KIM NOVEL

When I met him, he wanted to give me the world. His eyes lit up like a light House in a dark sea with shimmering twinkles like the stars and scorching gazes that burned like the sun. I danced to his melody as his voice lured me to his ethereal realm. I guess what happened next was my fault. I couldn’t get rid of the tingles that spiraled down my spine and that led me to believe it was all perfect like in romance novels. I let him in and it came back to kill me. The tingles were cold chills, a message from my subconscious mind to be careful but I mistook it for the highest form of affection; love. What I saw happening on that last day made me unplug from the world.
No one knew what happened to me when I popped back home out of the blue. They tried to connect the dots but there best couldn’t come close to my reality. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I just wanted to forget every detail before it came back to haunt me like I knew it was. My family was left helpless when I turned against the moral values I held up all my life just to go out and stumble back in a mess. My younger sister Brianna would stay late just to open the door when I got home with no arguments or questions. She was the most perceptive person at home and I guess she understood that I would talk when I was ready. Her eyes sometimes would glow with the level of understanding that made me consider the possibility of her knowing; it pissed me off.
I stumbled into the dark house ready to tap out of this day. Passing by the kitchen I saw the taped note left by my mum informing me they left for the weekend trip everyone took but I turned down. Relief  filled me as I flopped into bed kissing the world goodnight.
The most ungodly of sounds roused me up from my slumber making me curse the creature behind the door in 5 languages. Ignoring didn’t work since banging went on.

“Go away,” I screamed 
“Not happening Lizzy,” the voice bellowed. 
Of all the people who would have been sent to check on me my sister choose the Kim, 19 yr old geek neighbor. He was always hanging out at our place since his parents travelled a lot.
“Use your fucking key you idiot,”
“I lost it,”
“use the hidden one. Why are you even knocking,”
“Its good manners. I’m hungry Liz,”
Of course the kid couldn’t cook and decided to wake me up to cook for him. I dragged my grumbling self to the bathroom for a quick shower. I threaded my fingers through my platinum blonde hair, one of the things I changed when I got home. The bob cut made my deep blue eyes bigger and brighter to create an illusion of the spark I lost. 
Being a weekend and I was going back to bed after feeding Kim, I decided on a big t-shirt and lace panties for comfort. The sound of gunshots hit me as I went down indicating the kid was going to ruin my entire day. As I set myself to the task I saw him walking into the kitchen and leaning on the wall watching me work.

I turned to him seeing the curly dark hair, glasses and weekend sweats. He was 6’3 and lean, taller than Him. I shook those thoughts out of my head until we sat on the table to eat.
“what happened Lizzy?” he asked looking at his plate
“None of your business. I’m going to sleep,” I mumbled storming away
In my room sleep evaded my tired eyes and I could feel the darkness clouding my vision as the memories threatened to spill. I had to stop them.
Kim was deep into the game so me straddling his lap left him in shock. He was a little past jailbait which I didn’t mind as I held the back of his head pushing our lips together. He was stiff against me, unsure. I bit his lower lip bringing him back to the moment. He gave as good as he got as our tongues meet in undivided attention spreading warmth through my body until it when he pushed me back, his eyes wide with guilt and confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“I am forgetting,”
“ forgetting what?”
“I cant tell you.”
“I cant do this”
The unexpected sting that bit at my heart shook me off my balance and I walked out of the room. The vacuum in my head made me unaware of the movement behind me and I found my back hitting a wall with warm lips covering mine.
I read somewhere once that sin is the tastiest of actions that leave you craving more and that’s what I wanted. I didn’t care for our 6 years age difference as I pulled him to my room.