Troubled

25: Rumors.

Megan Crawford.
Tuesday, August 18th 2015.
23:08.

"How did you find out about this place?" I questioned as I looked at the gruesome house in front of me, wondering why the hell I was there instead of back at home, sleeping in my bed.

"Aria is always telling stories," Kyle said as he took my hand on his own and pulled me with him towards the door. "Most of them are boring and I have to pretend to laugh. But a few days ago, she mentioned that she and her friends once broke into this house, and I knew I had to come check it out."

I was not sure I wanted to go in there, it was against the law and I would get into so much trouble if the police came. It was dangerous and quite stupid, my brain was telling me to just say to Kyle that this was going too far. But then again, I wanted to stay and see for myself what was in that house, it was brown and old and had a worn out roof as well as some broken windows, it seemed so mysterious and amazing.

"But we could get caught," I said as I chewed on my bottom lip and looked from behind my shoulder to make sure no one was around. Kyle was kneeling down and attempting to open the door with a credit card. He chuckled as he listened to me talk. "And then my mom would yell at me. And it would be on the newspaper and everyone would think I'm some rebellious girl."

"No one will ever know," Kyle assured me as he smiled and shook his head. I heard a noise and glanced down to see that he had unlocked the door. I was confused as to how he had even done that and where he had learned it, because I had only ever seen something so fascinating in movies. I was going to speak about this, but then he was standing up and his mouth was so close to mine that we were breathing the same air. "This will be our secret, princess"

I could not believe that I had come with him in the first place. My mom was out with some of her friends and she thought I was asleep at home. But I had come with Kyle because he had called and said that he really wanted me to, and I could never say no to him, he always found a way to convince me. Catherine was in her bedroom, maybe dreaming about her favorite cartoons, and Chloe was back in the city. There was no one around to tell on me.

Kyle was such bad news, I had known this the second I had met him, with those charming smirks and cigarettes and tattoos. He was a stereotype and the worst kind, but there was something so mesmerizing about him, I could never get enough.

In that moment, he pressed his lips to mine in a harsh manner, making my eyes widen in surprise. He pushed me against the wall behind me and I opened my mouth to question what the hell he was doing, but he just decided to deepen the kiss. His hands went down to my hips and then under my dress, the only thing between his touch and my bare skin was my underwear. He caressed my backside with his fingers, and I wanted to stop him and tell him that someone could see us, but it felt too good.

He pulled his lips away from mine and his hands from where they were, making me groan in annoyance. He grinned at me before walking through the door of the house, leaving me standing there, bothered and wanting more. He just loved to tease me. I muttered, "I hate you so much."

"Come on, princess," Kyle said from the inside, turning on the flashlight that he had brought with him and looking around. "This place is amazing."

I breathed in to get back my composure and then went inside. I could not see much, because it was the middle of the night and all we had was a dim yellow light. But there was old furniture –a blue couch with patterns of white flowers, some bookshelves, a hideous rug and a broken chandelier on the ceiling– as well as paintings on the walls. It was obvious that many other people had been in that house before, because there were bottles of beer on the floor and even a box of condoms.