Catch Me

Chapter 3

After our breakfast at Mc Donald, we headed home straight away. Usually when I am at the centre of town, it is a must for me to enter a shop, but knowing that none of us had a shower yet. Better just keep the feeling later. Seriously, the smell is getting to some people when we were at Mc D, imagine entering the shops. Eeee..

When we arrived home, I headed straight to my room to take a shower, so did Sophie while Aaron went to the living room and watched the television. Helen went to the guest room, which is where she will be staying while she is here.

After my shower, I just wore some baggy clothes and let loose my hair as I was not planning on going out today. Just as I was just about to take the first step of the stairs to head downstairs, I heard someone sniffling. I tried to capture the sound much clearly, hopefully I'll know where it's coming from. Then, I noticed it was from Sophie's room. Not again.

-SOPHIE'S POV-

After sending mom and dad to the airport, I thought then we could straight away go home. Sadly, Helen's stomach was making a rumbling sound due to hunger and then only I remembered that none of us had breakfast yet. So, I just told myself to hold on and that I can get through it.

While in the car, I lied my head on the side board of the car and pretended to be asleep, but to be honest, a stream of tears raced down my cheeks. When we reached Mc D I tried to dry the tears out, but my eyes was visibly looking very watery. I just pretended that I had a very deep sleep and that I was just too exhausted.

Once we have reached home, I went straight to my room and locked the doors. I turned around, my back facing the door, and right there and then, I slid downwards towards the floor and a single tear slid down from my warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it's way down my pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a cry baby. I just have deep feelings for people. I care for people much more than they care for me. I'm not trying to say that my parents don't care for me, they do, they really do. I'm happy they went, because I know they will be happy there. The problem is just that I tend to get worried too much that something will happen to them, maybe during the journey heading to Paris or probably when they are there in Paris. My imaginations always run wild, and it tend to torture me at times. I just hope they will be safe, that's all. No harm done.

Just as I was still sobbing, I heard a knock on my door. I straight away got up and ran to the toilet and looked at the mirror to check on how I looked, and it wasn't such a nice view, as my eyes were puffy and I had a running nose. I washed my face a bit and wipe it, hoping that I will at least look much better. Sadly, my eyes and nose still looks red.

"Sophie, are you okay in there?", I heard Scarlett call me through the door.

"Yes, I'm fine." I tried to assure her from accross the closed doors, crossing my fingers hoping she believes me. I really don't want her to see me like this.

"Well, if you are so-called okay, then prove it to me. Open the door!" Scarlett is still firm on her decisions, knocking the door even harder and louder than before.

'You're doing a great job as a big sister, Scarlett.' I thought to myself.

I gave a thought about it for a few minutes. Should I or shouldn't I? If I open the door and just smile, maybe she wouldn't notice that I was crying, then she would just leave. If I don't open the door and let her wait for too long, she might get suspicious. 'Just open the door girl.' I forced myself. As I was opening, I was praying inside that she wouldn't notice my read eyes and puffy nose.