Shaking my head, I spin around and loop my arms around the back of his neck. “You’ll never ruin me. You add to my amazingness, not hinder it.” His lips part in protest but I talk over him, “But if you really need me to promise then I will. Just know that I’ll never feel that way.”
He seems somewhat satisfied by my answer.
“Now, no more stress.” I grab his hand, push him back, then raise our arms and spin around like a ballerina. “Let’s write beautiful lyrics together.”
He laughs and twirls me around again. My dress spins around my waist, dancing with me, and my hair flows behind me like a flag in the wind.
After a few more twists, we hop on my bed and get situated with some pillows, a notebook, and a pen.
“I’ll write the lyrics with you, but it’s up to you to sing them.” He fluffs a pillow then lies down beside me.
I prop up on my elbow. “For right now, I will. But one day in the future, I will get to hear you sing, Shy Boy.”
“And what if I suck?”
“Then you suck, but at least I’ll have gotten the chance to hear you.”
“All right, just know that you’ve been warned.”
I salute him. “You’ve done your duty, my dear friend. Now, what should we write about?”
He shrugs, rotating on his side and propping up on his elbow. “I don’t know. What do you want to write about?”
We ponder our options while the song plays through and changes to the next.
“I never knew it could be like this,” Ayden finally says, his lips quirking.
I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or mumbling a lyric, but I write it down anyway.
His eyes drift to the ceiling as he ponders the next line. “Kissing the air from her lungs.”
“Her, huh?” I pen what he said down. “Guess I’m a lesbian in this one.”
He chuckles and I grin.
“And the heavens rain stars down on us.” I scribble across the paper.
“Pieces of shimmering gold around us.”
“Pouring warmth all over us.”
“Kiss me until I can no longer breathe.”
“Raveling me up with you until I can hardly think.”
That’s how far we make it before we start making out on my bed. We stick to kissing and getting tangled in the sheets, but we break our lip lock the moment Ayden starts having trouble breathing.
I can tell he’s upset that he has to force us to stop. I talk around the subject and eventually manage to sidetrack his thoughts.
A little past two o’clock, Aunt Lila pokes her head into the room and tells us we should go to sleep. She doesn’t make Ayden leave, but she does open the door all the way.
We start to drift off a while later, lying face to face while Ayden strokes my cheek and stares deeply into my eyes.
That’s the last thing I remember before the screaming starts.
Chapter 12
Lyric
Screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming.
At first, I think I’m dreaming.
But when my eyes shoot open, I realize I’m not.
I search frantically for where the noise is coming from. But the lights are off and nightfall is heavy and thick against my vision. The yelling is coming from somewhere close. Somewhere in my room. But I have no idea where.
I sit up in my bed and fumble around in the dark until I feel my lamp. I tug on the cord, clicking it on. Light flows around my room and I realize Ayden is gone from my bed. The screaming has stopped, though.
I hold my breath, waiting anxiously for someone to run into my room, because someone had to have heard it. But my house is fairly big and the walls are fairly soundproof and sometimes sounds get muffled.
When no one shows up, I stumble out of bed and peek under my bed, then head for my closet, the only other place he could be in my room. When I open the door, Ayden is huddled in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees. He’s rocking back and forth, staring at the wall. His eyes are huge, glossy, dazed, and out of touch with reality.
I cautiously approach him, worried I might spook him if I move too quickly. The closer I get, the more I realize he’s not awake. Sleep walking. Everson used to do it when he first arrived at the Gregory’s. He actually walked over to our house one night and tried to get inside. My mother thought it was an intruder and almost called the police. Thankfully, Aunt Lila found him before that happened. She gently guided him home, telling my mother that, if it ever happened again, to not wake him up; he’d get hysterical if she did.
Deciding I need to find Aunt Lila, I turn around.
“Where are you going?” Ayden mumbles. “You can’t leave here.”
I freeze and peer over my shoulder. He still seems in the same condition, spaced off in dreamland.
“I’m just going to get your mom,” I say quietly, turning to leave again.
“Your mom’s dead,” he utters. “She’s dead, and she left you here to rot with us.”
An eerie chill slithers up my spine, like a bolt of electricity zapped me in the back.
“Ayden, my mom’s fine. She’s just asleep like everyone else.”
“There’s no sleeping in this house.” His eyes are fastened on the spot of carpet in front of his feet. “We don’t sleep, not until the ritual.”
A massive lump wedges in my throat. Absolutely terrified and with no clue what to do, I leave him there and race down the hallway to my parents’ room, hoping he doesn’t go anywhere. I give my mother a shake to wake her up then tell her what’s happening. She immediately stumbles out of bed and runs into the guest room to wake up Aunt Lila.