Devil's Creation

Chapter 10

I looked down at my feet and my sheets in complete horror. My heart, trying its best to pound its way out of my chest. I had no idea what had exactly happened or what to do now. How the hell did I get in this situation?

I took a breath with my eyes closed to hopefully calm myself, before carefully swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I got up and then rushed out into the hall. My parents would most likely punish me if they saw the state of the sheets on my bed. I was literally just beyond my bedroom's doorway, when I had to stop for what felt like the millionth time.

Looking down at the wooden floors I saw that there were no dirty footprints leading towards my room, only the ones that I had created coming out.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I'm still dreaming, I kept telling myself.

When I opened my eyes again, I looked down at my feet and found them to be still covered in muck. With my stomach turning, I ran to the bathroom, not caring if my parents were in their room or not. I stripped out of my white shirt and pink shorts that I wore to bed, and quickly showered.

After scrubbing every single inch of my skin with soap and water over a thousand times, I hopped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel from the cupboard and wrapped it around myself, and then ran back to my room.

I swiftly got changed into another shirt and jeans, before stripping my bed and taking the dirty sheets down to the laundry room. Once in the room, I put the sheets on a quick wash and then rushed back up the stairs. (Which was definitely a mistake. Not the laundry part, but the sprinting up the stairs part) I tripped just as I got halfway up the stairs and banged my knee onto one of the steps. Thankfully I had my hands out to brace myself, cause if they hadn't caught me I might have needed a brace for my face.

I swore quietly and grimaced as I rubbed my sore knee and then made my way at a steady pace up the stairs. On my way to my room, I stopped off at the closet that was near my door and grabbed another set of sheets to make my bed. Once that was completely done, I went back to that closet and got out all of the cleaning supplies. I scrubbed the floor with bleach and a bunch of other chemicals until I was almost certain all of the dirt was no longer present on the floor. (Probably looked a lot like I was cleaning up a murder)

I sat down on my clean bed, once I was done, and looked over at the clock. 6:26. I had checked earlier to make sure my parents weren't home and felt glad that they weren't, but at this moment, I had been hoping they would have been back by now. Yes, I do dislike them sometimes... well... most times , but they're still my parents. (I also kinda needed the car)

I'll wait until 7 but if they're not back by then, I'll have to walk to school. I told myself this as I fell back on my bed, with my arms out by my sides.

I had closed my eyes and listened intently for the sound of our vehicle, but when 7 came around, I sighed heavily and got up. I grabbed my bag that I had packed and walked down the stairs. I was way too worried and anxious to grab anything to eat so I just walked right by the kitchen and marched out the door.

Once locking the front door and walking to the edge of our driveway, I gave one last hopeful glance down the road in which my parents drive to work. But once I registered that they weren't gonna come drifting around the corner like some race car, I turned on my heels and started my extremely long journey to the school.

It was a nice morning, sunny with barely any clouds in the sky, so I shouldn't complain that much. It could have been snowing again, or raining, or even really cold out, which it wasn't. It actually felt sort of nice, having the sun on my skin. Of Course I shouldn't be out in the sun for too long, (I burn easily) but it still felt nice.

While I walked in silence, I thought of my parents.

Had they gone to the bar last night and got absolutely wasted? But they only went there on the weekends.

Were they at a work friend's house? I'm not sure if they have any friends that would allow them to stay at their house.

Are they still working? They never work this late. Never.

So right then and there, if they weren't home when I got there after school, I was going to call their boss, or another coworker. Anyone who would pick up the damn phone.

I then took my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans to check the time. 7:38. I still had quite a ways to go, and I was most likely going to be late. I groaned slightly as I put my phone back into my pocket. I continued to take a couple steps forward as I debated whether or not to just stay at home today. My parents couldn't possibly get angry at me for not attending school, when they couldn't even be bothered to arrive home on time.

My steps faltered as I decided to just go home. I was literally about to turn around when a black car rolled up to me.

"Do you need a ride?"