Until Then : Book 1 - Until Then Series
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“I think I saw him go upstairs.” Leo told me as he was setting the pool table up.
I made my way up stairs to the living room, scanning the room. He wasn’t there. I walked into the kitchen, topping off my glass. He must have gone upstairs to his room. I walked past a few people coming downstairs. It always baffled me that people think it’s completely normal to walk into people’s rooms at a party. That is exactly why I locked my door. Stefan’s door was shut when I got to the top of the stairs.
When I opened the door, my world stopped. The glass slipped from my hand, crashing onto the floor. Stefan appeared out of his bathroom, “Jess what…” his voice stumbled when he saw me. “Sophia…”
My mind went fuzzy; I couldn’t comprehend what I was looking at. She was in his bed. Our bed. The image of her arms wrapped around him, her fingers in his hair. I didn’t see that, I didn’t even see him until he walked out of the bathroom shirtless. My mind was racing as I ran down the stairs. I needed these made up images out of my mind, but they’re not made up are they? I could hear people laughing in the living room. Stefan was yelling my name; I heard his footsteps behind me.
I ran out the front door, down the steps, onto the sidewalk. Each rushed step felt as if I had anchors for feet. I felt as if I was sinking into a dark hole. I tried to catch my breath, but it was as if I was suffocating. I had to get out of there. My feet carried me down the street, but I didn’t make it far. The snow was coming down heavily. My eyes were flushed with tears. The cold was hitting me hard. It was like a white noise had come over me. I turned my head up toward the sky allowing the snow to fall over me. More tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t want to feel anything.
I heard Stefan yell my name from the front steps. I quickly rushed around the corner out of sight. He called my name over and over again. I leaned against the brick wall, wrapping my arms around myself. Each whimper that came from my mouth was louder than the last. I placed my hand over my mouth, trying to quiet myself. The tears fell over the top of my hand; I broke down in that alley. My bottom lip was trembling. I kept gasping for air, but I couldn’t breathe. I looked around at my surroundings. I was sitting next to a pile of garbage. How did I get here? The tears poured out even harder. I’m not enough. Why am I not enough? The thought of his lips on hers. I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes tight. I wasn’t enough.
To be continued in Book Two:
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