CURSED [Editing]

Chap 21: Lilly's turn

Lilly Collins.

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"Yes?"

Opening in the door, I stuck my head inside her room and looked for her; only to find her sitting up on her bed with her sketch book, her face lost in concentration. Several pages of her note book were sticking out and she was mainly focussing on the top one, scratching her pencil on it expertly.

Pulling a smile, I waved at her and took a seat beside her on the bed, "I wanted to check on you. Do you feel better now?"

She stopped sketching and looked at me, her face etched in a frown, "Is Amy back?"

I looked down and traced my finger along the pattern on the comforter. Releasing a reluctant sigh, I look up and nod once, "Yeah, she is back."

"Why do you say it like that? Is she okay?"

"No-.. I mean yes...she is completely fine. You don't need to worry at all."

Sarah looked much relieved by the fact and I let the topic die as it is. No need to worry her. Neither her nor Spencer. They are still kids.... I mean as compared to us, they are are still kids. They need to enjoy and relax for a bit and neither I nor the certain circumstances shall disturb their peace while we are here for the limited time being.

Recalling that she didn't answer my question, I asked again, "You didn't tell me.... how are you doing?"

She groans and keeps the notebook aside with her pencil, "Ugh.. Please don't ask that... My head will ...literally explode if I think about it again..."

She looked at me scowling, "I mean... Who even let me drink that much?"

I shrugged and then smirked at her, "Well, it's all your fault dummy.... You were being an ass to everyone and then drank one drink after another...."

She groaned again and burried herself inside the covers.

I stuck a finger into her side, chuckling and finding it hard to keep a straight face while teasing her, "And what was that you said the name of the drink was...." I faked pondering over the name, "Oh yeah... Sex on the Beach was it?"

She groaned again, "It was more orange than red, wasn't it?... I think they rigged it or something... Just let me see that Brady guy again and I will show him..." She got out from the covers and humphed, her face red from the heat of the comforter.

I laughed and let her be, after reminding her that she ought to come down for dinner in an hour. She groaned a fourth time when I told her that I'll be cooking and not Spencer; though this time she sounded louder- like she was more antagonized by my cooking than her hangover.

I can proudly say that I handled it pretty good and grinded and added only four extra chillies in her pasta this time.

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At nearly nine, there was a knock at the door. More like banging. The twins had already retired to their rooms after having dinner since their heads were still sore from the drinking and we three were sitting together in silence, no doubt thinking about the same ordeal; me and Amy on the couch and Adam on the wooden recliner. We all knew that we were still here because we were thinking over the problem but I think it was because Amy didn't yet want to go upstairs to her room alone.

I anxiously looked at Adam when it happened; at the same time he looked at us.

I nodded and stood up, as Adam began creeping to the other side to pick up the long log of wood he cut in the backyard. I walked over to the door and breathed in to get ready before opening it. It was pretty late at night and strangely, there was a queer mist surrounding the cabin tonight; not letting see anything past our own porch lights. Thus I don't have to state a reason for my fear; especially after what Amy told us.