Ian’s POV

Anthony tightened his hands on my arms and his body tensed. I had never seen him so angry. Fear crept into my body as that woman stalked toward us, digger her demon like fingers into my hand, pulling me forward.

“YOU are coming home with me.” she spat.

“Like hell he is.” Anthony growled, stepping in front of my trembling figure, pulling ( Read more... )

Anthony’s pov

I hopped off my skateboard and hurried to the front door’s of the hospital, the automatic doors sliding open as they did everyday, that familiar smell filling my nostrils. “Good Morning Mr.Padilla!” the lady at the check in desk smiled, her friendly smile making me cheerier.

“Good morning ma’am.” I smiled. “Ian awake?”

She nodded and ( Read more... )

“You...you’re moving?” I whispered.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip, and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah...”

“But Paisley...why?”

She sighed and looked up at me for the first time since she’s been here. “I’m sorry Ian...I’m so sorry.” she whispered.

“Is that why...you’ve been gone?”

She nodded. “I've been helping my parent’s ( Read more... )

(Ian’s POV)

I opened my eyes, my room dimmed and empty. The drone of the TV in the background, and a small lamp on next to my bed. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, glancing up at the wall clock. 9pm. Anthony was late.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, just as the nurse came in. “Mr.Hecox! good to see you're awake! Are you feeling alright?” ( Read more... )

I finished eating my shit breakfast of oatmeal and some milk in one of those little cartons you can down in one gulp and an apple. I like oatmeal...when it actually has flavor. Hospital oatmeal? Nope.

I pushed the bowl away from me and just handled my apple and gazed out the big hospital window. I smiled to myself, waiting for Anthony to show up ( Read more... )

Anthony’s POV ( Read more... )

I haven’t heard anything from the mystery god since that party. it’s been a week and I can’t remember a thing. Just the haunting memory of his gentle touch. I get chills everytime I think of him. He’s kept me up at night, trying desperately to think long and hard about his blurry face, trying to identify him. I’m starting to give up...last night ( Read more... )

Life is a bother. That is, if you have no one. That’s how I see it. Everyday I get up, drag my ass to school, then go back home, and repeat. The same thing everyday. I always hoped something would turn around. I would get a little ray of hope in my life, but no. Why would that happen to me? My parent’s died in a car crash when I was thirteen. I ( Read more... )

I'm a teenager. I make mistakes. Some mistakes I regret. But, this is a very difficult time in my life right now. I'm unhappy. I'm unhappy with myself. My grades, my choices, my school and everything I do. I don't know what I want to do with my life, I don't know who I am, I just...don't know. I feel lost. I now know when people say, "awkward ( Read more... )

A light breeze ruffled my hair as I walked with my husband, Anthony. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, on the soft fabric of his t-shirt, breathing him in, relief filling my body as we walked through the park near our house on this warm spring day in California.

Anthony and I wouldn’t be having many more of these tender moments. he got requested ( Read more... )