Torn Between
By Masque de Naïf Beaute
Chapter nine: Like crazy

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about the awful grammar last chapter; I didn't do a spell check! I'm a horrible editor, sorry.

The rain pattered against the window sill as Alessa curled her legs up to her chest; her arms hugged them close as her eyes fluttered close. She laid her head against the cool window.
When she opened her eyes, an eccentric lightning flash lit up the entire sky. Alessa's eyes went wide as she almost fell back from the window. Thunder boomed making the house shake with energy. Biting her lip, Alessa closed her eyes and sharply covered her ears.

She hated lighting and thunder. Don't get her wrong, she loved the rain. She could handle the rain, but thunder and lightning? No way.

Scampering over to her wardrobe, she ripped open the doors and abruptly closed them. Covering her ears once more, she started thinking about something else. Thinking of a place other than the one she was in. Anything was better than being here right now, she though as silence enveloped her.

She started thinking about everything around her, everyone.
Since the silence was killing her.

It had been almost three months since the whole ordeal with the thirteen ghosts, with her mom's entity, and her dead Uncle (that squandered the family fortune, remember?)... since Royce.

Kathy had moved on from the whole thing, of course she still lived with them... but she wasn't the same. She became more serious, she became more... more like Ben Moss had been. She had found a boyfriend, his name was Dennis Koth. He was so fun, so playful; almost the exact opposite of her current sister. In many ways she knew it was because she was off at college, getting her literature degree.

Bobby had found a new hobby, much to Kathy's liking, but Alessa's dislike. He had found airplans, model airplanes that costed a fortune. Now, it wasn't a problem because of the fortune that they had gotten threw the inncident of the ghosts. Since the ordeal, even the word "death" made Bobby squirm in his seat.
He liked airplanes so much, he was even thinking about going to the air force academy.

Arthur... Dad. He had bought a new house, in a new state, in a new town. A new everything. He had a steady job that made me gone till midnight and leave as early as four o'clock. Alessa seemed to the only one to be bothered by this. He hadn't changed in his merry ways, but something was eating him from the inside. Alessa could just tell by looking at him, but whenever she asked him about it... he shut down.

As for herself?

She was utterly alone. She asked her father for a home tutor, which he happily hired one. He was an aspiring home school teacher; his name? Ryan Easton. She really didn't like him; he was fresh out of college and looked to much like a younger version of her father. She didn't make a big deal out of it though, she didn't bother; who'd listen to her?
She found herself watching the weather channel for hours, or listening to music till late hours; she was just alone.

Other than Ryan, she had made one friend (she didn't really think of Ryan as a friend, but he's better than nothing, right?) his name was Kevin Potts. She didn't see him much since he just started public school not too long ago.

Thunder cracked again, shaking even the wardrobe. Tears rolled down her face as she sweat seemed the drown her face. Silently she sobbed.

She hated thunder and lightning; hated it.

After sitting in the in closed space for, what seemed like, hours. She opened the wardrobe, the doors swinging back into the wall. She didn't bother to look around, no one was home. She stepped out of the wooden place, her feet down on the hardwood flooring.
She twirled a piece of her coppy locks on her finger as the tears still rolled down her cheeks, the sweat made her bangs stick to her forehead. The rain slightly pattered on the window, the sky was still grey. Sliding the rest of her body out of the small space, she started to walk over towards her canopy bed (which her father insisted on buying for her,) and sat down.

She felt like something was watching her. Averting her eyes over to the door she noticed that it was wide open. No one stood at the doorway.
Silently walking over to the frame, she peered down the hallways. Nothing moved, no sounds echoed. Everything was still.

Shaking her head, she re tracked her body when it made contact with something hard; she felt dew make contact with her skin, making the sweat freeze in it's place. The old smell of musk and dirt filled her nostrils.
She knew that smell, that feel anywhere.

Turning around, her eyes softened as a quiet sob arose in her throat.

"R-Royce?" her voice spluttered out. She tried to cover it, to the best of her abilities anyways. The same, smug smirk pulled on his lips.
To her shock, and surprise, he dropped his bat. Almost in slow motion he gathered her up in his arms, in one foul swoop. The dew prickled on her skin and made her shiver; she loved this feeling.

"Miss me?" Alessa asked, trying to cover up the sob that had arisen from her throat. Sounding it self in the quiet room.

"You're a hard person to find; not only did you move house, you moved states-" he was put off by Alessa, squeezing tighter on him and nuzzling into his chest. Giving some sort of self pleasure as he responded to her question, "like crazy."

A/N: So this is the final chapter, the sequel shall be posted up in the near future (meaning tomorrow or perhaps in the next week) it will be called: Never Alone. Get it? :D
It was fun writing this, but it will be even funner getting to write my own plot! Hope to see you in the sequel!