Chapter 8 ★ Despair

Hendrix POV I'm gasping for air when I enter the apartment in a clumsy hurry. I slam the thick door closed with purpose, taking out my frantic emotions on it. I brace myself against it for a few minutes while I catch my breath and attempt to gather my bearings. The apartment is empty, and I couldn't be more thankful for it. Miranda and Stacey are both in school at the moment. Neither of them will be home until the afternoon. I have plenty of time to hide away and wallow in my strange new discovered emotions. Every single time I close my eyes, I see him. Professor Riley. Those scars, that face. I just want to kiss him. I want him so bad. Too bad. I bite my lip hard when I reach my room. Sitting down at the edge of the mattress, I stare at my record player with suddenly tear filled eyes. Riding my bicycle home, I didn't cry once, but now the sorrow is back. My turntable sits on my desk, taking up the whole surface with my s