Misery is my name, Emily Walton [classic romance novels txt] 📗

were you before you moved here?" he asked suddenly. I flinched, and continued to study the ground as it went by under my feet. finally i sighed.

" I was in Michigan. Before that, I was in Florida, Arizona before that, and L.A before that, and at the end of last year I was in Hawaii." he nodded.
They moved you around a lot." he commented. I scowled." no, I moved myself." he gave me a confused look. right about now I would have stopped talking to any other person. for some reason, I felt compelled to explain to him.

" when I get tired of a place, or dislike a place, I run away. or get in too much trouble at school. or with the police. anything to get me out of there." he nodded. I gazed off in the distance, and it started raining impossibly harder, till I couldn't see my hand held out in front of me. I felt his slide into mine, and he started pulling me off to the side.

" Come-on!" he called over the noise. I fallowed him blindly, until suddenly the rain was gone, and we were squished together, under a pavilion. He pushed his hood back, and he was grinning. I did the same, a smile spreading across my face.

" this is the Cemetery." he said loudly, over the noise of the rain, making a sweeping arc with his arm. I nodded, shaking my head. I looked around the dimly lit pavilion, and realized that we were standing at the entrance of a crypt. I turned back to him, and he was studying me. I blushed, looking down. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his eyes sparkled, even in the barely lit rain. The noise died down slightly, to where if we where to talk, we could carry it out in a normal level.

" Izzy." he said, and his voice was right in my ear, making me jump. I glanced up, surprised, and his grinning face was inches from mine. his smile slowly faded, and I felt his hot breath come quicker against my cheek. he leaned foreword even more.

" I’d really like to kiss you." I rocked back on my heels, surprised. By the look on his face, he was serious. I bit me lip, looking down. his hand gently tipped it back up to look at him. " Please?" he whispered. it had quit raining so hard, and I heard it. I rocked back on my heels again, then leaned up.

he met me half way, and our lips meshed together perfectly.


he was a good kisser. his tongue flicked out playfully, and I teased right back, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip softly. he let out a small gasp, and my tongue slipped behind his teeth before darting back again. he hissed, pressing his lips harder against mine. i smiled slightly, and his tongue slipped between my lips and started massaging against mine. I joined in, and I found my hands snaking up his chest to his wet hair, tangling themselves in it. he backed me into the wall, and that's when realization hit me.

I was KISSING my foster brother!
chapter four

I pulled back abruptly, and he gave me a confused, slightly hurt look.

" We need to go." I said breathless, and I pushed him away. he grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Izzy, look at me." In response, I turned even farther away from him.

"Misery Grace Hope, Look at Me!" I growled and spun, swinging my hand when he said my full name. He caught my hand reflectively, and crossed them in front of me, so I couldn't move. His expression was hurt. " What’s the matter?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. I yanked my hands down, but he didn't let go.


Until his phone rang.

He groaned, and then let me go. I spun and ran off, not waiting for him to fallow.


When I got home, I stomped upstairs. Jonathan stopped me in the upstairs hallway. He frowned.

" What’s wrong?" I yanked my arm away from him and slammed my door. I leaned up against it and slid to the floor, sighing.

What in the world had I just done? Not only had I kissed the most popular boy at the high school, AND my foster brother, but I ENJOYED it. Usually, I let a boy kiss me because they felt like it, not because I wanted it. But I already wanted his lips against mine again, already wanted to feel his hands on my hips, and my fingers ached to return to his messy hair. Someone knocked on the door, making me jump.

" Go away!" I snapped, fuming.

" No!" came Chess's stubborn reply. I groaned, banging my head against the door. " Please, Chess, just leave me alone!" there was a hesitation on the other side of the door, and I thought he'd left.

Turns out he was just launching himself at my door.

I was thrown backwards, and my head connected painfully with the edge of my bed, before I felt blood pool in my hand as it covered the blow. I spun around to see his surprised figure next to me.

" You ass!

I hissed, running to my bathroom to find a towel. I pressed it against my forehead, making myself dizzy. Suddenly his hands where replacing mine. I willingly let him move the towel away, and he sucked in a sharp breath." dammit." he muttered, covering it back up. He sighed. " Sorry." he muttered, then yelled for his brother. he came bounding up the stairs, and he took one look at the towel that was already soaked with blood before shaking his head.

" get in the car." he said, sighing. I went to stand up, but i swayed. before i could protest, Chess swept me into his arms, bridal style, and carried me downstairs. I didn't complain, I found it hard enough to concentrate on holding the towel to my head.

I faded in and out until we got to the hospital room. then the smell of antiseptics hit me, and i felt like vomiting. I groaned, and chess set me down on the hospital bed. he gave me a worried look.

" you ok?" he asked, tone matching his face. i shook my head, groaning again. " don't like hospitals." I muttered. he laughed, and his hand replaced me feeble attempt at pressure on my head. " Thanks." I sighed, closing my eyes. I heard the doctor enter, but didn't open my eyes.

" what did you do?" he asked, pushing away the towel. I opened my eyes, sighing. " i was leaning against my door, and someone shoved it open. I went flying across the room, and my head decided to have an imprint of my bed in it." the doctor smiled, still studying my head. I felt the blood run down the side of my face, and I felt dizzy again. out of the corner of my eye i saw Chess and Jonathan exchange worried glances.

"well, were going to have to give your imprint some stitches. is your parents here to sign you off?" I flinched, and he shook his head.

" wait a minute, I almost didn't recognize you. your the kid the Gregory's took in, aren't you? the one that keeps sending Jonathan in here?" I scowled slightly, and he laughed.

" was he the one that hit the door?" i frowned. " no, he wasn't. Jonathan, call Jenny so she can give him permission to stitch me up. My head hurts." he sprang up and went to the window, immediately doing as i asked.

chapter five

it ended up i needed 20 stitches. they said i couldn't unwrap my head for at least the rest of the night, so I wouldn't be able to see it till in the morning. I was groggy by the time they were done with me, so Chess just carried me out to the car again. This time he sat in the back with me, offering his chest as his pillow. i took it gratefully.

" Thanks." I muttered, and he laughed, kissing my forehead. " No problem, Izzy. Go ahead and sleep." I felt myself smile as I drifted off.


The next morning, I woke up, my head pounding.

Or was that just the fists on my door?

" What?" I groaned, throwing a pillow at the opening door. it hit whoever was coming in full in the face, and I rolled over again, away from the door. A soft chuckle came from them, and I knew whom it was. I sprang up, out of bed. " Chess! Richie! Get OUT of my room, NOW." I hissed, then almost fell over as a wave of nausea washed over me. Chess caught me by the waist. Richie whistled. " We wanted to see your newest beauty mark, Izzy. The twins and Greg are downstairs, come-on!" with that he left. I groaned, and Chess sighed.

" I'm sorry, Izzy. they didn't listen to me. i told them to let you sleep, seeing as it's your birthday and all." I straightened up, pulling away from him. " What?" he frowned, confused.
"It's the first of September. It’s your birthday. Mom called, and she said that you could make your discussion later, and that you can stay home from school today, since your head and all." I nodded, then gasped.

" Crap!" I sank to the bed, putting my head in me hands. He sat next to me. "What?" I shook my head, and was going to answer when Greg came up.

" Common, Izzy! we wanna see your imprint!" I growled.

" your going to have an imprint of my foot on your ass if you don't leave me alone." I growled, he laughed, shaking his head as he left. me and Chess fallowed.


I sat ram-rod straight as Jonathan took his sweet time unwinding my bandage. finally, I saw the last of it fall, and i heard a