The Rest of Forever

Chapter 4

Important note!! This chapter has a lot of swearing...sorry if that bothers you :(

Dylan and I were lounging on his bed, doing homework on Sunday afternoon. He couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of vertical angles and I was explaining them to him. I love geometry, it’s one of my best subjects. But, instead of keeping up with me, Dylan has this vacant expression on his face that tells me even if I dumb it down the the point where a four year old child would understand, he still wouldn’t grasp the point.

“Be right back,” I told him. As good as I am at it, I can’t take geometry for too long without a break.

I padded down the luxurious plush carpeted hallway. Trying to find the bathroom. Everyone else, besides Carter and me lived on this long hall. Peeking into various rooms I finally found the massive bathroom. It still took me a while to find my way, especially in unfamiliar parts of the house. I’d gotten used to the tight quarters of me and Carter, one shared wall, and a shared bathroom. Unlike in my past, he doesn’t barge in while the water is running, because he knows that I need the privacy. What a gentleman.

White marble surfaces glinted up at me. All around there were mirrors and polished stone and sparkling white tiles. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a diamond. Feeling slightly out of place, I walk over awkwardly to the mirror to inspect my hair and face.

I have really long honey blonde hair, that I am so proud of. I hate getting it cut other than just a trim because I feel like a piece of me is being cut off. I think a part of the problem is that my mother is the only person to cut my hair. When it gets really unmanageable, I take house scissors and give my long hair a snip.

I have big hazel eyes and a long face with a narrow chin. I sometimes get picked on for being small but in reality I could probably kick most people’s asses. I’m only 5’4” and maybe 115 pounds soaking wet. I start to contemplate my nose, searching out for the blackheads, when a small brown spider glides down in front of my face on an invisible silk string. Instead of killing it or walking away like any perfectly normal person would I scream bloody murder. You might say I have a slight fear of spiders.

Mckayla, Gage, and Dylan all rush in with makeshift weapons. Dylan was brandishing his textbook as if he was ready to bludgeon someone with it. Mckayla was holding her steaming flat iron. Half of her head was smooth and shiny, the other half looked like a dead animal, frizzy and out of control. Gage was grasping a heavy looking desk lamp. They all look like they can, and will kill someone if the need be.

“What the fuck is going on?” Gage yells.  Still holding the desk lamp as if it was a battering ram. He runs into the bathroom, pushing aside the shower curtain to see if there was a murder, holding his mother’s sawed off head for ransom.

“There was a huge spider,” I pant, pointing to the wall. I have a huge irrational fear of spiders, and anything with more than four legs.

“Ugh , you’re such a girl,” Dylan whines and immediately turns on his heel to finish his homework, or more likely talk to his girlfriend on Facebook -- because at this rate, he wouldn’t even be able to do any of his math homework.

With a disdainful eye roll, Gage leaves Mckayla and me to our own devices to find and kill the spider. We were peeking into the corners of the walk in stand up shower but the little demon was no where.

Her phone vibrates loudly on the sink and Mckayla drops everything, including her steaming hot iron, an inch away from my foot. I am about the curse at her when she starts to scream. And guess what, no one came running for her. Funny.

“Oh my gosh! My dad is here!” Mckayla shrieks, while I am inspecting the shiny white sink for traces of the little demon. “Mom just texted me, he’s the best, Caitlyn, you have to meet him!” she grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the front door, and the whole time I am wondering why on earth they have to text each other while they are all in the same house.