A Kiss For The Night

MeredithTime was running so fast that I could barely wrap my head around it. Only a week ago, I was valedictorian and read out the speech only one student could read every year. The feeling had been bliss, but the moment I stepped down from the podium, I'd fallen into being a regular student with just a little social life. But the past week had changed everything, and tonight would have just the same effect.The same day I made my speech, I also got the admission letter to study at the college of my dreams in Italy, and I'm leaving tomorrow. So little time for so much fun.Mom had been a little too over the top in her excitement about letting me off for college; even I couldn't deny the fact I needed a fresh start."Edith, some alcohol to warm your belly," Jayden offered, handing me a small red cup.I bumped into the cup a little from all the bouncing around to Selena Gomez over the club speakers."Thank you," I murmured, drowning out the last part of my sentence with the cup on my li

MeredithI slowly regained consciousness, feeling the sheets first and then the faint scent of booze. Booze? My brain gets alarmed, and then I remember I was already at the dormitory.I allowed my eyes to stay closed for a few seconds. It’s not like I was in a hurry to go anywhere. School doesn’t resume for three days, and all I had to do during this period was job hunt for a side job that'll occupy most of my evenings after school.Finally, my eyes flew open, and my face turned to the side. I jumped in fright, not expecting anyone to be on Kayla’s bed. When I finally stood up to get a better look at the body, I found Kayla herself lying down looking completely buzzed out, probably a bit hungover, so I was careful not to rouse her.I'd only been here twenty-four hours and all I could say about her was related to alcoholic beverages.I tiptoed into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I grabbed my brush from the small sink and rinsed it, pressing out a little paste on

MeredithI had thought I had left it behind in New Orleans.Images of the woman laying in her own pool of blood and a man with a bloodied knife in his hand assaulted my brain. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. I was breathing heavily, and the lady from yesterday had already left.His blue eyes narrowed down on me, pinning me in an intense gaze.This man was dangerously beautiful; his pointed nose sat on his pink lips, which had been pressed into a thin line. His jaw looked hard and square, his forehead smooth, and his skin olive. His full brows accentuated his beautiful looks; his hair was pulled backwards into a small bun; and his features left me mesmerised. I stood afloat; fear was running through my veins. He pushed himself off the railings elegantly and went to take a seat on one of the chairs, and I’m left to wonder how such a cold-hearted killer could be this attractive."Come sit with me," he said in a soft yet firm voice that made really wild thoughts roam in my head.

MeredithHis name rolled off my tongue in a savoury way. At the same time, it brought shivers down my spine.He was a cold killer, yet he had shown me kindness. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I was surprised that my phone was still with me. I looked at my desk and saw my bag that had me lost when I was kidnapped. The little cash I had and my phone were still intact."How did these get here?" I asked myself, checking over my shoulder, if anyone was here. I was the only one in the room. The ringtone buzzed, snapping me out of my fear. It was Mom.I groaned, realising just how much she might be worried. I quickly answered the phone."Hey Mom!""You ran off to a new country without notice, and now you won't pick up my calls? Sending lame messages that you are fine?""I sent a message." I glared, wondering if it really was my mom speaking to me. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Stupid girl. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It's the beginning of the school season, and everyth

Meredith.The moment they mentioned Nolan, everything came to a halt.I have never known grief like this. It seems that there is always something to whine about. I imagined everything from the very beginning to the end. The tightness in my chest increased, to say the least, even as I sat in this van waiting for her to spill the details.She gave me his picture. I stared at the picture for a while, running my hands through his face. He is the mystery man, Fabian Salvatore. The one that was not really seen was, according to Kayla, He was supposed to be engaged, and yet he was feeling me under his grasp. I wonder if his fiancée was among them too. I would love to know if putting me through all that was worth it. The pain of knowing that I made the most terrible choice to be drunk on the first night of going to a club Everything went wrong from there."I don't see how I can help you." I whispered, still looking at Fabian's picture."We just want to know your experience with him. What exa