My mother came upstairs gently knocking on my door and peering in to see if I was awake. She looked worried.
I gave a faint smile and nodded my head.
She pushed the door fully open and stepped into my room. She lowered herself onto the end of my bed.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Pretty good I suppose, a little shaken, and I have the feeling like I have slept for weeks." I rubbed my eye. "Sorry for ignoring you for so long. I just had to think."
"That's ok sweetie," she soothed rubbing my leg, "you had me worried. What happened any way?"
"I... I..." I couldn't seem to get the words to come out of my mouth. "I don't really want to talk about it."
I gave a weak smile hoping to reassure her, and if not do that at least give her a hint.
She nodded before standing up and leaving the room. Just after she had shut the door and I thought I was in the clear. I heard a distant;
"Call James, he's been worried sick."
I had to laugh, the two of them had probably been talking all afternoon.
I reached across to my bed side table where my phone was sitting on charge.
I pulled the charger cord from the phone and flopped back onto my bed.
I sighed and dialled James' number.
The phone had barely ring once before it was answered.
"You know how much I hate you right now." he yelled.
I laughed before sarcastically replying, "what no hello? No good morning? No how are you? Nice to know that in 24 hours your manners have disappeared."
"If we were talking in person right now, my hand would be connecting with your face."
"oh and why would that be?" I had to push my luck, what fun would this conversation be if I didn't.
He took the bait easily, "You know exactly what you did, you had me worried sick, you could have been hit by a car on your way home, you could have got into a street fight, you could have gone home and committed self harm, for all I knew you ended up in prison fro committing a serious crime. And where would that have left me, feeling like the worlds worst friend, feeling like I was the reason for your pan and suffering. Next time you decide to go running of looking like your going to murder someone, please, give me a heads up. Cause I really don't want to be the one searching for a lawyer and paying for your bail. Or worse yet, a funeral."
"You know how easily your get wound up, you panic and have a worried seizure at the slightest sign of harm or danger. If I were some stranger that had never actually met you, in these situations, you pull of a typical 16 year old, female cheerleader."
