Ch. 8

Kiran's P.O.V.

"Please come see me again." My voice sounded desperate and I hated it.

Why am I so desperate to see her? She doesn't even seem that interested in me. She's so laid back and cold. It's hard to get a read on her, maybe that's the way she likes it.

I sat in my car alone now, just staring at the passenger seat she had just been in. Her lilac eyes could hold me captive forever. The feeling I got when I touched her couldn't be explained. It consumed me and wrapped around my heart.

Zerena.

At least I have her name now. I headed back up to my apartment. Mom had passed out on the floor, but I didn't have time to move her earlier. I just checked that she was still alive and went back to Zerena.

I bent down and picked mom up off the floor. I carried her to the couch, covering her with the blanket. I began to pick up the empty cans of beers and cigarette buds that littered the floor. I won't touch her needles. She can clean that shit up herself.

I went to my room and pulled o