Fears, Kaitlyn Garlets [black books to read txt] 📗

Somewhere outside Austin, Texas

Mia slept less and less these days. She knew that some day she would become famous around the world, but she just didn't know it would be so soon.
Her dream was to become a world famous chef, but she wasn't going to be famous for that.
She sighed and looked outside her window, the moon close enough to be able to touch. It was a cloudless night and all the stars shown bright enough to where you wouldn't need a candle or a light to be able to see outside. She turned away from the window so she wouldn't have to see the sky. She hated the sky. It reminded her of how she always questioned things like if God was real or if there was a Devil or a Heaven or Hell. She wasn't even sure if Humans existed.
She sighed deeply again and gave up on sleeping. She wasn't getting any more than she had the last night.
She yanked her covers off of her warm body and slipped over to her window, where she climbed out of it into the night, still in her PJ's.
She jumped down her ivy plant in the front yard that intertwined with the brick wall of her house and landed on the damp ground with a THUD! of both of her feet.
She looked around for her boyfriend, who she wouldn't be able to see anymore because she was moving to a stupid small town that isn't even on a single map.
She spotted him, standing against a light post across the street and she jogged over to him, hugging him from the back.
"Hey," He said, kissing her on the lips. It hurt her to kiss him when she wouldn't be able to kiss him anymore.
"Hi. How long have you been standing here?" Mia asks him, returning his kiss.
"Not long. I would wait for years if I had to for you," he said, smiling down at her.
She giggled. He was so good to her, and it wasn't fair that she had to move to a dumb dusty town far away from him. The only way that they would keep in contact is by email or calling over the phone since she didn't have a cell phone with texting.
"Really?" Mia asks, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "I wish I could stay here with you forever!" She kisses him again.
He pulls away. "Hey, look. I need to tell you something. I don't think that I could do this whole long-distance thing or whatever. We can still call each other, but I don't think we would be able to actually see each other, and I want to be able to see you. I don't want you to leave me, so run away with me."
She gapes at him. She never thought a guy her age would tell her something like that. She was about to say yes, when she got this gut feeling that she shouldn't. She told him yes anyways.
"You will?" he asks, picking her up and swinging her around once and then he kissed her hard on the lips.
She nods. "I will. We could get married or something!"
He stops kissing her and frowns. "Well, we are still pretty young, so I don't know about that."
She frowns, but understands him. "I was just kidding, you know." She wasn't so sure she was kidding, but it was better not to bring that topic up again with him unless he starts it.
He smiles at her. "Good. We are so too young to do that. But on the other hand..." he raises his eyebrows up and down three or four times and grabs her butt, squeezing it. She giggles.
"Not going to happen, and you know it!" Mia giggles. She took his hand off her right butt cheek and kissed him, but it did no good to take it off.
He laughs with her. "So, I was thinking, we should meet at some place where my dad and brother won't think to look. I was thinking that we should meet at the public library."
He looks at her, then bursts out laughing. "You want to meet at a library and run away from there?"
She nods. It was the perfect plan: once her brother and dad were in the moving truck, she would say she forgot her bags and run inside on last time to get them and run out the back door, leaving a note once her dad comes in to look for her to see what was taking her so long with her bags. He would find the note, saying that she was going away and no one could stop her no matter what he did to try and stop it. She would run to the library and meet up with her boyfriend and then they would go from there.
And you know what? She had just thought of that plan a few seconds earlier!
"Yeah, we go there and our family members don't think to look there because that would be the last place anyone would find us there! You know how I hate books and the quiet. Its perfect!" Mia said, laughing.
"I don't think so," said a voice that sent a chill up both her spine and her boyfriends.
Mia turns around to see a man with short-cut jet-black hair that obviously had gel in it with a black leather jacket on him with tight black leather pants. He reminded Mia of Danny off of Grease.
"Who are you?" Mia asked, frowning. She knew everyone in this town, and he wasn't someone she knew, so he had to be either a newbie, or a passer.
"I have a lot of different names. But for you, Mia, you can call me Lucas. I see that your boyfriend Jake just pissed his pants at the sight of me, but not you, Mia. Your not scared of me, are you?" Lucas said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Mia's boyfriend ran. "Jake! Where are you going? Are we still running away together?"
Mia heard him yell back to her, "Like Hell I am!"
Mia's heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest. He really didn't care about her. He probably only wanted to get into her pants and then dump her off on the street.
"You are right again, Mia. He was going to fuck you and then get rid of you. Do you want that to happen to you, Mia?" Lucas asked.
Mia's blood started boiling in her veins. She wasn't hurt like she thought she was, but mad now. She had to get back at him before she left town.
She looked at the strange man in all black. "How did you know I was thinking that?"
He smirks. "I know everything. Nothing is a secret when I am around. And I know you really don't believe in anything but what is living. So, let me ask you something, Mia. Do you believe in Hell?"
Mia's lips curled into a smile for not reason at all. Lucas was the bad boy she was looking for, and she could use him to get revenge on Jake. He had to pay for deceiving her. He had to.
Lucas smiled. "That's my girl. Come, your cold, and I do not like cold girls in my home town. Go inside your house and I will meet you at your new house tomorrow. Do not tell anyone about me, Mia, okay?"
Mia nods, jogging to her front door. She didn't even care if her dad woke up to find her from outside. She was steaming mad.

The next day, at her new home

Mia sat her luggage down, choking as she breathed in the dusty air. She could tell that no one had been in the house since the Dark Ages, way back then probably, and she already told herself that she didn't like it. The house was an old one that looked like all the carvings in the furniture was made by famous people like Leonardo Da Vinci or whoever carves in wood.
She raced up the new stairs that were so old they squeaked with each step she took. Once she was at the top, she looked around for a room to have for herself. She turned the corner and opened one of the doors to find a room with a dusty old bedroom full of baby dolls. And they were all looking at her.
She screamed and ran out of the room. Why did she have to have gone into that room when she knew she had a fear of baby dolls. Or dolls for that matter. Also called The Pediophobia--fear of dolls. She's had Pediophobia since she was ten years old when she got her first baby doll for her birthday.
She didn't want to think about it, and so she ran down the stairs and ran right into her brother.
They fell to the dusty floor and she closed her eyes, feeling her forehead from the gash she had just gotten from slamming into her brother. She was bleeding, and she gasped at the pain.
She opened her eyes and saw her brother staring at her with widened eyes. "Mia, I think you need to find a mirror right now."
She frowned. What was he talking about? "Huh?" She stared back at her brother and stood, walking out the front door. "Dad!"
She found her dad unpacking some of his garden tools in the back yard of the new house. He looked up and smiled at her, then saw her gash on her forehead.
"What did you do to your forehead, Mia?" her dad asked, standing to take a closer look.
She shrugged. "I ran into Kyle on the way down the stairs."
"Well, Honey," her dad said, laughing, "why did you do that? And why were you running?"
Her cheeks turned a bright red. She never liked to talk about her fear of dolls. "I went into a room upstairs and found a bunch of freaky looking dolls so I ran back down the stairs to help you, is all."
"Oh, well. No thanks. What room did you pick out? There seems to be almost a million rooms to choose from. I think that the last owners had a daughter too and she was younger than you, but she died. I think that's why her stuff is still here if that's what you were talking about, sweetie."
"Well, there is no way that I am taking that room she used to have. Is there any downstairs?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.
"Oh, yeah. Lots. Pick any of them. Oh, what the heck. Pick two out!" he said sarcastically. He bent down to the ground and Mia walked away.
She turned the corner of the house as she looked around the fogged-up back yard and saw a large figure out in the yard. She stopped to take a look, but got curious and decided to take a closer look. She walked closer to it and saw that it was a statue of an angel that wore a white gown and was holding a harp in her hands, looking up to the sky.
Mia touched the angel's fingers. They were smooth in her hand.
"Like it?" A voice said behind her. Mia turned around to see the strange man named Lucas standing behind her.
She nods. "Yes, it looks old. How did you know I was here?" Mia couldn't remember if she told him where she