19. Done
"Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell." -Emily Dickinson, "Parting"
I was sleeping well. No dreams flowed through my head, though, which was fine by me. Evenually, I made myself wake up, knowing that I needed some food in my system. My stomach was grumbling. I laughed stupidly for a few seconds. I then stretched my arms out, yawning, my eyelids not yet opened. I felt something cold on my fingertips. I gasped.
"Hello, there," Ryan's cool voice whispered, silently.
I gasped again, my eyes fluttering open to find Ryan lying next to me. I noted that he had a serious expression on his face. Oh, no. I felt my heart sinking into my stomach. Why wasn't my dad already in here? He would know that Ryan was with me. I needed to get my boyfriend out of my room before anyone had noticed that he'd gone missing. Why was Ryan here, anyway? He had never stepped foot in my room before until now...
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, quickly."Ryan, my father could--"
Ryan pressed his fingers to my lips, shutting me up. His too quick action worked. I looked at him with a panicked expression, my heart pumping blood rapidly. I noticed that Ryan's usual topaz eyes were now a dark coal color. They looked positively wild and dangerous. This was weird, I thought that he and his family as well as some members of mine went hunting yesterday. I think that they went to somewhere near Rainier...Goat Rocks Wilderness or something?
I instantly felt the urgent want and need to slap myself. I wasn't focusing on the fact that Ryan was somewhere that he shouldn't be!
"It's fine," murmured Ryan, his voice as hard as a block of ice. Cold ice.
I was immedinatly taken a back by his harsh tone. I didn't like it. Not one bit.
"We need to talk, Cecilia."
And when my boyfriend said that, I knew that something was up. Something not good. My heart stopped beating.