I combed through the crowd of people spread throughout Amy's house looking for a less populated spot to wait for Callum. I walked into the kitchen, quickly scanning the room, but only saw people I didnt know. I texted Callum, letting him know that I was in the kitchen and to meet me here when he arrived.
I grabbed a vanilla cupcake off of the island and dipped my finger in the buttercream frosting and licked it off.
"Are those any good? I don't wanna risk the calories if they're not." Someone said from behind me. I turned around startled, but looking around, I didn't see anyone over the large marble counter.
"Down here." The voice said.
I looked down and met the eyes of a girl that had to be around 4'10. She had beautiful mocha skin and light brown eyes. She had cat-like makeup on, and black kitten ears sat on her curly afro.
<I sat in third period staring out the window, completely unaware of what topic was being talked about in class. My eyes were focused on the parking lot, scanning every car that drove through, hoping to see Callum's.I hadn't heard from Callum in two days, and I was beginning to get worried. The last thing he told me was that he needed time, and I had no idea what that even meant. I began to think about the blow up we had two mornings ago, trying to figure out how everything could go so wrong.-"What are those marks on your arm?"Callum stood up and walked towards me, while I looked down at my arm wondering at what point in the night did my concealer come off.I took a step back as he got closer, and he looked at me suspiciously."Dyl? What is that?" He asked, now right in front of me.
"So.." I trailed off, staring at the girl in front of me. It wasn't even 45 minutes after Vanessa texted me before I was in the car on my way to meet her.She took a sip of water and cleared her throat. "Uh so, do you remember my cousin Marcus from the party?"I thought for a second and nodded."Anyway, so after we left the party, he drives to our grandma's house, and I'm like why the hell are we here right now. My grandma is shocked to see us obviously, because it's late as fuck, but then Marcus started rambling on and on about one of our aunts and how she disconnected from the family after she got married. Anyway, he asks my grandma where her photo albums are, and she gives them to him and he just starts flipping through them, and finally pulls out a picture." She takes a deep breath before digging into her purse. She places it on the table and slides it towards m
I clutched my tote bag to my side, trying to find the courage to finally ring the door bell. Looking in the driveway for the fifth time, I saw that both Callum's motorcycle and car were still there. I thought maybe if I looked enough times, they would disappear and maybe he wasn't home, but sadly that was not the case.He was home. He would see me after three days of ignoring me. He must know that Sara called me, it was from his phone after all. Atleast I hoped he knew. Sara is pretty sneaky, she definitely could have snatched it when he wasn't looking to call me. Maybe I shouldn't be here, if he didn't know I was coming then he probably still doesn't want to talk to me.Right?Before my mind could run through another scenario, the door opened."Dylan! It's good to see you." Callum's dad, Connor said, pulling me into a hug."Good to see you too Mr Gage." I smiled, hugging him back."What ar
I gently tiptoed over the sleeping six-year-olds, and silently made my way up the stairs. Callum's parents had gone to bed a little over an hour ago, but I waited to ensure that they'd be asleep before I went to see Callum.When I got to his room, his door was ajar, so I didn't bother knocking, and lightly pushed it open. He was lying on his back with earbuds in and his eyes closed. I closed the door and walked over to his bed without making a sound. He must have realized that I was there, because he sat up and took out his earbuds."Come here." He said, patting next to him on the bed.I sat beside him, placing one if his pillows on my lap. I avoided his gaze, feeling awkward about the exchange we had less than two hours ago."I want to tell you why I haven't returned any of your messages." He said softly."Okay, why?" I asked, looking up at him.He exhaled before grabbing both of my hands into his.
"Do you seriously want to do this right now?" I groaned.My dad looked at me and then looked behind him into the house and signed, turning around, he shook his head. "No, I guess not. Come in, the both of you." He muttered.I turned to Callum and grinned before grabbing his hand and walking into the house.My father led us to the living room, where my grandparents sat on the sofa, Eliza and Mel sitting across from them with their fakest smiles on."Look who's here!" My dad stated, happily.Everyone stood up. My grandfather stood at 6'5, a deep brown complextion, and a very serious demeanor. My grandmother was more than a foot shorter than him, with very light skin, and green eyes. Her demeanor was equally as serious as his. Her curly hair was in an updo, she wore a designer dress, with a diamond encrusted bracelet to complete her outfit. She looked amazing. She cracked a small smile when I walked in, while my grandfather remained stoic."Gra
"What time do you wake up in the morning? I want us to have breakfast together." My grandmother said."Uhh.." I trailed, looking over to my father, not knowing what to say. My grandparents didn't know that I wasn't living here, and I didn't want to lie to them."I'll tell the chef 9 am, if that works for the two of you." My father said, his body tense."That's fine Steven, that work for you, Dylan?" She asked."Yes, 9 is fine.""Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Let me go rescue your poor boyfriend from Richard.""Goodnight Grandma, and thank you." I smiled."Dyl, can we talk for a minute?" My father asked, once my grandmother was out of ear range."Sure." I mumbled as he led me into his office.I sat down across from him, annoyed that I'd done this so many times before."I know we have some things we need to discuss, but I was hoping we could do that when your grandparents are gone."I groaned. "C'mon
"Wow, you look lovely. You will be the standout." My grandmother said, staring at me in awe."Thank you." I smiled. "Why does the dress have to be white? It's not like I'm getting married." I said, staring at myself in the mirror. I was at a dress boutique having my final dress fitting before the ball."It's the debutante ball, everyone wears white Dylan. Your escort will be wearing a black tuxedo."I turned my back to the mirror to face my grandmother."Escort, no one said anything about an escort."She looked at me like I was crazy. "Of course you're going to have an escort, I thought that was clear."It definitely wasn't clear."Uh Grandma, I'm not sure if Callum would be up for that."She laughed softly and took my hand. "Oh sweetheart I'm sorry but Callum will not be your escort. I already have someone lined up for you."My eyes widened, stunned by the words that were coming out of her mouth. "But Callum is
"This guy is a complete stranger. Why do you need an escort anyway?" Callum huffed."I know, I know, but what can I do. It's too late to back out of it, my family has already put so much money into the event." I groaned, laying my head on his chest.He massage my scalp, running his fingers through my curls."I'm coming to that dinner. Whether your grandma likes it or not." He grumbled.I smiled, looking up at him. "Of course you're coming, I wouldn't have it any other way."He bent his head down, pecking my lips."Let's see what this guy looks like." Callum said, pulling out his phone. He went on his instagram, searching Gabriel Whitman."There are probably thousands of people with that name, no way you're finding him." I said."I'll find him." A look of determination on his face.After a few scrolls and clicks, he smirked."Found him.""How do you know it's him?" I questioned, trying to see his screen."Oh it's
6 months later“So do you wanna grab lunch after your class? I don’t have class until 2:30.”“I have a meeting with my advisor at 1 so it’ll have to be after that.” I said, double checking my schedule on my phone.“Okay great, that works. Text me okay, and good luck on your first day.”“Thanks Davia I will, and good luck to you too.” I replied, waving goodbye to roommate.Still having fifteen minutes before my first class started, I took my time walking to the english building so that I could really take in the campus. Students were spread throughout the quad, some reading, some talking, and a few people napping. As I looked around, it was clear to me th
“Can I take you out to dinner tonight? We can drive up to Sunset and go to Bossa Nova or something.” Callum asked nervously.I took a sip of my seltzer water and shook my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. My dad has a meeting out of town and I have to watch Spencer after school.”He frowned. “What happened to his nanny?”“I gave her the day off, I wanted to spend more time with him.” I said.He looked down and rubbed his hands on his jeans.“Is everything okay Callum? You seem off.” I reached over and touched his cheek. “We can hang out later tonight if you want, Spencer’s night nurse should be at my house around 9.”“I’m fine, really.” He smiled. “And 9 is good. Can you come over to my house?”I nodded and stood up. &
“How do I look? Be honest.” I asked my father.“Dylan you look perfect.” He said, obviously.“No seriously Dad, are my bruises covered up well? I don’t want to look crazy over there.”He laughed. “As I said, you’re perfect. You did much more damage to the girl than she did to you. I can’t even tell you’ve been fighting.”“Okay, good.”“But no more fighting, right?” He asked, his brows raised.“Nope, but this one was a long time coming.” I smirked.“You know what, it really was.” He laughed.
“I’m so glad you’re back.” A blonde girl in my American history class whispered to me.“Do I know you?” I asked, confused.She looked offended by my question, and said “I’m Alice, I’m on the cheer team with Mel.”I stared at her, still unable to recognize her.“I was at your birthday party.” She stated, obviously.The bell rang, saving me from further interacting with her. I quickly put my things into my bag, and bolted out of the classroom.“Dylan.” I heard, the second I stepped into the hall.“Callum.” I smiled, turning around to him. I could tell he was upset with me by his tone.
“Do you want me to pick you up?” Callum asked nervously.“No, Amy’s on her way to get me.” I said, double checking my hair in my rear view mirror.“And you’re sure you’re okay?”“Yes Cal, I’m fine. I told you, I was just tired. I’ll see you at school, alright?” I said to him.“Okay, I love you. I’ll see you soon.”“I love you too Callum.” I responded, before ending the call.I felt bad for lying to him, but if I told him where I was really going I knew that he’d try to stop me. I approached the building, and saw Detective Clarke standing outside waiting for me.“Thank you
6 weeks later“Wow.” I said, staring at myself in the mirror. My long, dark curls were now shoulder length and honey brown, with blonde highlights. I looked completely different, which was exactly what I was going for.“You like?” My hairstylist, Monica said as she added volume to my hair with her fingers.“I love, thank you so much!” I grinned at her in the mirror.“Of course my love, and it’s on the house.”“What?” I said turning around to look at her face to face.“All I ask is that you post a picture of your new look on instagram and tag the salon.” She said.
My psychiatrist, Dr Scott, sat in my hospital room just as she did everyday for the past two weeks, and just stared at me. In silence.“What do you want me to say? I already told you everything that happened. What more do you want?” I was becoming increasingly irritated with this woman. Every day it was the same thing. I recounted my kidnapping, and my feelings towards Kelly. I had nothing left to say about the situation, I only wanted to forget it.“Let’s talk about the light situation.” She said, pushing her glasses up.“What light situation?” I asked, confused.“Well, since you came out of your coma, you haven’t been able to sleep in the dark. Your room light has been on every night for the last two weeks.&rdq
"So I'm cleared? I can go home now?" I asked Dr Hines.I had been concious for a little over a week now, and I was finally beginning to feel like myself again. My body was getting back to normal, and all I wanted to do was be anywhere but the hospital now."You're cleared from me, yes. Your physical injuries should take a few more weeks to heal; and with a steady and consistent diet you should be back to your normal weight soon. However, Dr Scott still has some concerns about your mental state." He said."My mental state?""Her mental state?" Callum and I said simultaneously.Dr Hines nodded. "Until she clears you, you're stuck here with me." He smiled sadly."But I'm fine, really. I think it's time I go home. I miss my bed, and my books, and my shower." I ranted.Callum held my hand. "I can go to your house and grab some books if you want."I shook my head. "I want to be able to
Amy left before Callum arrived so that him and I would have privacy. The hospital had called my father, who was also on his way. I was excited to see him, but I hoped that Callum would come before he did.I couldn't wait to see Callum.As I lied back, trying to stretch my legs, there was a knock on the door."Come in." I called out, unable to see who was at the door.A woman walked into the room. She wore an expensive looking red dress with a white lab coat over it, and thick black framed glasses.A man walked in behind her, he looked to be in his mid thirties wearing a dark blue suit."Hi, can I help you?" I asked the both of them."Hi Dylan, I'm Dr. Scott. I am a psychiatrist here at the hospital, Dr. Hines sent me to pay you a visit. Is it okay if the detective here asks you a few questions?" She asked.I looked back and forth between t