Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Two~
Needless to say, I broke up with my boyfriend
shortly after. It was a shame, really. He was such a nice guy, a
complete gentlemen. He opened the door for me, called me every
night but only after I had finished my homework and only until I
needed to go to bed. He waited a month to kiss me.
He was…sweet. But that was it.
In the two hours I was with Cinnamon, we had insisted on not
telling each other our real names, there was more excitement than
the three months I was with my ex-boyfriend.
There was something different about him.
He was spontaneous.
And I was interested. I soon found out, so was he.
“CINNAMON!” I squealed as I ran out of my house and
jumped into his arms. I nestled my face into his neck. He smelt
like warmth.
“Hey Peppermint,” he mumbled, his face buried in my
abundance of hair. He pulled away and took my hand in his,
dragging me down the street with him.
I smiled at his hand in mine and asked, “What’s your
name anyways?”
He looked back at me and laughed. “Why do you want to know
so bad?”
I shrugged, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “I
can’t keep calling you Cinnamon forever!”
He smiled at me. “Trey.”
“Trey,” I breathed, blown away by how beautiful it
sounded when he said it.
“And you’re Della. The very beautiful girl in my
friend’s Geometry class,” he pulled my hand again,
pulling me out of my trance.
“Where are we going?” I asked him, my teeth
chattering in the cold, snowy night.
“You’ll see,” he said as he looked back at me
and smiled.
He led me onto the public bus and we sat next to each other, his
arm around me, trying to warm me up. I felt so proud, to be in
his arms for everyone to see. I was finally the girl with the
perfect boy. Everything was finally right.
I looked over to the opposite side of the bus and watched the
other people around me. A business man with slicked black hair
was busy tapping his iPhone ferociously, glaring angrily at it,
most likely arguing with a client.
An elderly man was lazily reading about the economic crisis
happening in some third world country and he tapped his foot to
the music coming from the radio station playing in the bus.
There was a young girl with bright blue eyes staring out of the
bus window, mystified by the part of the city she had probably
never seen before. Her mouth was slightly open as she turned to
her mother to show her one of her discoveries. But her mother was
busy with her baby brother, who was fussing because of the volume
of the bus. The little girl gently tapped on her mother’s
sleeve to get her attention but with one swift motion, the mother
swatted the little girl’s arm away. The motion shook her
whole body so much that she fell to the dirty floor, but she
didn’t protest. She just picked herself up and looked back
to the window and the world outside. Absentmindedly, she lifted
one hand and laid it on the spot on her arm that was turning
bluer as the minutes passed from her mother. With her small
thumb, she gently rubbed the spot, acting as her own comfort
source.
Her small, blue, tired eyes looked over at me in curiosity. I
looked back, my heart breaking as I saw a large bruise above her
left eye. Her eyes left mine and traveled to my hand interlocked
with the perfect boy. She cocked her head and continued to stare
with sad eyes.
I wanted to say something but as soon as I moved, her eyes
snapped back to the window.
I felt as though my chest had collapsed but as I looked up into
his chocolate brown eyes, I had to smile.
Sometimes, you really don’t realize just how good you have
it. player.
Probably
my favorite chapter so far.
It's literally ten degrees in my room.
So I'm just sitting in here with my hat, scarf, Northface,
leggings, fuzzy socks and gloves. Ya know, normal Minnesota
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