𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whoosh of the rain and wind wouldn't fade into the background.

I couldn't sleep until after midnight, when the rain had finally settled into a peaceful drizzle.

In the morning, I headed to the bathroom to find it locked. "Vincent?" I ask, knocking on the door.

He opens the door before I can finish knocking and walks out of the bathroom. "All yours." he says, as he walks past.

I walk inside, close the door, and start to get myself ready.

Breakfast with Auntie Mel was quiet. She wished me good luck at school, and I thanked her.

She left the house first, off to the hospital where she worked as a nurse. After she left, I sat at the table in the small kitchen, looking around.

Nothing changed.

My mother painted the cabinets a bright yellow eighteen years ago in a wasted attempt to bring some light into the house.

Vincent came running down the stairs at that moment, his hair in a man bun. I could fully see his face structure now. He walks up to the table and grabs an apple. "How was your night?" He muttered, biting into the apple.

"Fine." I answered.

He was staring at me with an unfathomable expression. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You ready?" He asked as he walked back into the family room.

"Yup."

I donned my jacket, which had the feel of a biohazard suit, and headed out into the rain. It was raining still, not enough to soak me through immediately though.

I couldn't pause and admire my truck again, I was in a hurry to get out of the misty rain.

As I reached my truck, something caught my jacket, yanking me back. "Where do you think you're going?" Vincent asks, frowning down at me.

I didn't even realize that he was following me.
"To school?" I ask, confused.

"Come on Delilah. Let's go." He laughs, pulling me by my jacket. "Let go!" I insisted and he ignored me. I staggered along sideways as he continued to drag me until we reached his car. Then he finally freed me and I stumbled against the passenger door.

"You are so pushy!" I yell.

"It's open," was all he responded. He got into the driver's side.

"I have a car, why do I need to ride with you?" I stood by his car, fuming, but it started to rain harder now.

He lowered the automatic window and leaned toward me across the seat. "Get in, Delilah."

I didn't answer. I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching my truck before he could catch me.

"I'll just drag you back," he threatened, guessing my plan.

I tired to maintain the little dignity I had as I got I into his car. I wasn't very successful, my hair was almost damp now and my boots squeaked.

"This is so unnecessary. You just like feeling in control and it's annoying." I said stiffly.

He didn't answer. He fiddled with the controls, turning up the heat and putting the music up. As he pulled out of the driveway, I prepared to give him the silent treatment with my face in full pout mode.

The school wasn't as far as I hoped. As we got closer to it, I could see how big it was in size. He parked in front of the school next to a small building, which had a sign over the door reading front office.