by Jordan Nichols

Created on: November 12, 2008   Last Updated: December 19, 2009

Chapter 8. Betrayed.

I sat, glued to my writing desk until the alarm on my dryer went off. Forcing me to get up and do another load of laundry. Eventually the laundry was done, but my hunger pulled me away from my work yet again. I looked up at the clock saw that it was already after three in the morning.

Once again I decided to put my health before my writing and went to bed. I woke up with the feeling of excitement jolting through me. All I have to do is eat, take a shower, and write just a bit more before I can go see the most perfect thing to ever be blessed upon my life. Well blessed for me anyways. For Masen on the other hand, It's more like a punishment then it is a blessing. Even if he doesn't know it yet. The longer were together and the more we learn about each other, the more we fall in love with each other. And the more the all in love with each other, the more its going to add to the already excruciating pain that will be forced on to the both of us when this happy little fairy tale is taken away from us at our little sign of weakness. And no matter how much I know I should go ahead and end it, I like it to much. It's like a drug. No matter how much I know it may be bad for me, I like it to much to give it up. Well not only do I LIKE it to much to give it up, but I'm addicted to it so much that it's impossible to give it up.

As soon as I was done writing, I made myself look presentable, then I took off out the door. I was more excited then I usually was during the drive to Masen's house. The need to see him was more like an overpowering craving, instead of the usual desire. I had a nervous, terrifying, curious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I don't know why but the feeling made me so uneasy that I went over the speed limit to get to his house. I felt even worse when I pulled into his drive way, but I pulled my expression together in attempt to make sure he didn't see how I felt in my face.

I got out of my car and, walked up to the steps. I hesitated to open the door when I herd a giggling sound coming from the main room. A high pitched giggling sound that was clearly not one of a male let alone a deep voiced male like Masen.

I walked from the front porch steps to the side of the house where the main room window curtain was pulled back just enough to peak inside.

I put my eyes close enough to the glass to get a clear view of the room. A view that I now wish I had kept my fragile eyes from seeing. Their sat Masen on the living room couch his arm

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