My sweet romance by ninja jinx (ereader that reads to you .txt) 📕

So as I sat there in the car, reeling with this thought of seeing Mike I felt this urge to just high tail it back home and demand I be sent somewhere else. I was a chicken in many ways at that moment, especially as I never truly confronted Mike about the pictures and just left. I had up and left, leaving behind the city and never looking back of course till now.

“You ok honey? You look a little sick” my aunty drawled as she cruised down the highway, her eyes glancing at me nervously in only what I could think of as worry. I think she thought I was having a nervous breakdown, which I was, except from a completely different idea from what she thought. I was having it more for the reason of seeing Mike while she thought it was from the death of my dad. Yes, somewhere deep down I was waiting to cry but that was somewhere I was unwilling to look into. I refused to acknowledge it, that weaker side of me.

Some may call it running but I called it surviving. Because that’s all I’ve ever been able to do.

Survive.

Chapter 3:

The car rumbled to a halt in front of a white two story house with a basketball hoop attached to the side. The porch stretched around the perimeter and an American flag flew from the roof. A shingle chimed as I slowly got down, the rose bushes brushing my legs as I realized how dangerously close we were to the edge. A light flicked on inside and the wooden door opened to reveal a man dressed in loosely fitting pyjamas.

He had a bulging stomach and a grey beard surrounding his weathered face. He shot us a toothy smile and sauntered towards us. “Welcome dear” he said in a gruff voice as he came to stand next to his wife who had moved away from me. I caught a whiff of wood and the scent of sweat as he wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close, his black eyes staring at me.

Uncle Harry.

“Well come on in then” my aunty said as she broke the silence of the night, her voice ringing loud and clear. I smiled as I watched her take my bag as she heaved herself up the steps and inside followed shortly by my uncle. However before I left I cast a quick look down the street with the flickering lamp lights and I swore I caught sight of someone holding what appeared to be a basketball.

I don’t know if deep down I was hoping it was Mike, but at that moment I got that dreadful feeling of an encounter waiting to happen. An encounter which I was hoping to avoid and this may sound heartless but on the way here I was praying that my cousin and him had split being best friends.  It was wishful thinking of course. In fact it was near impossible because I shared memories of them always laughing and having each other’s backs.

So as my eyes focused on the figure which was drawing closer and closer to me, I tried to will my legs to move except they seemed to have been concreted into the pavement. My hands sweated as my mind raced with all the possible sceneries which were bound to lead into a confrontation, one I didn’t need. Then the figure stopped, right under the light that my breath caught.

I had been betting that maybe it wasn’t him, that maybe it was a random stranger, but even though he stopped a distance away I could still see and feel his eyes. The way his eyes seemed to be burning holes onto my forehead and sending familiar tingles racing up and down my spine. It sounded cliché but nothing could ever describe the feeling then and there and I wasn’t sure if it could be determined as a good feeling or bad one. In fact I wasn’t even sure if Mike was even staring or glaring at me, but the intensity of his look sent me reeling for cover.

I scampered away quickly and up the steps, all hope that it was another Mike disappearing no matter how farfetched the hope was. I entered the warm bathing of the hallway as I slammed the door shut, the lock clicking into place as my breathing turned from jagged to normal. I could imagine my auntie’s bewildered face as my eyes shut closed, trying to eliminate the way Mike looked even if it was a short glimpse.

If I could describe him it would be lean and tall but basically your everyday average teenage boy. He wasn’t all that eye catching but that was what I liked about him, second to his eyes. I could trust him or so I thought.

“What’s wrong dear?” my aunty asked concerned and my eyes flew open where I poised a fake smile on my face. I had nearly forgotten she was standing before me and breathing out so my breath rushed out I shrugged my shoulders.

“Nothing, just thought I saw something” and her smile stretched into one of understanding as if she always saw something strange. But in reality I think she was thinking that I was a total nut case and she didn’t want to break me in terms of my father’s death.

If she really didn’t want to break me, then she better send me back before it was too late and I had to talk to Mike.

Publication Date: 10-05-2013

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