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It Happens

Ally is just a normal Oakville girl. Smart, cute and has a passion for drawing. But one day, some one tries to kill her. Someone who? Well, let's just say he's not in it for the kicks... But what happens when your almost-murderer becomes your friend? Or something even more? Well, you know.... [banner removed by admins - banners must be 300 x 150 pix or smaller]


5. Chapter 5

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He stopped in front of my house, picked me up from his car, and carried me to the door. He rang the bell and waited.

“Are we ordering pizza?” I burst suddenly. He shushed me with a kiss right before my mom opened the door.

“Ally!” she gasped “I was worried about you, why didn’t you ride home with Nicole?”

“She missed the ride” Edward said suddenly before I could stupidly answer.

“And who might you be?”

“Edward, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Pleasures mine. Are you a friend of Ally’s?”

He paused.

“Yes, very good friends. I met up with her at the party, and when I saw she missed the ride, I offered her one”

“Well...thank you then” she gruffed, giving in.

“Thank you Jesus!” I called out. Edward quickly carried me inside, where my mother directed him to my room. He placed me in my bed while my mom went to the basement to find some p.j’s from the wash. As I lay down I looked up to his face. I smiled.

“Guess what?” I asked. He sat down at the edge of my bed, staring down at me.


“I kinda like you”

He chuckled, then kissed my cheek.

“I like you to” Edward whispered in my ear.

Then It went black.

The morning sun tore through my closed eye lids. I lay there, headache and all, reflecting on the party from the night before. Covers were thrown on top of me, and the window was open a crack. I always had the window open, or else I could never fall asleep.

Remembering that I didn’t need to get up for anything, I lay there, counting my heart beats. Soon, more memories of the night before returned to my head. Ag, the car ride with Edward was something I knew I’d regret. Me, kissing him and asking stupid questions. Gah, he must think I’m a fool.

But who is he to think I’m a fool? He stalks me and kisses me, so what does that make him? A rapist? An angel?

I pondered on these thoughts when I realized that there was someone else in the room. Since it was so quiet, you could distinctively hear my heart beats and breath. But I came to realized I could also hear someone else’s breath, but no one else’s heart beat.

Uh oh.

What happened last night? All I remember is Edward kissing my cheek...

Did we?! No, we couldn’t have...but if you consider all the alcohol I drank...

Oh dear. Oh dear...

“Did we ...” I began to ask.

“No” he answered seriously. I sunk in to the matteras with relief. Good, that’s one thing off my list that I dont have to worry about.

“Did I ... do anything to you?” I asked again, turning crimson. It was good that we didn’t do it, but if we got close... that would have been bad.

He chuckled “You kept kissing me, but that’s about it”

There was a long pause. I was reflecting on what happened. Yes, I remember kissing him. Ag, that’s going to make it awkward.

I didn’t dare open my eyes, it would be much too much light. So, I moved my hand across until I found a cold hand. He wrapped his hand around mine and began to massage it.

“Why do you look after me?” I asked slowly.

There was a long pause, like he was trying to find the right words.

“You ... you just....” he began “At first, I thought it would be easy to ... but now ...”

I waited patiently.

“I just like you a lot” He decided. I was flabbergasted. Yes, I was pretty sure he had something for me, because of all the little kisses. But I thought at first it was more like how a banker loves money, or how a thief loves gold.

“I ... I like you to” I stammered. And it was true, I did like him. How much? I wasn’t sure. Sometimes I would dream of him and for days it’s all I could think of. But other days I just thought of him as any old friend.

It was silent for awhile, and I liked it that way. It was interesting to feel his cold hand, it felt like it had never been loved or held. It was very sad actually.