#someone tall and blonde and skinny called Alyssa

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Day Eleven: Part Two || Soon

Connor Murphy x Reader

Word Count: 1713

Summary: A continuation to Day Eleven. Getting ready for a date with a Connor and a slight change of plans.  [This is part of an in progress series. You can follow along here.]

Author’s Note: This is kinda short. I was only gonna have two parts to day eleven. The first half when he asks her on a date and then the date itself. But then the idea of using Connor to get back at a parent you’re pissed at sounded too appealing and it turned into this. And I wanted the actual dinner to be separate piece because I got tired of writing this one lol idk I've just felt like crap lately. One of these days my writing will better maybe xKatie

You wanted to be happy. You wanted to be excited. You were technically going on a date with Connor. Sort of. You don’t just jump into someone’s arms and make out with them, then get asked to dinner by them the next day, if it wasn’t a date. Right? You should be happy. This was what you wanted. This was what you had been waiting for. 

Then how come the second you clicked out of facetime with him, you felt nothing? It was like the moment his face was out of your direct line of sight, you felt empty. Why did your mood change so suddenly? This morning you woke up beaming over Connor. Now you struggled to find the will power to get out of bed. You were laying there waiting for any sort of emotion to hit but nothing was coming. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes to into hours, and before you knew it darkness was creeping over your room. 

You hadn’t moved from your bed once. 

As it inched closer to 7, you finally forced yourself into the bathroom to take a shower. You’d probably feel excited when you started getting ready. You could shower, wash your hair, redo your make up, dry and curl your hair, and pick out an outfit. It should be fun. You used to love this part of getting ready for a date. You’d listen to music and dance around your room. Typically Alyssa would have been over to help. She’d give you advice on what to wear and what to say as long as you promised to fill her in on all the details afterwards. Your evenings would be filled with laughter, excitement, and hope. 

You missed having girlfriends. 

You missed laughing. 

The shower sputtered to life as you stood naked in your bathroom. You held your hand under the stream then quickly pulled it back. It was freezing. The hot water would take a few minutes to warm up. You shivered. Your house always ran cold. You grabbed a fluffy, white towel and wrapped it around yourself while you patiently waited for steam to start filling the tiny room. Opposite you sat the mirror hanging over the bathroom sink. Your eyes were drawn up to the reflection. 

There was nothing looking back. There was no life of a person behind your eyes. They were blank. For some reason you started to feel shameful, like you had done something wrong, like it was your fault that you weren’t able to feel the right emotions. You were supposed to be happy. The fact that you weren’t only caused you to be racked with guilt. Something was wrong with you. You weren’t working properly. 

You stayed staring into the void of your eyes until the mirror began to steam up. Your reflection became distorted and softened as the fog crept along the glass. When you could no longer see any distinguishing features of yourself, you hung your towel back up and stepped into the water. It stung your skin. Blood rose to your cheeks under the heat. You closed your eyes and let the water soak away your sins. 

Five minutes in and you had started crying. You were always crying. There was no in between. You were either crying or you were zoning out for hours. This afternoon had been a rare treat when you could actually function and get something productive done. Those special moments were few and fleeting nowadays. Whatever spark you had found earlier was gone. You would have to cancel on Connor. You couldn’t go out like this. No one wants a dinner date with a crying zombie. 

You rinsed off any remaining shampoo in your hair and turned off your shower. Your sniffling, quiet sobs sounded more prominent without the water to drown them out. Pathetic. You were pathetic. It would be impossible for anyone to ever find you attractive or desirable like this. Why were you even trying to trick yourself? To Connor, you were probably nothing more than a charity case that had been thrust upon him.

With a towel wrapped tightly around you, you pulled your hairdryer out from under the sink cabinet. If you wanted to cancel on him so badly then why were you still getting ready? Maybe you still had a some hope that your excitement would return and everything would go back to normal. It was a losing bet. Normal wasn’t something you were familiar with anymore. 

Hair dry. Curled. Brushed out into soft waves. 

Make up done. Foundation. Highlighter. Lashes. Winged liner. Natural lips. 

Clothes picked out. Skinny jeans. Loose top. Cardigan. Boots. 

Jewelry on. Necklace. Two rings. Painted nails. 

You evaluated your appearance in the mirror. You could make yourself look decent on the outside but you knew the truth. On the inside you were hollow and miserable. It would only be a matter of time before everyone else realized the truth too.

Connor: Today 6:58 pm: be there soon

Y/N: Today 6:58 pm: I’ll be waiting :)

The doorbell ran. You looked down at your phone in confusion. That was fast. He had just texted you. You grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder, and pulled open the front door. 

You took a step back in surprise. Instead of seeing Connor, you came face to face with a woman you’d never see before. “Oh crap...sorry. I thought you were someone else,” you tried to force some sort of polite smile onto your face. “Can I help you?”

The woman smiled back. She was tall and slim. Her hair was dyed a shade of blonde that didn’t quite match her skin tone. The dye job made it look like a bad wig. She looked to be in her mid thirties. “You must be Y/N? It’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she spoke as if you were supposed to know who the hell she was. 

You gave her a look of confusion, “Uh, if you’re selling something, we don’t want it but thanks anyway...”

She laughed. Like her hair color, it was obviously fake, “No, no, sweetie.” You despised being called sweetie. “I’m Holly. Holly Silk?” She picked up that the name didn’t sound familiar so she added, “...Your dad’s girlfriend?”

Your stomach dropped. Since when was your father dating? He had never once mentioned or shown interest in that sort of thing since your mom had passed. It had been ten years. You felt naive to admit it, but you always believed that he would have stayed true to your mother, that the idea of seeing another woman would have been absurd to him. Your mind began to race through a million things at once. You felt sick. This was bound to happen eventually. If you thought about it realistically, of course he’d want to find someone to spend his time with. But why hadn’t he ever mentioned it to you? And why her? Holly Silk? That sounded like a name a porn star would make up. You hated this woman instantly. 

You gave her a snide smile and said in a sickly sweet voice, “I’m sorry, Holly. My father isn’t in at the moment. I’ll be sure to tell him you stopped by.” You went to close the door in her face. 

She put her hand out to stop it, trying not to look as annoyed as she felt, “Actually I was hoping I could come in and wait. I’ve been away on a business trip the past two days. I thought I would surprise Steven when he got home. I was going to cook his favorite meal.” She held up the grocery bags in her hands, “Tacos! I’ve brought all the fixings for them. Enough for all three of us to eat. I thought it would be a good time for us to get to know each other.” 

You scowled, “Actually my dad’s favorite meal is my dead mother’s famous lasagna recipe that we make every Christmas but good try.” 

Holly still did her best to hold up the smile plastered on her face despite her eyes flashing in displeasure, “Well regardless, maybe I come in? I’ve been waiting to get to know you for some time now. It’d be lovely to have dinner with you and your father.” 

That was the last thing on earth you’d ever want to be doing. Your anger for your father started to grow. How could he be seeing someone and not tell you? It was his fault she was showing up at your door. It was his fault some stranger was begging to come inside and cook with you. He was so oblivious to everything going on in your life. While you were out lost in a forest and having your entire life crumble around you, he was out fucking around with Ms. Porn Star Name. You had spent the past week crying yourself to sleep every night and he had no damn clue. Your mother would have known. She would have picked up on your change in behavior. She would have known how to take care of you. She would have been a parent. Your jaw clenched. Everything was your father’s fault, you decided. 

You crossed your arms as a plan formed in your head. An evil grin spread across your face. “Actually Helen-

“Holly,” she corrected.

“My bad. Actually Holly, I’m waiting for a date to show up and take me out to dinner. He should be here any moment. But if you didn’t mind, I could always invite him inside to eat with us. It could be a double date. I’m sure my father would be thrilled.” The idea of Connor, probably still on his high from earlier, with a face bruised and bloodied sitting to eat dinner with you and your dad’s girlfriend sounded like the perfect form of revenge. If your dad could surprise you with a new girlfriend then, surely, he wouldn’t mind if you surprised him Connor. 

Holly sighed in relief. She obviously had no idea what was in store. “That would be wonderful! I hope you don’t mind changing your plans for me?”

You pushed open the door and stepped aside for her. “No, no. It’s perfectly fine. Don’t worry. Please, come in. My date will be thrilled be to meet you...I’m sure of it.” 

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After Dark

Chapter 1

These day's sleeping wasn't as easy as it used to be. Anymore than 4 hours was considered a bonus, since these terrible nightmares decided to made it their job to wake me up at all hours of the night. And getting back to sleep was a lot harder than it seemed. I could never fully remember what the dreams consisted of, but I could roughly remember the faces of who were in them. They were never people I knew, or had even remembered seeing. But somehow I recognised them. And it never ended well for them. By that I mean they always ended up dead! I couldn't remember how or where, as a matter of fact I couldn't really remember anything short of who they were. But I was sure that if I'd see them again, I'd recognise them. I'd often started to wonder if I was going mad, or even if I had a psychopathic streak in me, (Not that I'd ever wanted to hurt someone. Well not kill them anyway...) but surely these dreams couldn't be normal, could they? I suppose you never really know whats going on in someone else’s head, unless they confess it to you. And if there was other people out there having dreams like mine, I don’t blame them for keeping it to themselves. I hadn't spoken to anyone about mine, god if I did, I'd probably be locked up in an insane asylum by now. But not only that, how could I possibly speak to someone about this without sounding crazy, or like I have major issues. Nope, I think I had to come to terms with the fact that I had to deal with these horrible nightmares myself. If only I knew how. Waking up with bags under my eyes was starting to become a routine. It's a shame my concealer wasn’t cut out for the job of hiding them. But I still applied my makeup like normal, and hoped for the best. This morning was a bit of a rush though, I didn’t manage to get to sleep till about 5am, well that was the last time I checked my alarm before the loud annoying sound decided to wake me to let me know it was time for school. There had been plenty of times I had laid in bed, debating whether to actually make an appearance or not. At the time the thought of getting out of bed, to get ready, to go somewhere I didn’t really want to be, was more draining than actually doing it. But every time I battled myself and managed to fight the urge to stay in bed all day, or maybe all week if I was going to try and catch up on the amount of sleep I had lost altogether. The first couple lessons at school was a complete drag. Constantly looking at the clock hoping that the time would just fly on by, when in reality, it was probably going slower the more I kept looking at it. Nothing in the lessons was really being taken in. My brain was still trying to cope with simple instructions, like not falling asleep. Or even just trying to listen to the teacher enough to be able to take notes, so that I wouldn’t fall even more behind then I already was. "Hey, Kyra you ok? You seem a bit off today?". And finally comes the dreaded question. Is it really that obvious? "Yeah I'm fine thanks. Just a bit tired". That was an understatement. I was completely knackered, I was so tired I wasn’t even sure I'd be able to keep up a conversation without mumbling and falling asleep half way through. "God tell me about it my dad was up watching some forensic programme till early hours. Wouldn’t have been to bad if he didn’t have the TV so loud. Took me ages to get to sleep". Yet looking at Brenna you wouldn’t have been able to tell if she'd missed even a minute of sleep. And somehow I managed to look like a walking corpse, that had missed their funeral date. When class finally finished after what felt like, the longest hour of my life, I made my way to the cafeteria to get some food, to make up for the breakfast I had missed from rushing about to get ready for school on time. Cafeteria food wasn’t the best food I had tasted in my life time, but It wasn’t the worse either. I picked up an apple juice, tuna and sweetcorn sandwich and a chocolate muffin, and made my way to my friends. They were sat on the regular table in the far right corner. It was always better to sit away from everyone else, unless you wanted to end up with food in your hair. Because for some reason the jocks thought it was funny to have a food fight with each other almost every lunch time. To be honest I'm amazed at how they still find things like that entertaining. There’s only so many food fights someone can have in there life time until it gets annoying surely? "Hey guys" I said as I sat down next to Brenna. "Hey" they echoed back. "Not hungry Charlie?" "I can safely say that Mr Halliman's class has put me off lunch for today". Mr Halliman was our Biology teacher. He was a short fat man, with dark brown hair. Which at his age was clearly dyed. He was one of those people, that no matter how old you got. He still thought he was 25 at heart. "Don’t tell me. You had to blow up a lung in class today?" Brenna added. "A pig lung to be precise. I’m guessing your class had to do it as well?" "Not yet, but I've been tipped off about it" "Well I’m telling you now, its nothing to be looking forward to" "Oh trust me, I’m not!" Brenna stated. I scoffed down my food, like someone who hadn't seen a crumb of bread for weeks. I was so hungry I even went back for a second sandwich. "Have any of you seen Alyssa recently? She hasn’t been in school the past couple of days." Alyssa Daron was just another ordinary girl in our year. But she wasn’t one to miss school. Until her mum divorced her dad for another man that is. Then she had a lot of time off. But a lot of time had passed since then and things had been resolved, so it was a bit weird for her to be missing school again. "I heard she had an argument with her dad and packed her stuff to go and live with her mum and her new fella" Charlie mentioned. "What do you mean new fella?" I asked. "They've been together for a while now" "Oh don't you know. They guy she divorced her husband for was having a secret affair with another woman the whole time. If you can even call it that when there not married". She's not really having great luck with men is she. "So what? Is she ever coming back, or is she going to switch schools?" I asked. "I don’t have a clue. Haven’t heard anything more about it" "That's not the only thing that’s been weird around here recently. Did you hear about Kyle? He got sent home for the rest of the day for fighting." Brenna added. "Fighting? Who was he fighting? He's not usually into that sort of thing." "I thought you would have known by now. Apparently they had to pull him off Luke, took about four of them just to get him off" "Luke as in my brother Luke?" "Yeah. I dont know how it took them four people to get him off him though. I mean come on, I know hes a jock an all, but they made it sound like he was the hulk or something". "How did you find out?" I questioned. "I heard some of the guys talking about it in the hallway". Why on earth was Kyle fighting my brother? Their like best friends. I best go and see if he's ok, and find out what happened. I had to admit, I don’t like being involved in drama, but its entertaining to hear about. Even if it is about my brother. The sound of the school bell rang loudly throughout the cafeteria. Echoing off of all four of the blank washed out walls. Guess that’s going to have to wait till the end of the day now. I stood up tipped my rubbish off of my tray into the bin, and placed it on top of the stack of dirty trays waiting to be washed on the way out. Strangely the last two lessons went by quite quickly. Maybe that was because my body had finally decided to kick in and start functioning. Better late than never I suppose. I joined the tsunami of students, all making there way out of school. The sudden change from the cool, shadowed hallways, to the beaming hot rays of the sun was almost relaxing. If it wasn't so daum hot. I saw Luke stood on the grass under the comforting shade of an Oak Tree. So I made my way over to question him about the whole fight between him and Kyle. He was stood talking to some guy in a jock outfit that I had never seen before. I don’t know how it was possible that I didn't know him. Lakewood High wasn't exactly a massive school, and basically everyone knew everyone, whether they liked them or not. "Hey" I said walking over to meet them. "Oh hey Ky. This is Alex, him, his brother and sister have just moved back here". No wonder I didn't recognise him. He was what you'd call tall, dark and handsome. But he did have bright ocean blue eyes, that stood out well against his short flowing dark hair. He was only slightly taller than Luke who stood on the other end of the spectrum with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were both well built in size, not too stocky but not skinny. He was quite hot, even if I do say so myself. "Hey, nice to meet you" I said politely. "Nice to meet you too" He said smiling at me. "I'll let you guys talk. I better make my way home anyway". "You sure you don’t want a lift?" Luke quickly asked. "No, It's ok, might as well make the most of this weather. I'll catch you tomorrow at practice." I was glad he walking away, it gave me a chance to check him out from behind. And just as I suspected, he had a nice ass as well. "So...". "I'm guessing you've heard already then. Let me just start with its not my fault" Luke said trying to plead his case. "I don’t care who's fault it is I just want to know what happened. Oh my god are you ok?" I said turning his head with my hand. He had a bite mark on his neck. It must have been from Kyle because it was definitely a human bite mark. "Yeah I'm fine. Don’t know whats up with Kyle though. He just. Changed. He started talking smack about Sofia for no reason. So I called him out on it and he just threw himself at me, took me to the floor, and then bit me". Talking badly about Sofia? They dated at one point, why would he talk about her like that. Not only that but Sofia was my best friend who passed away a few months ago. It was still a touchy subject for a lot of people. And I still regularly visited her grave and went to see her family. I had always been really close to her family, their house was basically a second home to me. And with them supporting me when my mum went missing, I repaid the favour when Sofia passed. "You need to bandage that bite up or something, it might get infected" I said examining the mark. "Oh come on, its not that bad, you always make things seem worse than they are" "Make things seem worse than they are? There is literally blood running down your neck" Luke quickly wiped his neck, and looked at his fingers to reveal the rich red substance coming from his wound. "What is he some sort of animal or something? Why is he biting you anyway?". He responded by shrugging his shoulders. Common reply for Luke, when he wanted a conversation to end. "Hey! Kyra do you need a lift?" Charlie shouted from across the car park. "Im alright thanks, I'll just catch a lift with Luke. You still coming round later?" "Yeah give me an hour and I'll be there" She said before running back to her car. The journey home felt like a death trap, the car was so hot from it being sat in the baking sun all day, I felt like I got third degree burns just from putting my seat belt on. The first thing we did was wind the windows down. The air couldn't get to me fast enough, I might as well have been sticking my head out of the window I was that close to it. But getting home was a relief. Dad wasn't home yet, and he wouldn't be for another hour or so depending on if he was going grocery shopping or not. So It meant that we had the house to ourselves for a bit. We pulled onto the drive in Luke's sky blue 1965 Ford Mustang. Working at the Patterson's car garage had its perks, and one day he was hoping to work up to a Shelby GT500. I rushed out of the car, up the walk way and straight into the house. I dropped my bag in the hallway that connected the front door to the kitchen and living room and made my way into the kitchen to make a drink. I don’t know what I would do without the ice maker on the front of the fridge. It really did come in handy in weather like this. Suddenly a loud bang came from the hallway. "God daum it! Stop putting your bag in the hallway. This is the third time this week I've tripped over it while walking in" Luke shouted. "Well maybe you should watch where your going!" I shouted back. My house isn't what you would call huge, but it's fairly sized. It's a white wooden house, just like most of the town houses, lining my street. In fact the only thing that really makes my house stand out from the others is the pink blossom tree in the front yard. My mum had always loved blossom tree's and the pink ones were her favourite. So when she went missing we all decided to plant one in her honour. It hasn't been easy since mum disappeared. The simple things like having girly chats. Watching chick flicks together. Or even just going shopping together. You don’t truly realise how much you take things for granted until you no longer have them. Plus living in a house with two hot headed guys can be very tiring at times. But having such a traumatising thing happen at such a young age, helped me grow up a lot quicker. That’s not to say that I don’t make just as much mistakes as the next person. But I've learnt to deal with things in a better way than I used to. Whereas for Luke, he's not really one for talking about his feelings. He's the type of person that bottle things up until it gets unhealthy and ends up exploding. But he's trying. And dad. Well the whole disappearance with mum killed him. Just in the way that you would expect any husband to react to his wife going missing. He puts a smile on his face, and sometimes I even believe its genuine. Which it might be. But I know my dad. And I know how he deals with things. I can tell deep down there’s a chunk of him missing. After all my dad and mum were what you'd call 'High School Sweethearts'. Yeah they argued, but they never went to bed on an argument, they would always sort it out beforehand. God I missed her so much. Her smell. The way I could talk to her about anything without her judging me. She was such a kind, understanding, compassionate, loving person. I know most people would say that about their parents, but she really was one of a kind. If your reading this, thank you for taking the time. And I would love to hear what you think about it. So please feel free to message me :)