You're Trouble Novels & Stories

It's felt unsettled, like something had shifted slightly out of place. I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. What exactly was that? A girl who insults me without fear, lies without thinking, and then looks at a random cufflink like it holds a piece of her past. I let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, but not quite. “Trouble,” I muttered under my breath. And the strange part was… I was not sure if I meant her. Or myself.

Kyrah shoots up from the bed, placing her mug on the night stand. "Jesus! Are you okay? You look stressed, let me clean this up for you," My whole body went numb when she asked me that question. I may pretend that I don't know the answer, but I do and I need to let it out somehow. After a couple of minutes, Kyrah is done cleaning up the mess I just made and I feel sorry for her. Like Tyler said, I am trouble. "Everywhere I go, trouble follows me, something tragic happens to me almost everyday. Look at what happened to my fucking mug, Kyrah," I point at the floor with a shaky finger, even though it's now cleaned up.

I hugged the pillow close, letting the cool night air soothe my restless mind. With that small hope, I let sleep claim me, though my dreams were filled with fragments of questions that had yet to be answered. I woke up to the sound of loud, vintage music playing early in the morning. Curious and slightly annoyed, I made my way downstairs. In the living room, I saw Uncle Rafael, eyes closed, swaying gently as if savoring the music flowing from the old speakers. The song was unmistakable—“Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers.

God, what is happening to me? Am I going into hysteria? “Sorry to disturb you, I will sleep on the couch tonight,” I said and started to move out of the bed. I don’t want to be a bother to him anymore. He has handled my breakdowns enough times. “I will be disturbed if you won’t sleep near me. So get back, my sleep is precious…” I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled me back. Isn’t he getting too bossy? But I didn’t fight his bossiness and quietly lay on my side of the bed.

i narrated sadly looking into my milk. There was a thick, uncomfortable silence for a long time. “But Skyla why not take Jason to court and collect what belongs to you.?” He asked softly. I shook my head “Paul.! I expected you to do better. You're his friend for Christ sake. Why'll you want such troubles for him.?” I asked, annoyance raising in my voice. He didn't reply but just sighed deeply. And then long silence again. A howl of wind suddenly blew from the window and i shivered. “Its cold” i murmured softly running my palm over my exposed hands.

I nod, grab my gear, and we return to the hut to secure our supplies for tomorrow. # We get back to Sanctuary and tie the boat off, then I head into the changing rooms and have a quick shower. God, I’m so tired. I could fall asleep in here. I sigh and get out, dry off, get dressed, and head out into the staffroom to find everyone talking. “Hey, Trouble, did you want to come to my place for dinner?” Uku asks. “Thanks for the invite, but I’d probably fall asleep at the table.” He laughs. “How about a ride home, and I’ll grab us a pizza?” He offers.

“That big heart of yours seems to get you in trouble.” “Because my so-called ‘big heart’ is full for you, jackass.”

If Connor McLeod is trouble, then yeah. I’m probably already screwed.

If I don’t, I’ll be in a whole world of trouble. XXX

“And if you’re lying… that means we’re in very, very big trouble.” Yeah. I felt it too. Fuck. We were in massive trouble. All because of one fragile, freezing city girl.