Lessons Unlearned

Chapter 7

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS DRUG TALK IN IT! DRUG OVERDOSE MENTIONED! BACKSTORY OF DRUG USE! IF THAT IS TRIGGERING TO YOU DON'T READ!

Waking up the next morning I put on a clean T-shirt and some lose fitting sweatpants. The pants are easier to get over my cast if they are lose. I ditch the crutches and hobble down the stairs the best I can with the half leg cast.

"Annalise, where are your crutches! You're gonna injury your foot more." Trevor scoops me up and brings me to the living room. He sets me on the couch between my grandparents.

"Dad I don't like the crutches." I laugh slightly with him as he ruffles my hair.

"I know you don't, but your foot needs to rest in order to heal okay?" He smiles at me as I nod my head.

Things could be great here without Jaclyn. I think to myself.

"So Annalise are you gonna be jumping out of anymore windows?" Grandma questions me, looking at me with her reading glasses on.

"Nope! Definitely not I've learned my lesson grandma." I smile at her. I don't mind calling them grandpa and grandma. Just the same as I don't mind calling Trevor dad. Jaclyn though I hate calling her mom, it makes my blood boil to be forced to call her that.

She pats my leg and I turn my attention to Conrad.

"Grandpa do you think you could talk to mom and see if she will give my brother and I our instruments back?" I ask him politely. I have been wanting to play, craving it actually. Plus it would give us something to do, something to distract ourselves from all of this.

"I will talk to her, but if she still says your grounded I'm not sure if I will be able to get her to budge." He frowns slightly.

I nod my head.

"Okay." I turn my attention to the tv that grandpa is watching. Some comedy show is playing but it's one I never heard of before.

William comes out of his room still wearing his pajamas. His hair is slightly messy from sleep too.

"Where's mom?" William questions as he sits on the loveseat next to dad.

"She went out. She has some things she needs to take care of. Her words not mine. She'll be back in a few hours." Grandma says to us, while flipping through the pages of her book.

I sigh and hop on one foot to the kitchen. I sit in a chair at the table. I stare out the large bay window longing to have some freedom. Just wanting to go lay outside in the grass, watch the clouds. They definitely won't allow us outside, especially after what happened yesterday. I can't believe we had gotten away and then William had to trust some park ranger who took us back to our prison. I wonder if they have some connection, maybe they use to date, maybe they are just good friends. Whatever the reason is, he will get what comes to him when we get free. I will make sure the courts know that he took us back to our kidnappers.

I stare out the window watching a humming bird fly around the nectar feeder. It must be nice to just fly wherever you feel like it.

A red car pulls into the driveway. Jaclyn steps out of it after turning the engine off. She locks the doors to the car. Her dark green orbs glare at me through the window. Why is she always glaring at me? Why is she home already?

Jaclyn comes through the front door. She greets her husband and parents in a warm manner. I stay seated in the chair as she makes her way to the kitchen.

"Where are your crutches? You're not suppose to be walking on that foot." Jaclyn states to me, she places her jacket on the back of a kitchen chair.

"They are upstairs I don't like using them." I stare out the window again, refusing to look at her.