Silence

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

My hand was shaking, clammy as I read the message from dad, I didnt know if I should be worried or scared but what I did know is that it was going to be bad, it is never something good when it comes to my so called family. Should I go? was the question that kept bombarding around my head. My phone buzzed alerting me that I got another text this time from Rusty

I have my ways ;)

Ill be by around 5, cya soon! Rusty x

Sighing I pocketed my phone and got into my car and drove home. When I finally got home it was 4:45, stupid traffic and teenagers that just walk right out onto the road without looking, grr! They should know better by now with all the damn commercials on tv, dont they care...

I rushed around tidying up and feeding Stan, who just followed me around and undoing the tidying till he was fed. I couldnt decide if I needed to pack an overnight bag, god I really hope I wasnt there long. Dont know how I would handle being around them even for an hour. I wished I had one of them close knit familys where you was always having family bonding nights and vacations, the ones that loved and trusted.

I decided I might aswell pack a bag, just incase better safer than sorry. I tossed in a book too for something to keep me occupied. By the time I finished packing I heard the front door open and close, I must admit I started freaking out because im sure that I locked it when I got in. Tentively taking slow steps towards the living room, I peeked around the bedroom door frame and came face to face with Rusty, jumping a mile high and practically screaming out my lungs I punched him in the face and shouted loudly that my throat begged for silence and water, "who do you think you are walking into someones place without even so much as knock!!"

Placing my hand over my fast beating heart in a hope to calm down, i glare at Rusty and harshly say "You seriously need to stop breaking into my place its getting way out of hand!"

Rusty's just standing there staring at me, looking like his trying to work something important out in his head. I stare right back and wait for my reply. I watch as his eyes finally come back to the present and look past me to the packed bag on the bed and then back to my face.

"Your going somewhere? for how long?" he asks looking a bit disappointed.

I wonder why he seems disappointed, not like we really know eachother that well. But its nice to know that people care. "I got to go to my parents... and i dont know for how long".

"When do you need to leave? Can i come with you? I would like for us to talk its important" he finally replies.

"Why? What is it about, cant it wait and tell me when i get back. I shouldnt be gone long hopefully..." I drifted off.