Why him?

Ch.3

Reme was quiet the whole ride home. Really the only conversation we had was what we wanted for supper and nothing else. This really bothered me. Reme didn't act like this. He was always trying to keep me talking because he knew that if I didn't talk about stuff id fall back into my depression. When I was five, Reme was sixteen and my mom had just married Reme's dad, mom was diagnosed with small-cell lung carcinoma. She fought for four long years before it finally took her from us. My step-dad was the first to fall. He started drinking and blamed Reme and me for what happened. Reme yelled and fought with him almost all the time. I was too young to really understand and Reme was always there to protect me from him. When Reme turned twentyone he packed all our stuff and moved us away from dad to Newnan. It was tough at first and by now everything that happened started to effect me. I would wake up in then middle screaming for my mom, seeing her dying, reaching out to me asking me why i didnt help her. I stopped talking all together and it took along time before I finally let people in. I got a group of friends that helped me at school and Reme always tried to make me happy. I never forgot and I never will. I just made a choice to hide what I was feeling for everyone else's sake.

When we got home Reme said he was going out again. I told him to be careful and he just waves me off leavening me alone. It didn't bother me to be alone but it did bother me that Reme wasn't talking to me. I guess hes just in one of his moods. Maybe hes on his man period. Whatever he'll be better in the morning. I climb the stairs and go into the bathroom to take me a shower. I take my phone out and turn on some music. Making it blare as I turn on the water letting it warm up. I look in the mirror. My dirty blonde hair comes down to my shoulders and slightly falls in my face without my glasses on. I'm growing it out mostly because everybody wants me to but I really want to cut it all off and get a pixie cut. Its just so annoying. I lean in closer to the mirror and stare into my brown almost black eyes. They say the eyes are windows to the soul if so I must not have one. My friends and I always joke about that kinda stuff. I sit on the counter top and let my thoughts wonder though out today's events.

How was I going to get my friends to go to the auto shop? Maybe I could promise food? No Jessie would hurt me if there really wasn't any. Wait what am I doing?! I don't even know these people! They said they would protect me but how do I know they aren't the ones that are putting me in danger?! I dont know, Octavian seemed genuinely concerned about me,  not really about anyone else but still. They said something about parentage and the gods being real. We were all really into greek mythology and Jessie herself had converted to the religon but that seems so preposterous. Could my friends and I all be demigods? Were those guys at the auto shop all demigods as well? Octavian didn't sound Greek more Roman course they were similar. I feel my face heat up the more I think about how right it felt when he held me...Wait a second! Do I...? Does he...?

The sound of madness by Shinedown starts playing pulling me out of my thoughts. I notice the mirror has started to fog up so I quickly get into the shower. Like I said before practice had been brutal. We must have done a hundred push ups and run fifty laps. All because the stupid freshman cant shut up when they're told to. The hot water felt amazing and I was so tired I almost fell asleep washing my hair. I finish and get out pausing at the door way. I have a towel but I don't want Reme to sneak up on me and it fall off so I yell for him to see if hes home. Don't judge its happened  before and it will not happen again. He doesn't answer. I exit the bathroom and go into my room closing the door behind me. I pick out some pj pants and a tank top and put them on.

I turn off my music to dry my hair and as soon as I turn it off I hear a weird noise coming from down stairs. I freeze. Its probubly just some pots shuffling in the cabnets like they sometimes do or the ice box emptying itself. There it is again the same noise but it moved from the kitchen to the living room. It sounded like someone or something walking around down there. One word pops into my mind, Cyclops. Those guys had said something about Cyclops. I grab my pocket knife off my night stand and start to creep down the stairs.

"Hello...?" I shout. No answer. I get to the bottom of the stairs my back against the wall that separates the stairs from the living room. The sound again this time coming towards me. Every inch of me is screaming to go back upstairs and just call the police but I have to see what it is for myself.  I peek around and see nothing. All of a sudden I'm tackled to the ground and being slobbered on.

"Cletus?! Oh my gods you scared the fuck out of me!" I say. I had completely forgotten about the big lug. I push him off me and try to wipe the slobbery off me. The happy-go-lucky dog just sits in front of me tail wagging.

"But how could anybody forget about you your so huge!" I baby talk to him scratching his ears. He just looks up at me with adorable eyes. I climb the stairs agian with Cletus by my side. I dry my hair and get into bed. Cletus takes his usual spot laying on my legs barely fitting on the bed long ways. I turn off my lamp and deft into a deep sleep with a certain guy still in the back of my mind.