SUMMER.It was in the dead of the night when i left, I had sneaked out of the front door on my tiptoes, throwing my head over my shoulders as I climbed my way up the roads. The moon was bright in the skies and the winds filled the trees. When it breezed against my cheeks, my tears suddenly dried.I wrapped my arms around my chest, feeling a little chilly. But I couldn't go back into that cabin—not when I was fuming with rage for both my father and Taylor. All he had done since we got to Oregon was lie and lie straight to my face. I came out here for some fresh air after speaking to my mother but only when I walked through the doors did the desire to just completely disappear hit me. My eyes brimmed with tears as I picked up my pace.I wanted to leave this place."I just want to leave mum," I had called my mother earlier. "I'm so sorry, Summer" There was a crack in my voice. "He didn't tell me the truth, first that he proposed and now he's going to leave New York completely and move i

SUMMER."You're...you're bleeding" I whispered and the winds carried my voice. I halted by the edge of hilly rocks for a second, dashing his palms across his forehead and wiping off a smudge of blood. "Look, you can tell me what happened..." I urged, moving closer to where he was but Vincent shot me a glare cold as ice."You haven't still said what you're doing here. Look out here, it can be dangerous in Oregon. You have to be careful" It seemed as though that was Vincent's greatest worry so I thought it best never to tell him that I had hopped into a stranger's car down here.Thinking about it and the risks slightly stomped my heart.I exhaled, cowering my face to the earth. "I didn't have anywhere else to go" There was a crack in my voice and a hysterical chuckle from Vincent."What?" He asked.And then our eyes met, it was like he could already tell there was some argument, it wasn't exactly rocket science because it's all we've done since arriving here. It was supposed to be a bli

SUMMER."Come here, Summer."My heart lumped in the back of my throat as I inched closer to Vincent. When I was close enough, a smirk curled his lips upwards and I was overcome with shyness. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks when his hands grazed softly against them. He'd changed in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Honestly, he was the only one I thought could still rock jeans in this day and age. Vincent wasn't exactly flashy, in fact the way he dressed and the way he talked was a constant reminder that he was still decades older than me.But you see, that smile. When he smiled and my knees would grow weak, it would just feel like we're the only ones in the entire world. That he's only just staring at me. It makes me forget about everything, like a charm he knew was working. His fingers crept up my face before smothering through my hair and I cowered my head against him."Oh Summer" His voice towered over me before settling in the depths of my stomach and each part of my body

SUMMER.There wasn’t anybody else I’d rather lose my virginity to than Vincent. But you see if you had asked me that any other time before this summer, I probably would’ve had no idea that it would happen anyway. That things would play out the way it did.But somehow here we were, with a condom in his hands and desire filled eyes piercing into mine. I was hot, and maybe a little nervous but I knew how I felt about him. I maybe might have even fallen in love with my father’s best friend. That was all I could think about.The endless possibilities that we might be right for each other. And it may sound delusional but when I looked at him, I could swear he was all I wanted. This was all I ever wanted.“Yes” I whispered, biting into my lips and he nodded with a smile on his. Vincent climbed out of his pants but he was never so far away from my face. “I’ll be gentle with you, sunshine” He kissed my forehead and I nodded. With his ever embracing arm, I felt the safest with him. “Are you o

SUMMER.I glided my shoulders to the sound of the thudding beat. By now, I was already slightly wasted but I could tell my left from my right. I don’t think I’d ever drank the way that I did that night. But luckily, Vincent was here. At least not here, but a safe distance away. He’d excused himself to take a call, the fourth time that night and the last time he left, I was able to catch a glimpse of Sarah’s name across his phone screen. But I guess she was just sort of like a business partner.I neared the bar of the concert, directing the bartender to pour me another drink which I downed through my throat. I exclaimed from my lips before slowly moving my shoulders to the music. The lights were flashing and the atmosphere was filled with a blend of booze and make outs.“Let it happen!” I yelled to the lyrical chorus of the famous Tame Impala song when suddenly I heard a voice draw close to where I sat. It wasn’t Vincent, I knew before I even turned around. “I like them” A man settle