Chapter Five (Rough Draft)

This chapter isnt my favorite...after the last chapter i kinda gave up a little and had a hard time getting going again. This is pretty crappy i know but i was just trying to get back into the feel of writing with this character. Sorry that its pretty sho

“What are YOU doing here?” the blackness in her eyes made the darkness around us seem more impending. The storm still echoed off the pavements muffling the harshness to her tone. Her hands rested in tight fists at her side, the nails digging into her palms. The wind picked up with her words sending her hair flying ramped through the air around her.

“I—Uh…I don’t know” It sounded pathetic. She snarled in response. The sound was feral and inflamed.

“Shouldn’t you be home?” her words came out forceful like she was trying to keep a civility to her tone. “What are you doing….out in the rain?”

“I had…to walk home. All the cars got taken…”

She huffed slightly at my words. Her eyes were wary as if looking for some deeper meaning hidden in my words. She stood in almost a defensive pose as if she was ready for a fight. My eyes squinted as another flash of lightning split the sky. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she glanced towards the sky.

“The storms ending. Go home.” Storming past me she shook her head as she kept her eyes to the sky.

“How do you know the storm is….” before I could get my sentence out the pattering rain fizzled to a damp mist then dissolved into a foggy calm. Shaking some of the precipitation from her locks she ruffled her hair with her fingers before turning towards me once more.

“Are you really daft? Or do you honestly not understand anything?” her eyes locked on mine searching for a lie she had convinced herself I was about to spout.

“I would say I’m daft…but that wouldn’t begin to cover it!” the truths raising my voice a few notes. Her eyes didn’t waver. They stared intent on mine looking for some form of dishonesty.
“I don’t understand why you seem to hate me! I don’t remember doing anything to you. So if you could please enlighten me to why I’m apparently the Anti-Christ when it comes to you I would be greatly appreciative.”

Frustrated I waved my hands around me in emphasis to my words. I felt like a small Italian woman who shook with agitation when she didn’t get her way. A soft rumbling of an approaching engine was the only sound that emanated from the two of us for a few notes before her eyes began to soften.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder she scoffed. Laughing mildly to herself at some inside joke I couldn’t perceive. Her laughter grew louder as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Well this changes things.” She said between laughs. Turning her eyes towards me in a look that was both guarded yet held a sense of relief as if she knew she was safe yet refused to let off all her edge. “You honestly know nothing about it….” She looked like she was going to say more. Her mouth hung slightly open as if the words were resting on her rain moistened lips. The rumble had finally reached us, and a new black 2008 Chevy Malibu pulled up behind us. Without glancing back at the car she turned around swiftly and fluttered her way towards the car.

“Hey !” I bellowed after “You didn’t answer my god damn question!” A mild hint of anger burned through my skin.

I heard her laugh from almost half way across the playground and before I could finish blinking she was positioned inches from my face. Her hand grabbed my face in a solid grasp stopping me from jumping back. Leaning in closer her lips grazed along my cheek. Muttering gently something that was so faint I could barely make out but didn’t sound like any form of English. Her hair ran along my face as she turned away from me again.

“Answer your own question my little seraphim.” Dropping into the open passenger’s seat in the car, the vehicle zoomed down the street till I could no longer make out the head lights.

That was a clustrafuck. That was the only coherent thought that I could achieve on my slow trudge on the rest of the way home.

As I finally rounded the last corner that led to my home my legs finally started to feel the ache that settled in after a long day. My stomach roared for food making me realize that I hadn’t eaten today. The flag to the rusted mailbox that came with the rental home we were stationed in was up. Pulling the lid down I found a small note attached to my phone with Ethan’s chicken scratch writing along the waterlogged paper.

My bad dude. Your mom called. Seemed pissed.

Crumpling the paper in my hand and shoving it into my pocket I shoved open the front door. The heat from the vents brought up goose bumps along my skin. The sneakers on my feet slopped along the tile that lined the front office of our home. My socks swam in a small pool that collected on the inside of my shoes penetrating through to my feet chilling them. Kicking off the soggy remains of my converse shoes and nearly tripping as I pulled the reluctant material off my feet. I dropped it a drenched pile on the floor. The kitchen was barren indicating my mom had forgotten to do the shopping for a second week in a row. Grabbing the straggling bits of lunchmeats and the lone ranger Twinkie that was stacked in the farthest reaches of the pantry I had my feast. There was a hallow echo to the house that let me know I was the only one here. I sent a quick message to my mom hoping to not get the distress call Ethan had warned about.

Mom I’m home. Don’t freak.

After the sent image faded from the screen I opened a new message box and typed Marissa’s number in.

We need to talk.

Simple. She had to have said something anything to start this. Hailey said to get my own answers so I was going on a war path till I did. Making a stop in the bathroom I turned the shower on the hottest it could go and steam already was collecting along the mirror as I stripped off the last of my clothes. Ten minutes in the shower brought the color back to my face and some warmth back into my body. Picking up my phone the LG screen blinked with 6 missed messages. Taking a deep breath I filtered through them. 1 was from Marissa.

Sure pal :-) Let me know

The rest were frantic messages from my mother. They began demanding to know where I had been. After that they changed to if I was okay. And they ended with her apologizing for yelling and begging for me to respond. If I ignored her long enough her next personality would set in and she would say she wanted to make it up to me by buying me a new wardrobe. And like clockwork, my phone once again buzzed to life. I rued the day I taught my mother how to text.
Tossing my phone across the bed I collapsed on the sheets. My eyes were weary and droopy without the aid of the secret stash of sleeping meds under my pillow.

Tomorrow was school. Hopefully an academically packed start to the day would be enough to keep my mind off of what happened today. My psyche felt more drained than my body as I wrapped my thoughts around what Hailey could have been told to cause that hatred that came from here in the playground. Her smell still wafted in my nose and the feel of her lips on my cheek felt as if it was burned there.

 

I vaguely recognized my mother coming into my room and shutting off the overhead light I had been too tired to care about before I slipped fully into my unconsciousness. My dreams were blank. Ordinary to say the least. I felt relief that warriors and epic battles and baffling women were far from my mind. I needed the serenity, I felt as if something was coming. Something ominous clouded around me and the episode with Hailey had only worsened the shroud. It sent a cold chill along my spine. Whatever was coming…didn’t seem like it would end well for anyone…especially me…damn.

 

Author's Note

This is still in VERY Rough Draft from. Needs a lot of work i know. So Reviews are always super welcome