Page 134 of Every Broken Promise
Okay, great, he wasn’t mad.
“And I think you’ll love my ‘Around town with Hart’ article this week.”
At this, he beamed. Ty crouched in front of me and then used one of his hands to cup my cheek.
“I’m going to miss waking up next to you.”
“Me too,” I admitted.
My hands wrapped around his shoulders, and my forehead rested on top of his.
“I miss you already,” I told him.
His eyes widened, and then they went molten. He liked it when I expressed my feelings freely.
Ronnie aside,the conference was a delight. When we checked in on Friday morning, Ronnie was still a bit dry with me. There were a lot of people, so it was easy enough to ignore him.
I loved meeting other reporters and writers, everyone having collective ideas and sharing tips and tricks to make their small paper or blog grow.
It was very inspiring, and it truly motivated me by listening to other speakers. The only person holding you back half the time was yourself.
On Saturday, I was all over the place, and I had forgotten why I was even worried about coming here in the first place.
I was truly delusional since this weekend was a breeze, and I would be home tomorrow evening. Then I could put this behind me, I thought to myself.
Ronnie was slightly creepy, but that didn’t make him evil.
At that thought, a weight lifted from my shoulders, and I got ready for bed. While I did my nighttime routine, I gave Ty a quick call. He was going to go over to Zeke’s with his friends.
He gently reminded me that Collin wanted to talk to me, and I think I was finally ready to face him. At the end of the day, wewere stupid teenagers. It was not his fault for having an allergic reaction, and I had done the right thing by calling an ambulance. In a bigger town, that might not have been a big deal, but for our small town I ruined one of the biggest nights of the year for some of my peers.
At least after that, they had the actual event at a salon where they could have chaperons supervise and not have students govern other students, because that never worked out well.
The stress of the last few weeks and the constant anxiety I had been in since the announcement of this trip hadn’t allowed me a good rest. I was so tired I passed out instantly, not hearing the knocks on the other side of the door.
When I woke up, I was groggy but still alert. The room was silent, but an overwhelming feeling washed over me instantly. The air in the room felt heavier, almost suffocating. I slowly opened my eyes and could tell it was very early morning.
Somehow, that made it better.
Monsters came out in the dark, right?
If I had superpowers, I would say my spider senses were tingling—tingling a lot. As I became more cognitive, I could tell something was wrong. The hairs on my arms rose, and I felt gooseflesh all over my body.
I’ve had vivid sleep paralysis, but this was not that.
I blinked once.
Twice.
My hearing got better.
I could see the wall, but the eerie feeling that someone was watching me wouldn’t go away. My breathing instantly labored, and my body told me the things my eyes had not yet seen.
My heart began to beat faster, and blood raced through my system, making me feel lightheaded.
Before I could turn around, someone spoke.
I closed my eyes tighter and instantly began to curse myself for being so fucking stupid.
