looking at them.

He pushed me and my hood fell back. "Uh, you're not a dude." He looked me up and down and I felt self-conscious. I was about average height and had an average build. I had pale skin that looked ghostly due to the light emitting off the nearby lamppost. I had muddy brown eyes and soft lips, but my nose was a little small. I guess I looked average. I wasn't ugly but I wasn't pretty either. Except for the scar that ran along the apple of my cheek. The only part I like about my looks was my hair. It was a bunch of different shades of blonde. Platinum, gold, brass, every blonde shade you could imagine. It fell to my upper back in waves. He started walking towards me again.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Give me my wallet." He was so close to me now and my heart rate started quickening. Partly because I didn't know what to do, and partly because he was so close. In a scramble for words, I said, "That's a statement, not a question." He smiled and then started laughing. "And by the way, your wallets over there." I pointed to a spot beneath the lamppost, where his wallet indeed was. He retrieved it and then came back to me. "So, what's your name?" He asked.

"Kacey. Kacey Anderson." I said, "And yours?"

"Which one?" I looked at him quizzically.

"What do you mean 'which one?' what's your name?" I asked.

"I have a very long name which leads to a variety of nicknames."

"What's your full name?"

"Orion Quincy Winston Jr. But I am most commonly known as Quinn."

"That's quite a mouthful. I'm guessing there's a reason behind it, unless your parents like really long names."

"I was named after my grandfather, by my grandfather, hence the Jr. My great grandfather was an astronomer, and then my grandfather became one as well, hence the Orion from Orion's belt."

"Wow, you must know a lot about stars then."

"You're right. He taught me everything about stars. I love my grandfather. He kind of became my new dad once my real dad bailed on me."

"He just left?"

"Yup." I felt bad.

"Well, you're not the only one with problems. I was in a car accident at 14. My brother and mom didn't make it, and my dad lived with a severe memory problem. He would wake up every morning and forget who I was. Kind of like a goldfish - it forgets everything after 2 seconds, except my dad forgets everything after 24 hours. I had a speech memorized I would say each morning to calm him down. He's still alive, but he went into some care home on my 18th birthday."

"I'm sorry." He stared at the ground.

"Don't be. It's not your-" We whipped our heads to where the noise was coming from. A group of drunk/high people came our way. "Shit. I gotta go. It was nice meeting you, Quinn."

"I hope I see you again."

"Likewise." I turned the key in the lock and slipped inside.


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