Chapter 3
I wake in my room with a pounding headache, the memories begin to fall, I remember all the events from the night before, including the car ride home, I remember smelling Will’s cologne which was intertwined with after shave, then all of a sudden there’s a mental blank, a space where it’s been consumed by darkness. It’s bugging me, I normally remember everything I have never once forgotten anything, it’s a weird sensation; I don’t know how to cope with it.
I decide to get up, and get ready for the day; thank goodness it’s the weekend. I wouldn’t know how I would cope with so many people if I had school. I hop into the shower, I just stand there thinking, staring off into space, until the water becomes cold. I think to myself, crap my mum’s going to kill me! I get dressed in black skinnies and a green over-sized top, that has the slogan ‘You have the right to remain silent’ with a picture of a police hat, I let out a little chuckle and continued down the stairs.
I enter the kitchen a bit nosier than I hoped for, but hey its fine my mum doesn’t even notice me, I sit down at the table looking at the yummy food my dad has cooked for us. Pancakes, bacon, and chopped bananas with maple syrup, which is kind of a traditional Saturday breakfast. I dig into it, feeling extremely full afterwards.
I excuse myself from the table and climbed the stairs. I head straight for my room, as I’m sure every teenager does. I left my door open before breakfast so my cat Scar (I was addicted to ‘Lion King’ and still am) is sitting on my bed, TYPICAL! Oh well, I scanned my room to see if anything out of the ordinary had happened whilst I was gone, I looked straight up to my window, I saw glass sprayed across my room, I anxiously ran down the stairs to my parents, wow they are kissing what a site.
‘Get a room!’ I yell at them
They break apart abruptly and just chuckle. They both stopped at once when they saw my expression.
‘What’s wrong?’ They said in unison, also sounding extremely worried, I pointed to my room and they followed me up the stairs.
Once they got into my room, they panicked. My dad instantly ran for the phone, he was so confused he ran straight into the wall, I had to laugh, it made light on this situation. He reached the phone, and did what I assumed to be dialling the police. Instead he was speaking in rapid German, to a guy by the sounds of it. Wait hold up, my dad speaks German? Okay, I stare at my mum confused as anything, and she says,
‘By the way your dad speaks German.’
‘No shit Sherlock! When were you going to tell me this? Is this why you wanted me to take it as a language at school?’
Those questions went unanswered, because my dad had gotten off the phone to the German fellow, He said to me
‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this, but I thought I would never have to use that telephone number, by the way you’re half German.’
‘Well more surprises, anything else you’re not telling me?’
‘No.’ he says. Still a bit confused, rubbing his heads with his finger and thumb.
I look him straight in the eye, and turn to my mum and do the same; I shake my head and storm out of the house, with the intention of going to see Will. The only thing is, I don’t have his address, and I don’t know how we got to where we were last night, and where it was. I pull out my cell, just to find out I had a message, well I didn’t feel that go off, I think to myself. I open it and conveniently it’s from Will.
Alex, it’s William here, I dropped you off last night, and quietly laid you in your bed, the spirit that landed on our bonnet last night was mine to handle not yours, I’m sorry it came in that moment, I pushed it away as quickly as it came, but that particular spirit tends to drain powers from other spirit guardians, anyway there is more and it’s not right to be sent in a text, come by today and we’ll talk, I live at 21a Eden Place.
