© Amber Kalkes 2015
Song: "Drive" By Incubus
Chapter Twenty-Two: Avoidance Is The Sincerest Form Of Flattery
Two days.
Two days since leaving Lou and Calvin’s apartment. Two days since I’ve left the house. Two days since I’ve spoken to anyone. Hell I haven’t even left my room in two days except when the bathroom calls my name. I’ve been dealing with the events of the party my own way. Glancing down at the new two bandages on my thigh I’m sure you can guess how.
I decided to skip school today, the idea of facing anyone seems impossible to even comprehend let along execute. Instead I’ve been watching the happiest movies I own all day in bed. Currently the movie of the hour is Beauty & The Beast and it’s going pretty well so far. I haven’t cried so it’s an improvement.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I just stare into space but mostly I just try to remember what happened before. It’s proven to be a totally fruitless task but I can’t help but try. I want to know how I ended up in that bathroom, I want to know how this could have happened. I just want to know and not knowing is the thing that’s torturing me.
Lou calls. Sutton calls. Tommy even called once. I don’t pick up though. I don’t have anything to really say. The only one who hasn’t tried to reach out to me the past few days is my dad. I heard saw him open my bedroom door during one of my crying sessions. He just looked at me with this blank glassy look before shutting the door again. That’s been the extent of his interest.
I don’t know why but that almost hurt worse than anything else.
Turning onto my side I curl into the fetal position as I watch the enchanted housewares dance around Bell in the dining room. At the sound of my phone vibrating I glance at the side table and lift my head to see who it is. Lou, it reads. Of course it is. He’s been calling the most but I know that some of those could just be Sutton trying to get me to answer.
I don’t know if I can face either of them right now.
‘Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing, they can dance
After all, Miss, this is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be our guest
Oui, our guest
Be our guest!’
My phone vibrates again as Lumiere, the dancing candle stick, finishes his chorus. Glancing at the side table again I decide to pick it up when I see that again it’s Lou. Taking the phone in my hands I close my eyes and flip the top open before pressing it to my ear. I don’t hear anything on the other end and I don’t break the silence either as we both sit on the phone without speaking.
“Hi.”
My lips twitch up at the sound of his voice, “Hi.”
“I didn’t think you’d answer.”
“I didn’t either.”
He’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I miss you.”
I blink, making some tears fall down the sides of my face, “I know.”
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