Until I Awaken by Angel92296 (spicy books to read txt) 📕

had strapped across her chest and pulled out a little box. She placed it on the guitar case.
“Happy birthday,” she whispered. I looked at her in disgust. It has been years since she has remembered or tried to celebrate it so what has changed?
“Nice of you to remember,” I said coldly. She placed a hand on my arm and I moved from under her touch. She frowned and walked past me. I watched as she left the hotel with Vince still sitting there watching me.
“Your making this too fun for me,” Vince said when she was gone.
“Really? Well maybe I should end your fun here,” I said, my voice was dripping with anger.
“How do you plan on doing that?” he asked, grinning.
“You’ll regret the day you even walked into my life Vince. I swear on my father’s grave you will,” I said.
“Kind of funny since your father isn’t dead,” he said standing up. I planted my feet and tightened my fist.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You will see,” he said standing in front of me. He reached for my face and I slapped his hand away. I looked away from him and saw mom standing in the doorway. He didn’t see her though. She stood silently and watched what he did next. He pulled me by my waist and into his arms. I tried to pull away but he was too strong.
“Bastard!!” I screamed as he tried to kiss my face.
“Get off of her!!” my mother yelled. He let me go quickly and I stumbled to the ground.
“It’s not what you think,” he said smiling.
“Jayde, run!!” she yelled. I got to my feet quickly and ran past her out the door. I was half way down the block when I ran into Mitch. He was talking to a tall guy dressed in all black.
“Jayde?” he asked looking confused. I gave him one last look before running past him. I ran for six blocks before I stopped to catch my breath. My legs were tired and I was gasping for air.. I didn’t realize I was crying until someone started rubbing my back. I looked up to find Mitch looking down at me with sympathy. I quickly began wiping at my eyes and stood up straight. I looked away from Mitch to try to hide my face.
“This is your,” he said, handing me the guitars case and the small box I never opened. “Is it your birthday?”
“No,” I said trying to make my voice sound normal. “There late birthday presents.”
“Who were those people?” he asked curious.
“My mom and a monster of a step dad,” I said. I took the strap of the guitar case and slung it over my shoulder. “I have to go.”
“Can I walk you back?” he asked. I was going to tell him yes but I need time to figure out what was going to happen from here.
“I’m sorry. I just need to be alone,” I said looking up at him. He smiled a little and I began walking back to the hotel.

Chapter Seven

When I got to the hotel, I began looking for Vince or Mom but neither was in sight. I went up stairs to my room and found the door cracked open. I opened the door and found mom sitting on my bed with a man’s arm wrapped around her. I could tell from here that it wasn’t Vince but I didn’t recognize him. Mom looked up and ran to my side. She threw her arms around me and I hugged her back. For the first time in years, I didn’t wish that she would disappear. I was happy that my mom was here to comfort me.
“I am so sorry,” she sobbed. I rubbed her back comforting her because there wasn’t anything I could say to make her feel better.
“So am I,” I said. I walked her to the bed, the whole time eyeing the mysterious man still sitting there. He stared at me and I felt like I knew him from somewhere or recognized him.
“Where is he?” I asked coldly.
“Gone. For good,” she said looking at the man.
“What is this?” I asked holding the little box up in front of me.
“A gift from me,” the man said. His voice was familiar and musical. I know I have heard it before.
“And who exactly are you?” I asked trying not to sound rude.
“Lance,” he said. He seemed to watch me very closely. “A friend of your mothers.”
“Cool name. That was my dad’s name or so I was told,” I said shaking my head. I opened the box and looked at the bracelet inside. It was very pretty and it had my name in Diamonds on the front. On the back there was an inscription: To my daughter.
“Uh, I think someone made a mistake along the lines of making this bracelet. The engraving is wrong,” I said looking at him.
“No. It’s not,” my mom said. She seemed to smiling down at the bracelet. She ran her finger over my name. “I remember this.”
“I’m getting a headache,” I said sitting in the chair close to the bed.
“I’ll get you some water,” the man said getting up and walking into the bathroom.
“Mom. You said my father died,” I said looking up at her.
“I had to,” she said. I thought back to what Vince said when I swore on my father’s grave.
“Here,” she said reaching into her pocket and pulling out a picture. She handed it to me and I took it. I looked at the picture. Mom was standing next to Lance and they had a baby in their hands. I have seen the picture before but it was folded so that Lance wouldn’t be seen.
“Here,” Lance said. He was handing me a glass filled with water. I looked at it and then looked up at him. I had dyed my hair but it was originally pitch black. His eyes, like mine, were a really dark brown that almost looked black. His skin was flawless and he his hair fell around his face.
“Dad?” I asked trying to see what his response would be. He sighed with relief and put the glass down. I heard a knock at the door and mom went to answer the door. Lance took the bracelet and looked at it.
“I had this for eighteen years,” he started. “I never thought I would actually be able to give it to you.”
“Why did you leave?” I asked.
“Because I had to keep you safe until you were old enough. Your old enough now and thing will begin to change Jayde,” he said.
“I thought you were dead my entire life,” I said on the verge of tears.
“It was pretty hard trying to keep my distance. The first time I held you, I didn’t want to let go. You were the most beautiful thing in this world to me but the only way to keep you safe was to leave you,” he said. I always wondered why I never looked like my mother. My mother always said that I resembled my father and I did. It was like looking in a mirror.
“We have to go,” mom said. Lance looked at her and flinched.
“Fine,” he said. He took the bracelet and he gently grabbed my wrist. He put it on my wrist and followed my mother.
“Mom?” I asked. She ran to my side and kissed my head.
“Don’t go to the house unless your with someone. Mitch is going to keep you safe. Stay with him and soon you will be able to find us,” she said in a hush whisper.
“Mom, where are you going?” I asked like a sad little girl watching her mom leave her alone with strangers.
“Don’t worry. I am so sorry this is happening like this,” she said kissing my head and running out the door with Lance at her heel. Mitch was standing in the doorway and he was staring at me.
“You know my parents?” I asked him. I began wiping the tears that started falling down my face.
“More than you will ever know,” he said. I looked over him. He had changed his clothes and he wore a black shirt and black jeans.
“Come in if you want,” I said. I moved the guitar case from my shoulder and placed it on the floor. He came in closed the door behind him. He stood there and watched me open the guitar case. The guitar was a black acoustic with pink and white star stickers. I picked it up in my hand and adjusted the strings to my liking. I started strumming until I finished the acoustic for my favorite Paramore song.
“You good,” he said smiling down at me when I stopped.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Your dad is a guitarist,” he said.
“I didn’t know that,” I said looking down at the guitar.
“Can I try?” he asked pointing a hand at the guitar.
“Do you play?” I asked him.
“I dabble a little bit,” he said.
“Here,” I said. I handed him the guitar and walked over to my bed. I laid on the giant bed and watched Mitch tune the guitar. I looked up at the ceiling and listened while he strummed. I recognized the song All the Right Moves by One Republic. I started to sing along to the beat. I listened when the song drifted to an end and I heard clapping. I looked up at Mitch who was smiling.
“You have an amazing voice,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said looking at the ceiling. “What time is it?”
“Ten after eleven,” he said.
“Can you play another song?”I asked him.
“Sure. Any request?” he asked.
“Anything is good,” I said closing my eyes. He played My Hero by Paramore and I drifted to sleep.

Chapter Eight

When I woke up, Mitch was gone. I looked through my bag and got some clothes. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I ran the hot water and stared in the mirror. I looked like a mess and I still felt a little tired. I stripped down and walked in my shower. The hot water felt hot on my skin. I let the water fall on me for a little while. When I was finished I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around me. I dried off and got dressed. After I was fully dressed I went back to lay down. Mitch was sitting on the edge of my bed flipping through an iPod. He looked up at me and went back to flipping through his iPod. I grabbed a pair of sock and put them on with my converse. I grabbed my room key and left closing the door behind me. I heard the door open and close. I walked down the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. I stopped at the front desk to collect any messages. I had one call from Max and another from Lance. I said thank you to the hotel clerk and walked outside. It was drizzling outside but I didn’t mind.
“Would you like an umbrella?” Mitch asked. I shook my head no and kept walking down the block. I saw the dude Mitch was talking to yesterday and I stared at him. He looked a little like Mitch but a little older. He was just as muscular too.
“Is that your brother?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered. I nodded and walked over to him but Mitch caught my arm. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Just please,” he begged. I looked at his brother who