Thanks, I'll add one in somewhere(; I was still in shock. I'd just shared my first kiss with a boy i've only known for a few hours. But I trust him, I don't know if it was the was he was holding my hand, or just being close to him but something about him told me to trust him. It's quiet outside, there's nobody here to disrupt the stillness in the air; nobody but us. I notice that he's still holding my hand but surprisingly, I don't mind it, it's comforting in a way. As long as I'm here, nobody's going to hurt me, not Tiffany, not Demi, not Heidi and not Taylor. I can just be myself. "Do you want to leave?"Lance asks, distrusting the silence. "No."I say moving closer to Lance discreetly; "Let's stay here." I do my best to get as close to him as possible and I rest my head on his arm. "Christy..."He gently moves across before moving a stray strand of hair from my face. "Don't."He says. And with that I'm defensive. "What do you mean DON'T!?"I shout, alarming him instantly. "I'm not going to be here forever."He looks at the ground. "Why the hell did you kiss me then, huh!?" I scream at him. I don't want to scare him but this just comes instinctively, I throw his hand off mine and storm off, how can he be so inconsiderate!?
I stomp back to the house, tears forming in my eyes as I scuffle along the rocky road. What does he mean he won't be here forever? I mean of course he won't but couldn't he just have left me, that would of been much less painful and embarrassing. I make my way down my driveway and I sneak in though the back door, I walk through the kitchen; the stone tiles send shivers straight through my body as I walk through into the long hallway and up the steep, curvy stairs; into my room. I notice that the window is wide open and I quickly close the calming, white curtains. Why on earth do I still trust him, I mean I'm fully capable of looking after myself, it's just...I get this sort of vibe from him, it's like he's just this perfect guy that I can relate to but in reality I don't know him at all! Why am I treating him like royalty, he's not a prince and I'm not living in a fairy tale so why am I trying to convince myself that what he did was more than a kiss when it clearly wasn't, it's just how guys like him work, he'll find a new girl by tomorrow and I'll go back to being 'Daddy's little girl.' or something much worse. That's how reality goes, he's not perfect and he's just going to disappoint me. My thoughts are disrupted by a noise coming from outside the window. I sit up straight in my bed and I run over to where the noise is coming from before slamming the window shut, it makes a louder noise then expected. And when I get back in bed...something completely unexpected happens...
"Go home!"I hear shouting from outside. What's going on!? Don't they realize that it's almost 1am? Don't they care? I quickly run over to my window, to see what's going on; and there, stood Tiffany and Markus....clearly, Tiffany was drunk and incapable... And Markus was telling her to go home. Which was good of him... But she was attacking him, and I couldn't let her; I ran out of my house and to the edge of my driveway. "Go to sleep Tiffany!"I hiss at her, hoping she'd listen. "What do YOU want!?"She points at me, aggressively. "I want you to go home Tiffany, unless you want me to call the police."I answer her taking my phone out of my pocket. "She's right."Markus nods; I guess this wasn't the best time to realize how good looking he is. He has sandy blonde hair and a lightly tanned skin, his eyes are a dark blue and his jawline is beautifully defined. But that is the least of my concerns... I didn't even have time to think, I got pushed onto to road and the last this I saw was two bright lights...then screams....