Chapter 16: Lies

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Aiden's POV for today's chapter!

Chapter 16: Lies
                  *AIDEN'S POV*
It was 11 at night and I felt exhausted. I didn't get time to rest because of what my mind held against my body.

The emotion of everything. The stress of never waking up again. The stress of life.

I tiredly walked upstairs to my room to see Heaven settling on my bed. She had her light brown curls that were well-defined drooping on her shoulders. She wore a yellow hoodie that looked way too big for her size but somehow matched her so well. She was fiddling with the rings on her fingers, she constantly did that. She was nibbling her lower lip and looked slightly anxious as I watched her watch the show Who cooks best.

That reminded me, what was it about her? She was talkative to people but never talked about her. But why did I care so much? Why did I feel the f*cking need to find out about her?

She looked at me as I just stood there, her light brown eyes attaching with my blue ones, "Sorry," she apologized while hastily standing up from my bed and pausing the show.

I ignored her unusual apology and walked over to my side of the mattress. I laid down on the bed while she stared anywhere but at me. I rested my head and back on the bed board and let my eyes watch her. I craved to sleep, I really did. But, those nightmares she had the night before...I needed to know more about them.

She quietly sat down on her side of the bed, not saying anything. Her yellow hoodie wrinkling slightly as she laid down. I watched her lay herself the same as I was laid, the pillow still tucked between both of us, separating me and her. She kept her eyes on the TV as she pressed play, the intense music from the show getting louder as they were picking who the winner is.

I noticed her not looking and slowly bent over to the other side, the pain on my core from yesterday feeling even more intense. I held in the pain and slowly grabbed the remote from the side of her, as soon as the host on the show started opening the envelope I turned off the TV.

She turned to me with shock in her eyes, "Hey! I was watching that," she pouted.

"Well I'm tired," I replied as I put the remote next to me in case she tried to turn it back on.

"Fine," she murmured as she stood up from the bed. Her hoodie slightly rising higher, revealing her brown legs that shone from the light. She walked to the mirror that was placed next to my closet and put her curls into a high bun before walking back to the bed and covering her body with the blanket.

I did the same and turned the lamp light off. I decided to wear my shirt for the night, just in case she sees anything that would lead her to question me.

I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. I had to hear her nightmares. I craved to know what they were about, why they kept making her afraid of trust, why it compelled her to feel like she had the need to lie.

I stayed up for 3 hours. She doesn't snore surprisingly and she barley moves in her sleep.

I turned over to face her, I quietly pushed the pillow down and gazed at her. Her eyes were closed lightly, her long eyelashes looked darker than ever. Her eyebrows were so perfect, so defined and shaped to its best. The bun that she had worn before sleeping slowly tumbling apart, strands of her curls dangling in her face. Her lips were full and a radiant red, the scent of her strawberry essence filled around me.

Why was she so different? I mean she was different in so many ways. I've noticed the way she gets embarrassed around me or when her cheeks lightly flush red at specific moments... she felt something. But she never said anything unlike all the girls who have come and made an effort to date me, she was the only one who conversed with me as...normal. She didn't twirl her hair every time I spoke to her or put her arms closely together to get her chest to look more bigger, she didn't wear short things around or stay in my room when I went out and waited till I come back to do stuff. Instead, she gave me attitude, she snapped her fingers at me when I was harsh to her. And I despised that, but there was a part of me that for some reason liked it.

It was 2 am and I was about to let my eyes fall shut. I started to slowly feel them close even though I tried my best to keep them lifted up.

Shortly after my eyes almost closed she started to shift around. Turning left and right over and over. I sit up slightly using the strength I get from the gym to lift myself and I face her.

"No," she whispered in a small tone as her eye lightly twitched

I gaped at her confused.

No what?

"You can't," she whispered after. I saw her arms start to shift also, slowly lifting them back and forth like she was shoving someone away.

"Heaven," I whispered trying to wake her up. I don't know why but I didn't want to see her like that. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

"STOP! PLEASE DONT!" she yelled again as she started to hit the pillow fiercely.

I shook her fully, "Heaven!" I yelled again.

She woke up and her breathing became unsteady. I watched as her eyes transitioned from one place to another as if she was trying to make sure the nightmare wasn't true. Tears started to slowly form in her brown eyes and her nose slightly turned red. She sat up, covered her face with her shaking arms, and breathed out unevenly.

I watched her slowly, "What do you have nightmares about?" I ask her.

She slowly removes her face out of her arms. She instantly wipes the one tear that has fallen and faces me. Her miserable eyes staring into mine.

She then seemed to become aware of who I was and perked up, "Nothing," she replied shortly with a small fake smile.

I knew it was fake. I've never seen her smile like that.

"Heaven-" I start.

She turned to face me again as she fluffed her pillows, "It's nothing Aiden" she said lowly.

I stare at her and watch her turn her face to the other side of the bed, her breathing still unsteady. I turn the opposite way and tell myself to fall asleep.

But now I can't. Now I wanted to know more, now I felt the need to know what she had nightmares about.

What was she so afraid of?

This chapter was kind of short but I hope you enjoyed it! This one is really short!

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