Secrets That Remain: The Untold [Book 1]

Chapter 16: Chit-Chatting and Kidnapping

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My eyes are wide open, staring a hole into my room's ceiling. I just want to sleep for a good fucking hour. I am dead exhausted.

"Ahh!" I hear a scream from the kitchen. What in the fucking world!
One fucking second of peace is not written in my stars. Should I die or just kill someone? No, intrusive thoughts won't do me good. I have to snap out of this. I close my eyes to 'mediate' or anything close to that.

My closest to mindfulness is maimed by the loud chuckling noises coming from the kitchen. Again. What the— What are they even doing in there? I punch and kick my quilt in frustration. I stand up pressed with an urgent need to push some sense into their stupid brain but as I stand, my vision turns upside-down— swaying like trees amidst a storm; as blurry as a glass window after a good rain. What with this lightheadedness? Am I anemic now? I sigh.

Supporting my body against the doorframe to the walls, I slowly but steadily make my way toward the kitchen. "Why are you shouting first thing in the morning, Sara?" I question. Even my clouded eye-sight is annoying me right now; I rub my eye to bring some clear vision to it but it ain't helping as things still look a whit blurry.

"Good morning to you, too." She gives me a smart-ass reply.
Did I ask you that, buddy?
She smiles at me and I yawn to her face to let her know that those replies are just like her— lame-ass.

Her eyes are throwing hateful draggers at me but I am too tired to care about any. "Whatever," I dismiss her attempt to start a fight with me. "Good morning, babe." I greet Maddie as our eyes lock. I give him a side-hug and he pats my head. He smells heavenly.

"Should I serve you breakfast?" she asks as she looks over me.

"No, I will eat one later." The sight of food is making me nauseous. I inwardly hope that I am not making any obvious expression of discomfort as I run my hand through my hair. I don't want to ruin their appetite. "It feels like the whole Orchestra is playing in my head. It fucking hurts like a motherfucking bitch." I slam my palm on my head, in hopes that this aggression will bring some comfort.
It didn't.

"Want some Advil?"

"Nah. Just a peaceful home will do," I never wanted to roll my eyes at someone—something this bad. If they could keep the noises just down a notch or two, I would have been able to get a fucking nap.

"What did I even do? Why are you taking out your frustration on me?" she questions with almost teary eyes. Shit!

"What's wrong, Alex?" now even Maddie is looking at me like I am the villain—like I am the bad guy. Maybe I am. I snort.