My enemy since childhood

Chapter 21

I woke up to the phone vibrating on the bedside table. I put one arm over my eyes to shield myself from the light that insisted on seeping in and reached for my phone. My head hurt like hell and my whole body felt stiff.

When i got hold of the phone i squinted at the screen and that's when it hit me. Quickly, far too quickly, i sat straight up in bed so that it was black for my eyes. Oh my God! i was lying in my bed with my phone on the charger.

Thomas! that was the first thought that hit me like a punch in the stomach.

I had fallen asleep in his arms last night and since then? how did i get in? i had no memory of anything that happened after i have puted my legs in his lap.

Quickly i pulled off the covers and saw that i was still wearing the dress. Thank goodness. But how had i got in? in any case, i hadn't gone up myself, it was then one that has for sure.

Confused, i stared at the phone that was still vibrating in my hand. Brooke's name flashed but i was completely paralyzed so i just watched it until it stopped ringing. What the hell had really happened?

Yes, i hadn't slept with Thomas then, i had the dress on, but had he carried me up? tucked me in and put the mobile in the charger? seriously? a terrifying thought flashed to me, he carried me up to my room. It couldn't be possible! how had he even been allowed into the house? had Dylan come home and that it had been him who had carried me up and tucked me in? it felt the most logical, right?

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed my forehead. Stupid headache!

After a few deep breaths i stood up on shaky legs and looked around. Everything seemed exactly as usual. I turned around and picked up the phone. The clock was 11:46 p.m and i had three missed calls from Brooke.

Where had she gone yesterday anyway? i had only seen her at the beginning of the evening and then she had disappeared without a trace.

After a lot of back and forth, i had managed to crawl out of my dress and put on a pair of sweatpants and a large tank top. Much nicer than a tight little dress. I walked over to my large full-length mirror and raised my eyebrows at the sight. The make-up had not only smeared around both eyes but ran down my cheeks, i looked downright awful. With a sigh i picked up a hair tie and put my hair up in a messy bun. I rubbed off as much of the makeup as i could, might as well take a really anxiety and relaxing day today.

When i got out to the common room i hesitated as i looked down the stairs. I turned and looked at Dylan's door which was closed. If he was at home, i would probably have the answer to the question that was grinding in my head. It was just a matter of praying to god that he was alone.

I crept forward and pressed my ear as close to the door as i could but it was completely silent. Maybe he was still asleep. Again, hopefully he slept alone.

As quietly as i could i opened the door and held my breath as the squeaking sound cut through the air. I took a small step forward and poked my head in. Empty. So Dylan hadn't come home last night? or had he come home and walk out again? it was still almost twelve o'clock.

I closed the door, not quite as quietly, and went down the stairs. Mom was probably asleep because she had been working at night because the house was dead quiet, almost too quiet, so i turned on the little radio we had in the kitchen and opened the fridge.

When i picked out yogurt, cold cuts and my favorite sandwiches, i sat down at the kitchen island. I still have to admit that it was quite nice to have this moment all to myself.

I was surfing around on my phone, eating my sandwich and humming some old song that was playing on the radio when there was a knock on the door. No, i was never allowed to be completely alone, i thought as i threw the sandwich down on the bench and stood up with a sigh.