If I Lay Here Novels & Stories

I’m tоо ѕсаrеd tо look bеhіnd me, but become vаguеlу aware thе оnlу hеаvу brеаthіng I саn hеаr nоw іѕ my оwn. I’m away. I’m ѕаfе, аnd mу lеgѕ соllарѕе. Hе саtсhеѕ mе and еаѕеѕ mе down onto thе wrought іrоn park bench thаt’ѕ bolted down іntо thе pavement іn front оf thе hotel.

Thank goodness. Her feet barely made a sound as she landed on the threadbare carpet. Kylee fell into her bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. The conversation with Price replayed in her mind. She pictured the cock of his head, the quizzical expression in his eyes when he spoke to her. Her lips pressed into a smile.

And when she thought that she was far from Gia’s place a while back, she stopped while catching her breath. And when she checked, she was actually near the sliding door going to the garden. She put her one hand on chest specifically where the heart is while still catching her breath. “Oh! God! That was so tiring.” She said, talking to herself. “And why are you running?” Asked that voice behind her. Whoever owned that voice might have come from the garden. “Because Gia told me that Syke was there.” She replied, still catching her breath. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

Ivy It’s so hot! I can’t take it anymore! “Shit!” I hear Lia’s voice as I writhe in agony on the floor. It’s the only spot that’s cool enough for me to lie on. “Ivy? Ivy, it’s me. Jesus Christ, what is this shit…” She mutters angrily, clearly taken aback by the intensity of the heat.

Come here and hold me. Make me feel better. Promise me I am good enough. Tell me you can love, even the worst of me. Specially the worst of me. -Unknown. |I R I S| My head hurts. And, it feels like someone is poking needles inside my skull. My eyes fluttered open and I found myself laid comfortably on my very own bed. But I do not remember returning home yesterday. I sat down on the bed and tried to remember of what happened last night when all the memories came back flooding in my mind.

--- Maya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. No anxiety. No waiting. Just quiet. Just her. Just enough.

It’s almost a cry. “I’m here. I’m not hurt. I need you to listen. Can you do that for me? Can you listen? This story is deeper than you know.

He places his phone on the table beside the food tray before he moves back towards me. “Where do you want me?” he asks calmly. “I need you to lay down on the bed,” I say to him quietly. My stomach is rolling with anxiety. I have no idea what I am about to encounter. I am trying to build up my own power to help start this process. I can only hope if I am successful, he will leave me alone. I can only hope.

The girl I was just thinking about, fantasizing about was right in front of me, lying on my bed. "Gracie, " My voice barely a decibel above from a whisper. dadady

Please touch me... Nova I open my eyes slowly and immediately squint when I'm met with the harsh reflection of morning sunlight from my window. Too lazy to stand up and still slightly drunk, with a raging hangover to be able to decipher my current location. I'm laying on my side in a bed, I'm very sure it's not mine. I drop my hand from my body trying to feel around for anything like my phone or anyone perhaps but nothing. I close my eyes and stretch drawing the sheets up to my face unknowingly and that's when I see it.