in his arms
Chapter
18
We were silent for a
couple blocks on the walk home. We didn’t even look at each
other, just furiously walked back to the hotel.
I finally couldn’t bear the silence anymore. “What did she mean?” I asked Anthony.
“Nothing,” he answered quickly.
“Why were you in my vision? Why were you in a graveyard? Why didn’t you move?”
“Didn’t you hear her, Kail?” Anthony snapped, suddenly angry. “Sometimes she reads stuff wrong. Sometimes it means nothing.”
My eyes widened at him. “Anthony, that was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Well, it’s another thing to cross off your bucket list.”
“Anthony, I’m so scared,” I whimpered. All the anger in his eyes melted away, replaced with waves of sorrow.
“No, Kail,” he murmured, taking my arm and pulling me closer to him. “No, it’s alright. It means nothing, we’re okay.”
I was so incredibly petrified of death. It consumed without consciousness of good and evil, just going around laying its finger on whomever it chose. I didn’t want it to take me, but more so, I sure as hell didn’t want it to take Anthony.
“It’s alright, Kail,” he breathed on my neck, his arms tightening around me. “We’ll be alright.”
The deeper I drifted into his chest, the less I felt the need to cry. The less scared I was, the less stressed I was. He took the weight of the world off of my shoulders by simply wrapping his arms around my body. We were okay now. I was okay now.
Not even the illusory fear of death could penetrate the wall of protection Anthony’s arms created.
He backed out of the embrace, looking down on me. “Are you alright?”
I wiped beneath my eyes. No tears had spilled over yet, but they threatened to. “I’m fine.”
He broke out into a goofy grin. “Good,” he told me. “I hate it when you’re upset.”
We arrived back home to Morgan and Aidan already waiting in our hotel room. “Where did you lovebirds go?” Morgan kidded.
“Wendy’s, and then…” Anthony trailed off, glancing at me.
“Wendy’s?” Morgan grimaced. “Well, we’re going out someplace nicer tonight. Mom’s sleeping, she’s not coming. So get dressed, it’s already four.”
I wore a denim dress with black floral prints embroidered on the bottom and a thin black belt over my bony torso, and Anthony wore a green and blue plaid shirt and darker jean shorts.
The restaurant was the nicest eatery I’d ever attended in my entire life. Anthony and I shared a table alone, with Aidan and Morgan spying on us from a table just down the aisle.
It was sort of romantic, like a date. We shared laughs and giggles and I knew that this was going to be one of those memories I would reminisce back on for years to come.
We arrived home, and I was quick to get changed. Denim felt uncomfortable against my skin.
While Anthony changed, I waited on the balcony that overlooked a busy New York street. I loved watching cars and couples and people and lights and hearing laughter and screeching giggles and chatter and the smell of the restaurants that sailed up the alleyway.
“This city is so pretty,” a voice said from behind me. I spun to face Anthony’s eyes as he approached me.
I smiled. “Yeah.”
He spun me back around so I was facing the street and he wrapped his arms around mine. He rested his chin on my shoulder and murmured, “There is no one I’d rather be here with.”
My dad didn't get my frozen yogurt tonight so I legit threw a temper tantrum the size of Alaska.
I almost smacked my sister in the face so I banished myself to my bedroom.
So now I'm yogurt-less, sad, and lonely. So leave me feedback.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
I finally couldn’t bear the silence anymore. “What did she mean?” I asked Anthony.
“Nothing,” he answered quickly.
“Why were you in my vision? Why were you in a graveyard? Why didn’t you move?”
“Didn’t you hear her, Kail?” Anthony snapped, suddenly angry. “Sometimes she reads stuff wrong. Sometimes it means nothing.”
My eyes widened at him. “Anthony, that was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Well, it’s another thing to cross off your bucket list.”
“Anthony, I’m so scared,” I whimpered. All the anger in his eyes melted away, replaced with waves of sorrow.
“No, Kail,” he murmured, taking my arm and pulling me closer to him. “No, it’s alright. It means nothing, we’re okay.”
I was so incredibly petrified of death. It consumed without consciousness of good and evil, just going around laying its finger on whomever it chose. I didn’t want it to take me, but more so, I sure as hell didn’t want it to take Anthony.
“It’s alright, Kail,” he breathed on my neck, his arms tightening around me. “We’ll be alright.”
The deeper I drifted into his chest, the less I felt the need to cry. The less scared I was, the less stressed I was. He took the weight of the world off of my shoulders by simply wrapping his arms around my body. We were okay now. I was okay now.
Not even the illusory fear of death could penetrate the wall of protection Anthony’s arms created.
He backed out of the embrace, looking down on me. “Are you alright?”
I wiped beneath my eyes. No tears had spilled over yet, but they threatened to. “I’m fine.”
He broke out into a goofy grin. “Good,” he told me. “I hate it when you’re upset.”
We arrived back home to Morgan and Aidan already waiting in our hotel room. “Where did you lovebirds go?” Morgan kidded.
“Wendy’s, and then…” Anthony trailed off, glancing at me.
“Wendy’s?” Morgan grimaced. “Well, we’re going out someplace nicer tonight. Mom’s sleeping, she’s not coming. So get dressed, it’s already four.”
I wore a denim dress with black floral prints embroidered on the bottom and a thin black belt over my bony torso, and Anthony wore a green and blue plaid shirt and darker jean shorts.
The restaurant was the nicest eatery I’d ever attended in my entire life. Anthony and I shared a table alone, with Aidan and Morgan spying on us from a table just down the aisle.
It was sort of romantic, like a date. We shared laughs and giggles and I knew that this was going to be one of those memories I would reminisce back on for years to come.
We arrived home, and I was quick to get changed. Denim felt uncomfortable against my skin.
While Anthony changed, I waited on the balcony that overlooked a busy New York street. I loved watching cars and couples and people and lights and hearing laughter and screeching giggles and chatter and the smell of the restaurants that sailed up the alleyway.
“This city is so pretty,” a voice said from behind me. I spun to face Anthony’s eyes as he approached me.
I smiled. “Yeah.”
He spun me back around so I was facing the street and he wrapped his arms around mine. He rested his chin on my shoulder and murmured, “There is no one I’d rather be here with.”
My dad didn't get my frozen yogurt tonight so I legit threw a temper tantrum the size of Alaska.
I almost smacked my sister in the face so I banished myself to my bedroom.
So now I'm yogurt-less, sad, and lonely. So leave me feedback.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
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