All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Sweetheart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I walked back as the night settled and the wind was soothing my heartache. I never thought in my whole life that I could ever love somebody so much after my parents. I thought I would never have the change to love someone so deeply. Then Rys happened, the bad boy, changed my entire gravity. I was no longer walking on the ground, I was flying up too high, it could be heavenly but at the same time, it could be risky to love someone that much.If you fly too high, you could fall back down even harder. I didn't think that Rys would ever do that to me. He cared and loved me when I had nobody but my aching soul. It was more of a miracle, we both had similar lives, we had dark coals in our hearts.Too poetic to the point where you sound like a lovestruck fool. I reminded myself as I laughed a little louder and smiled a little wid

I stared at the hands that weren't mine, or at least I would like to think so. My tear stained cheeks averted to the two dead men that Ryson and I had killed that were carried out to the center. It was fast and instantaneous, I never expected us to end up this way. I was supposed to be in Julliard training to be the top pianist in the whole wide world, it seemed too far to reach but that was what I wanted and Rys was supposed to find a job that carried a stable life. Instead, we became killers who had anger in their hearts and trembling hands."Evangeline Hart and Ryson Adams." The officer called both of our names and we silently obliged. Both of us too tired to talk, I could tell the dangerous conflicts Ryson's eyes portrayed. He was thinking about what happened earlier and by the intensity of his eyes, I could tell he was mad at himself for bringing me into this.

"Dad, I love you." I sobbed as I reached my hand to touch the side of his cheek. He smiled and took my hand in his."I love you too, princess." He simply said with sparkling eyes. He looked like an angel."What am I supposed to do without you?" I whimpered out. He rubbed my palm to comfort me and said."Keep playing the piano."The sorrowful trees surrounded the house blew against the wind as leaves fell from their places and the wind was ruthless. I stared at the window to the view of Michigan bare streets and the sad drifting leaves.I then averted my eyes to the broken boy that laid with his eyes closed. I smiled a bit at the stubborn boy that f

You'll never cross an emotional bridge, if you keep rushing back to the other side.T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"•••I wished that time didn't exist. That the obstacles could just be removed, that waiting for him to come back to me could just come faster. Time was a problem I faced. Time wasn't my friend at all, it would either fast forward my life or rewind it.My blonde swirls were jumbled up by a thin striped band and my awful smell spread out in my room from the two horrible days I spent with Ryson. The bed sheets tumbled under my bed from how moody I got. My room was a mess with papers on the ground a

                                                               After Eighteen years "I present to you the famous pianist known in this generation," the host boomed with joy as the audience started to become more thrilled, "Xavier Adams." My son came in all his glory as he bowed down on the stage of Julliard and sat down in front of his piano like a fitting glove, it suited him a lot. I gushed in happiness as pride coursed my entire body, Ryson kissed my forehead as we cuddled together in our seats to watch our eighteen years old son play so effortlessly. I had made sure to teach him through all of his years in Michig