Spookychild’s writings

On the one hand, going back to the party was the right thing for Adara. But it seemed wrong she couldn’t remember half of what had happened since she had left the party and she had lost her phone and cards. She didn’t recognize the man or recall him taking them. She didn’t recollect the blow. But Adara knew she had a massive bump on her head. Her family would ask questions she couldn’t answer.   

On the other hand, if she stayed out all night, she’d have to go home eventually. So, staying out all night was the wrong decision. She would be in even bigger trouble if she did. But she could spend additional time with Dean if she didn’t go home. And staying with Dean felt right to her. And if she were lucky, she would remember everything before going home.   

She looked at Dean. He was watching her and kept glancing at his watch. Finally, when he saw she was looking at him, he spoke. “We have to get going if you want to meet your chauffeur. We will be late as it is.” He didn’t want to take her back. She didn’t remember anything. Besides, the police officer and the medic entrusted him with her health and memory. If she remembered or had a symptom, it was up to him to call them or take her to the ER. He couldn’t help her if she were at home. But he couldn’t just ask her to come home with him, too much too soon. Besides, he and his cousin had argued at the party. He had a feeling he might bother him tonight. He’d already texted him ten times, wanting to know where he’d gone and if he’d taken “the rich girl” with him.   

“I don’t want to go,” Adara announced, making her decision.   

Dean blinked in surprise. “Are you sure?”   

“I want to stay with you tonight. You at least know why I have a bump on my head. Didn’t that man say to watch me?” She was making excuses now. She knew it. Adara was trying to justify a few more hours with him any way she could.    

“Okay. Then where do you want to go now?” He hadn’t seen this coming. He wasn’t sure if he should be excited or scared. What did it mean, taking Adara home with him? She was like a porcelain doll. Her skin was so pale. It was like she hadn’t walked in the sunlight. She always stayed inside, like a doll sitting behind the glass on a shelf. Did he trust himself not to break her? He wasn’t sure he did. Dean had already unintentionally put her life in danger. And now she couldn’t remember half of the night.