I've started writing a story called, Trapped. Here's the start to it. Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas :) Thanks...K.K.
Trapped -
“I didn’t mean for you to…” whispers a rugged, handsome, young man, named John.
“To what?” says a love sick, heartbroken, young lady, named Amelia.
“To fall in love with me!” he yells at her, not caring about the pain-filled, hot tears running down her pale cheeks.
“Why are you doing this? You told me…that you loved me. You held me. You did love me.”
“I did at a point…”
“What happened? Did you change your mind? Did I do something to change it?”
“Amy…look…I thought I loved you. I realized that I was wrong. I made a mistake, don’t you understand?”
“I was your mistake…”
“I suppose you could say it that way.”
“You can’t do this to me…You can’t!” she screams through her tears.
“I already have. This…is over…Just know that we aren’t friends anymore.” John sighs, a hard, cold look in his eyes. He turns around and walks out the door. Amelia doesn’t know what or whose door, she only knows that he walked away from her.
“No. Stay!” I yell as I wake up.
“Oh no. Not again…” I sigh, it was just a dream, a nightmare.
Not really that either, it’s more of a reoccurring memory, a living hell that I have to face every night. I turn over onto my back to stare through my tears up at an empty ceiling. I wince as I feel that my muscles are still tense and sore from the nightmare, I try to calm down, to stop the tears, but they seem endless. I turn over again, this time to face my alarm clock and empty nightstand. It’s 3 am, I sigh…I try to remember what day it is. Ah yes, Saturday. A day to spend with Drew, I smile. Just the thought of him, of his smile, his eyes, his arms around me…I suddenly feel better. I pick up the phone and dial his number, soon I hear his sleepy voice answer “Hello?”
“Hey, baby. It’s me…I had the nightmare again…I just needed to hear your voice.” I sigh, the tears stop.
I adore him. He just doesn’t realize how much I really do love and need him.
“Sweetie, am I gonna have to live with you to stop these?” he yawns.
“Yes…most likely…” I laugh a little.
“Are you alright, babe?” he asks, sounding worried now.
“No…not really. But I’ll be fine. Sorry about waking you up.” I start biting my lip.
“No, no. That’s fine. Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Biting your lip…”
“How the heck did you know?”
“Because…I’m just that good.”
“Of course you are…crap.”
I hear him chuckle…
I smile, he’s adorable.
“Okay, well I’ll go. Go back to sleep, baby.” I say softly.
“Alright. I love you, Amy. Sweet dreams…” he yawns.
“I love you too, Drew. And sure…you too.”
*click*
I toss and turn for a couple hours and finally I fall asleep, imagining his arms around me. I wake up again, I’m still facing my clock…I sigh.
“12 o clock? Crap! I gotta get ready!” I jump out of bed and rush around the house to get ready…Drew was coming to pick me up in a half hour…
*Knock knock*
I twirl around, the toothbrush still in my mouth, my hands tangled in my curls trying to pull them into a pony-tail.
“Come on in!” I yell towards the door, while somehow managing to spit toothpaste EVERYWHERE.
I hear the front door swing open and then slam shut, it’s definitely Drew, he’s not exactly the quiet type.
“Hey babe.” he sighs, a smile stretched across his face as he walks in to find me, as usual, a mess.
“Hey. Sorry about this…I woke up late…” I said, chuckling at myself.
I’ve finally taken a glance in the mirror and what I found proved to be quite hilarious. My hair in a messy ponytail, toothpaste still around my mouth, which somehow found it’s way to my cheek, and I had yet to straighten my bangs. I quickly fix those problems.
“Naw…I know you’re lazy…And anyways, I like catching you off-guard.” he grins.
I raise an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Because, it’s fun to see what I might deal with in the future…”
I laugh and smack his arm lightly, “Thanks, hun..”
He grabs me in a tight hug and kisses me lightly, “You’re very welcome, beautiful.”
I run to my room, throw on some shorts and a light t-shirt, finish my make-up, grab my purse, and quickly walk back to wear I had left Drew.
“Ready?” he smiles.
“Sure. For what, though?” I ask as he puts his arm around me and guides me out the door.
“Fun, silly.”
“Where are we going, Drew?”
“Somewhere.” he vaguely replies.
“WHERE???” I ask laughing.
“Somewhere, that you’ll like.”
“Ugh, you are SO stubborn.” I grunt.
“Yes…yes I am. But, you love me.” he sings.
“I do, for some crazy reason, I do.” I sigh.
He looks over at me, we’re now in his vehicle, I’m in the passanger seat. I look back at him and ask, “What?”
He sighs and looks forward, “Nothing.”
“No, tell me. Please.”
“Why?”
“Cause I wanna know. PLEASE??!” I beg.
“I just…”
“Yeah??”
“I don’t know, I guess, I just wish I could see you beside me ALL the time…”
I grab his hand, he looks at me and smiles, “Me too, sweetie, me too.”
He starts the engine, turns on the radio, and we’re off.
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