We will be staying at a hotel in Manchester tonight, celebrating Cliff’s promotion. Call if you need anything. Love you.
The update gave me one less thing to worry about. Sully could at least stay tonight without the anxiety of keeping him hidden.
“My parents are staying in Manchester for the night, so we can relax a little.” I didn’t think he was half as worried about it as me anyway.
He smiled softly. “Would you mind showing me to my room, so that I know where you intend for me to stay tonight?”
“Follow me.”
I led him up the creaky wooden stairs where the extra bedroom and mine were located. “Wow it’s so...yellow.” He laughed at the brightly decorated room my mom had prepared for when my sister Gwen came to visit.
It looked like the sun had puked all over it. The walls were painted a buttery yellow with white shadow box moulding running vertically up the walls and the queen-sized bed had a darker shade of yellow comforter with large navy-blue flower type designs on it, and a couple navy blue throw pillows.
A puffy matching valance hung above the yellow drapes that were fastened with navy blue curtain ties on the single window that was in here. It reminded me of something you would see in an old country bed and breakfast. A vase of fake sunflowers sat on the dresser, finishing off the yellow overload.
“Decorating has never been one of my mom’s strong points.”
He laughed, putting down his bag on the bed that he had brought with him. “It’s okay. I’m only here temporarily.” His statement caused me to wonder if he was planning on staying for more than just tonight.
***
The weekend left as quickly as it came. Sully ended up staying with me Sunday as well because my parents appeared to have a whole other life in Manchester since we moved here, keeping them away more and more. It was alright with me since Dalton was now dead; so, as far as I knew there wasn’t a hit on my head anymore.
Friday night’s tragedies still felt so surreal, like my body was floating through a continuous daydream. So much that I questioned whether or not I was just waiting to wake up and realize that everything was back to normal; that I would actually get my happy ending with Davin. But as soon as I crossed paths with Sully in my house, I knew my fairytale wasn’t coming true.
Don’t get me wrong, Sully had proven to me that he was an amazing being and deserved every bit of his second chance at life. He never left my side that night and had risked his life that had survived many past centuries to save mine; so, there was no other choice but to save his.
I would always resent Davin for leaving me when he knew the show down with Dalton Edwards was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, but no matter how much he let me down I still loved him more than anything I had ever loved in my life. I wished I could get him out of my mind. I wished I could hate him for what he had forced our love to become. Dwelling on his touch that gave me goosebumps, his kiss that sent electricity shooting through every sense in my body, and the way just a simple flash of his beautiful smile could drop me to my knees; it wasn’t making the heartache or forgetting him any easier.
It was Monday morning when I groggily woke from the steady beep of my alarm clock. Slamming down the snooze button, I covered my head with my pillow, not wanting to crawl out of the warmth of my bed. Waking up also meant I would have to face my friends that I ran out on that night at school, and worse, face Davin who I hadn’t heard a single word from. I didn’t know if I was ready for it, but nine minutes later when the alarm went off again, Sully was in there already up and ready to go, shaking me awake.
“Rise and shine, sweetie. Time to begin the first day of dishonesties. Life is a stage, time to show them your acting skills.”
I threw the pillow at him, letting out a moan of disapproval. He laughed, tossing it back at me nailing, me right in the forehead.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” I flipped the covers off, making my way into the bathroom to shower.
Thirty minutes later I was dressed in black pencil jeans, a Barbie pink loose fitting sweater that hung off of one shoulder, combat boots, and a black slouchy beanie, leaving my beachy type waves hanging out from underneath it. A quick swipe of mascara, baby pink blush, clear lip-gloss, and I was ready too.
Sully already had the Mustang and Expedition warming up outside, and hot tea poured in a metal travel mug for both of us when I came down the stairs. This guy was Johnny-on-it, and I was quite impressed. He was sitting comfortably on a barstool at the counter, sipping on his tea.
“I must say maybe you aren’t so bad to have around, Sully.” I smiled at him, grabbing my cup off the counter.
My hands were getting clammy the closer I got to Hanover High; so, that by the time I parked the Expedition they were full on slipping all over my steering wheel.
My heart sank seeing Davin’s smoke gray Range Rover already parked in its usual spot with my spot open next to it as always, but I decided this was the first routine we needed to break; so, I parked a few rows away to keep my distance. Sully parked his Mustang next to mine, waiting patiently to walk with me inside. Even just a minute change such as this felt so
