What We Do To Each Other

Home sweet home : Chapter 4

The house is quiet when I step through the door. Not even Stella, our labradoodle comes to greet me. Mom and dad are probably still at work, as it is only 4 in the afternoon. Ella should be home, but she might've gone off with friends. Either way, I'm glad no one is home to confront me. I need the time alone to process what just happened. It's seems as if everything sped up and now that it's slowed down, and I just can't catch my breath.

I walk down the hallway, dropping my bag and phone on the kitchen table when I enter. I immediately open the cabinet and get out a glass and my pills. I'm on this special medication I have to take every 6 or so hours. Last I took it was about 11 a.m so I think it's safe to take it now.

Mom won't tell me what the pills really are, but I suspect they are anxiety or depressants. Ever since the ancient, they've been on my ass about taking them. So I do. For them, and even for myself. It sometimes seems to help me. But other times it seems as though they are worthless, but I always take them.

I swallow the pills down with a glass of milk, and sit down at the counter. I'm not sure what to do now that I'm alone with my thoughts. I mean, what do I do? Should I think about him? About what he's done? I guess I'm already thinking about him.

Why is he even back? And what did he want to talk about? Maybe he wanted to explain. No. No. He had enough time to do that before he left me. Left all of us. It just doesn't make any sense. None of it does. Him coming back, looking for me when he obviously never wanted to see me before.

With a start, I realize tears are streaming down my face. Pissed that I'm crying over him, I run to the bathroom and start splashing my face with water. Promising to myself to never cry over him again, I turn off the faucet and close my eyes.

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"Cmon, Liv. Get up, we have to hurry!" Hurry? For what? God damn, it's 7 in the morning! In the summer! "What do you want Uri? Can't you just leave me alone for a day?" I groan, turning over to my stomach and smashing the pillow over my face. He lets out a laugh and pulls the pillow from my face. I crack an eye open and I see him smiling down at me. His smile...

"Okayyyy ok... you'll just miss the morning sun rise and a possible front seat ride out on my motorcycle..." I shift my body towards him in interest. He grins, knowing he got me. He never lets me ride in the front of his motorcycle. I always have to be on the back. Not that I mind putting my arms around him.

"Hmph" I roll my eyes and groan again when he rips the blanket off of me, exposing my basketball shorts and tank top I wore to bed. I close my eyes and hang my arms above me, waiting for him to pull me up and out of bed. And he does just that.

Pulling me up, I stumble a little and then trip my way into the bathroom to get ready as he makes himself comfortable in the bean bag chair in the corner of my room. I close the door and pee, then start to brush my hair. Pulling my hair back into a bun, I finish getting ready and dressed, hopping out of the bathroom putting my tennis shoes on.

"Finally ready?" He asks, looking around my room seeming bored before resting his attention on me. "Yep." I sing as I burst out my door, calling goodbyes to my sleepy sister sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. I get into his car and turn on music. He cringes at the music and turns to me, "That is the most horrible.."

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"I think that may be the most horrible smell I have ever smelled in my life." I sigh at my sister's attempt to say sorry to me. It's a weird way, I know but how else are you supposed to apologize to your sister about telling your ... ex friend about where you are? Say sorry? Nah.