Mortified

chapter 5

 It’s the first time in days that I don’t have a dream about my father. I need to find out about him. I pack my bag again and put them down stairs where rose is making coffee and mom is just reading the newspaper. I come back and look inside and with a deep breath, try to collect all the memories, and then shut it. So much can happen in just 2 days.

“Bye, guys!” I say trying to hold back tears in my eyes. My mom comes to me, and gives me a tight hug. She has been crying since yesterday about something I don’t know. It’s so difficult to leave. Rose is looking to the floor but I know I won’t be able to leave without hugging her. I go to her and give her a hug and a smile and I can feel her body relax under my hug. 

After reaching the hostel, I give the half pizza box I got from the mid-way to Emily, and sit to take all her notes. The weather outside was different. It was cloudy but it just couldn’t rain.  I wasn’t able to understand what she had written because my mind was drifting everywhere but in the terms of psychology. We were both majoring in human psychology. 

“What’s wrong!?” she asks me while a pizza slice in one hand and a diet coke in the other.

“I met a boy.” I tell her, knowing she won’t judge me, “well that’s good, but why are you acting so weird? It’s not like you both did something.” And then after a pause, “Did you?!” she asks with excitement in her voice.

“I kissed him.” And I bury my face in my hand.

“Oh my god. Meadow Hollick, I need details and the most precise ones.”

And I start the whole thing from the sound that night and then ultimately to the kiss and then the disappearance.

“Well, did you find out what happened that night? I mean was he really there or did you imagine him?”

“I didn’t have time to. Anyways it’s not like it would have mattered. He was just a boy. I think he was older to me, maybe 20 or something.” I tell her with a hint of disappointment in my voice, but before she could interrogate me further, I ask her about George. Unfortunate for her but fortunate for me that I don’t have to hear the details of the event, they didn’t do it yet because she was scared. While she was talking I drift back to my room. Oh his touch, his silky hair and his arms…

“Hello, earth to Meow. Anybody” Elm brings me back to today. When we were about 3 and had just started speaking she couldn’t pronounce my name so she used to call me ‘meow’ instead of ‘meadow’ so the name stuck since then.

 “That boy really has had an effect on you. You were smiling when I told you the how we ended up not doing it.”  I smile shyly and then get back to work.

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