Tangled, Tied & Pressured (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three:Here Comes The Sirens And Never Ending Beeps Of Machinery

Chapter Three: Here Comes the Sirens and Never Ending Beeps of Machinery

I couldn’t help but overthink, even though it’s only been half-a-day since Rose has been gone. I had been trying to locate her or at least make contact, but still no results. On top of it, I can’t believe in the time it took me to switch schools and come back everything, including Cameron has changed. The sad part is it’s only been three months! I felt like I was surrounded by utter defeat.

Before I arrived home, I made a stop at Rose’s house. Turns out her parents haven’t seen her either, since she came to my house that is. Although they had a hunch she would be with me. Now that they knew she wasn’t, they wanted to call the police department. I had to intervene. I made some good arguments, such as the police couldn’t do anything until forty-eight hour time period has elapsed. Rose is also a big girl and can find her way around town. She’s made that quiet evident. That wouldn’t hinder my personal investigation of trying to find her.

 I spoke with her parents because it seemed necessary. Thankfully they understood; they just wanted her to be home safely. Then again, parents act differently depending on whose nearby. Her parents reassured me she wasn’t going to be in any trouble, causing me to push the doubt out of my mind. Some people would question my decision, but I thought it would be best if nothing was repeated from that night she spent at my house.

 Home, sweet home, as cliché as it sounds.  I was too drained to do anything; mentally and physically drained. I ordered take out and took a long hot shower. Whenever I feel stressed, I stand lifeless in the shower. I love the feeling of hot water cascading down my body, as if in a race to see which one reaches the bottom first. After I brushed my teeth and literally jumped into my bed. I was so happy it was Friday.

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My eyes were barely open, just enough to see the time on the clock. It was three thirty-five. I still had about five hour till my Saturday officially started. To pass the time I turned on my computer, logged into my Wattpad and started to re-read To Kiss a Drug Addict. I never get tired of reading that story. I love the deep and inspiring meaning that people can learn from behind it. Whenever I bring it up, my friend, Adri starts to fret because she didn’t edit it. She was the reason I joined Wattpad. We are the opposite. Adri prefers to share her stories with the world than friends; I rather share with friends. Sometimes a person should be anonymous and get strangers opinions because a stranger usually can be less objective and be honest; whereas, your friend is too blinded by love for you to truly critique you.

 I reached to Chapter 20: Under the Treetops, when my mom walked in, asking if I was awake. For once she’s actually home.

“Yes mom? I’m awake.”

“I didn’t expect you to be up at five o’clock in the morning, I was going to leave you a note. I’m going to work now, but I’ll be back before mid-day and I was thinking when I got back we should spend time together. I know I’ve been awfully busy lately.”

“Yea sounds great.”

“Good Bye. Love You.”

“Love you too.”

I finished reading the other chapters I had left before I decided to get up and make breakfast. Mid-day came and went; no text or missed call. Practically, I wasted the whole day away waiting for my mom to come.  

****************************Monday Morning**************************************

As I walked into first hour, I was still feeling disappointed yet not surprised. It was like my mom to break promises and cancel plans at the last minute. I couldn’t help but wonder why I had spent my weekend waiting for her. Why did I think things would be different this time? I knew that she usually did these things. It was no shock when I received that call late Sunday from her claiming that she had a surprise, last minute business trip. I spent all first hour wondering why I couldn’t have a dependable mom like most people.