Kiss me if you Dare - Anna S. (best books to read for success .TXT) 📗

Saturday wasn’t the right time. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I just wanted to see you.” He says behind me. I stopped and looked back.  My eyebrow came up in confusion.  

            “The right time?” I chuckle as I continued to walk towards the parking lot. It was clearly that he wanted to erase any tension we had between us. There was something about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but the thought of him regretting kissing me was a whole other level.  

            “Wait! Elsa!” Seth yelled from behind as he cursed under his breath. When I was walking on the sidewalk, I felt tears roll up my eyes. I hate crying, because crying showed my weak point and defiantly I had no intentions on showing my weak point to anyone. It’s only been four weeks since I’ve known this kid and he had already seen my weak point. This is stupid.

            “Elsa!?! Com’on, I didn’t intend to mean what I said.” He says as he slows down his motorcycle to ride beside me.

            “Haven’t you heard what I said?” I turned to him still walking. “I don’t care.”

            “Let me take you home.”

            “I can walk.”

            “Please.” He says holding out his helmet. I stop and look at him. He looks at me with apologetic eyes knowing I’m too hard to break through. I picked up the helmet he had on the side of his bike and pulled it over my head as I slide my body behind him putting my arms around his abs. He drives off faster then I’d imagine.

            On the way home was a small torture while my hands wrapped around his waist and him looking back at me with every red light. When I got home, I walked inside the house and slam the door behind me. I stood in front of the door as I breathed out. Catherin walked out of her room and towards the stairs looking down at from the top.

            “Hey hon. who brought you home?” She half smiled.

            “I walked.” I lied. Intently, I walked up the stairs and took a look at her as she looked at me. She looked worse then she was before. Her cold got worse. I placed my hand over her forehead feeling the heat.  

            “Catherin! You’re burning up.” I say surprised. She looked so pale. I placed my hand under her arm as she rested her body against mine. “Come, I’ll take you to the hospital.” I say helping her to her room.

I grabbed her pair of slippers that was resting by the side of the door. She can barely walk down the stairs while I helped carry to her car on the driveway. I helped her to the passengers’ seat and rushed over to the driver’s side turning on the car.

            By the time I arrived at the hospital, Catherin was asleep. Once we arrived at the emergency area, I called out to a nurse to help me place her onto a wheel chair. I rolled her in the hospital as quickly as I can.

            “Emergency. A patient is unconscious. Help!” I yell as I enter the hospital. The nurses come in and take her to the emergency room. Shortly after that they asked me questions, I didn’t know the answers too. As the looked down at the paper in front of me, not understanding any of the questions being asked. After I finished answering the question to the best of my knowledge, I walked over to the nurses’ station handing them the paperwork. She guided me to the waiting room so I could wait until I heard any news about Catherin.

            About an hour and half passed when doctor walked in. He looked down at a clip board in front of him and then back up at the everyone sitting down. As soon as I noticed him, I sat upright, hoping he would call out my sisters’ name.  
            “For Catherin Evelyne McCoy?” He looks around the room when I quickly got up from my seat and rushed over to his side.

      I may have been giving Catherin a hard time as I tried my best not too. As annoying as she may have been when she tried to parent me on things mom and dad would say if they were here, she was still my sister and I loved her no matter what. She shared my blood and I would do anything in my power to protect her from anything or any harm in the world. The doctor stares down at me and then back at his clip board.

“You’re her sister Elsa McCoy?” He asks.
I nod as he writes something down.

 “Your sister has a disease, called diabetes. Although she has type one which is treatable. By having her blood levels under control, she can manage this.” He says with a British accent. He shows me a picture of a diabetes glucose monitor that he was going to prescribe her and said she will have a follow up appointment with a nurse to show her how to use it.

            “This is a diabetes test tool called freestyle. She needs to use this at least three times a day to make sure her blood is under control. I’m giving her one when she comes out. But you can go home; she’ll need to spend the night here. Tomorrow morning she’ll be out ready to go home.” He says pulling the clipboard to his chest and smiles.

            “Can I see her?” I asked. The truth is I don’t want to go home and lay in bed worrying of how she’s doing all along on a hospital this bed.

            “She’s asleep. But sure, go head.” He points towards a direction leading me to her room.

            When we reach her room, he leaves me alone with my sister. Catherin is sleeping in the hospital bed, peaceful. When she was young, she moved out of the house to stay here and go to college here while me, mom and dad moved to Chicago. Ever since I’ve never seen Catherine like herself, like a peaceful person without stress from work or any worries of me doing stupid things.

            I walked towards her as she rested on the bed and touched her hand sitting next to her. I held her hand in mine and then looked up at her. A small tear ran cold against my burning red cheeks. I looked at her and then she squeezes my hand softly. She reminded me a piece of mom with her blue eyes and freckles and a piece of dad with her brown soft wavy hair. I, on the other hand looked exactly like my dad, green eyes with dirty brown hair, straight and soft.

            “I love you sis.” I whisper.

            “Thanks, Elsa.” Catherin whispers. I looked up from her hands seeing as she looks over at me and smiles. “For everything.” She continues.

            “You’re the only family I got left. I can’t afford to loose you, Catherin.” I squeeze her hand lightly as I talk.

            “I was afraid I’d lost my little sister on that car accident. But you proved me wrong. You’re still the Elsa I knew, the caring one, and the loving one. I love you sis, no matter how obnoxious you can be.” She laughs softly it was almost a whisper laugh.

            “Same old Catherin.” I smirk. “Now go to bed. I’ll be here at eight tomorrow to pick you up.”

            She nods as I got up, pulled the covers over her shoulder and kissed her forehead. She looked at me and smiled sweetly.

            “Love you” She says.

            “Love you too.” I waved and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. The hospital hall felt really empty with rarely any nurses on the halls. It was chilly when I came outside and as the wind blew against my shoulder. I opened the car door and drove home. It was ten at night on a Friday night.

 When I got home, I sat on my bed and read a book called ‘les Mislabels’ for French. It wasn’t a bad book it was actually interesting. Past 11:30 pm I heard a noise downstairs from my kitchen. I get up quickly from my bed and reached for my bat that stood underneath it. Slowly I make my way down the stairs and make my way around to the kitchen. There stood a dark figure coming through the window. He had his hood up. I turn on the light and pulled my bat up high.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{Chapter 4}

 

           

 

 Just as I am about to slam my bad onto the stranger that stood in front of me. I noticed it was Seth at stood in front of me. He pulls his hands up in the air in surrender looking back down at me.

“It’s me!” He says loudly.  

I gasp pulling my bat down. What is he doing here so late? He scared the crap out of me.

            “What the hell are you doing here?” I breathe out.  

            “I just wanted to check in on you.” He says nervously. “I heard what happened to your sister.”

            “You didn’t have to sneak in through the window. That’s just plain creepy.” I point towards my window.

            He chuckles under his breath. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

            He comes closer and touches my hand as I looked up into his dark brown eyes. He pulls me closer wrapping his arms around me and embracing me in a hug. I slowly released the bat in my hand, wrapping my arms around his body. I really don’t know what I’m doing but I need a comfort. Someone to be here with me when I don’t have anyone else. Everyone else left me. Everyone that I care about so deeply. He rubs my hair and I felt his warm breath on my head as he breathed.

 “You didn’t answer me.” He jokes. I looked up showing him it’s no time to joke around at this time of the night.

            “Does it look like I’m okay?” I say looking up at him. We walked to my room and sat down on my bed. He told me everything, how he heard about it and that he was sorry he sneaked inside my house through the kitchen window. He didn’t touch on what happened yesterday and I was glad he didn’t. Although I ended up sleeping on him after I laid down with my feet on his lap. I didn’t talk, just listened to him telling me stories of when he was little.

 

 

            Too bright. I blink through the brightness looking around my room. I pulled myself off the bed removing the covers away from me. I looked at my clock it was 7:35 am, in twenty-five minutes Catherin is being released. I looked around and found Seth sleeping on the floor with a small blanket I always use whenever I’m watching a movie. His legs were stretched out on the floor with the blanket covering half of it and majority of his stomach. I walked to the bathroom washed my face and changed. By the time I came back, it was 7:45 and Seth was still in the same position. I laughed silently underneath my breath and walked over nudging him with my foot.

            “Hey.” I say still nudging him. “Wake up.” He moves a little to the side and then stretches opening eyes.  I can tell he’s being lazy.  When he caught guard of me, he got into a sitting position rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

            “Don’t you think your parents are going to be a little worried you didn’t sleep home last night?” I ask.

            “My dad? He doesn’t mind. He barely knows I’m there.” He points out rubbing his eyes. I looked at him and walked towards a cabinet and pick up my phone. It’s ten minutes to 8 and I need to be