The next two weeks was the same routine, hanging out with my friend, sleeping at my father's house on the weekend, wandering around town and sleeping at my mother's house during the work days.
Amiya had stopped texting me after a week, she also stopped appearing wherever I went.
My worry started to rise to the point that my brother, the most oblivious Pat, began to ask questions.
My appetite started to diminish as my guilt began to rise.
Why do I feel this way?
You already blind? Your head over heels the moment you saw her.
Shut it. Don't need my gut to make my guilt worse
Go to her house then, you lovestruck fool, besides you can give her parents the excuse of getting your jacket that you let her borrow
Yeah, yeah.
Before I knew it I was back at Amiya's house, prepared to knock on the front door. I lowered my hand and pulled my phone out, seeing if she had said anything about where her room window was.
"Upstairs above front porch" I whispered to myself
Being Romeo? Don't fall
Shut up.
The roof of the front porch was low enough for me to reach, so using the pillar on one side as a foot hold I clambered to the top, the window now in sight.
Checking out my chosen entrance, I spotted a flimsy lock that probably could be pried open with my knife.
After a few minutes of trying to slide my knife under the window so I can snap the lock by simply lifting, I spotted some wide, questioning eyes that glowed a brilliant hazel brown.
I froze, trying to see the face that carried those eyes. The window opened with the person, that I now recognize as Amiya, holding a finger to their mouth as if to say be quiet.
I hopped through, making as little noise as I possibly could and face Amiya who was slowly shuffling back to what I presumed to be her bed.
She curled into a ball and covered herself with my jacket. Eyes watering a little as if tears were forming.
"You're not fine, are you?" I asked, now genuinely worried.
She shook her head, a quiet whimper escaping her as she pulled my coat tighter around her.
I walked over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed. Surprised as Amiya snaked out her hand and grabbed mine.
Someone groaned from downstairs, the noise causing Amiya's eyes to widen and push me towards her closet.
I did as she wanted, knowing she was scared of what would happen if she was found with me.
As soon as I was stuffed in her closet, Amiya sat on her bed where I could see her through the keyhole.
The bedroom door slammed open, the frame creaking from the force.
"You, whore, get downstairs and make me lunch." Said a rage filled voice, slurring each word.
Amiya stood and slowly walked out of the room, out of my line of sight when I heard a loud slap and a gasp of pain.
The sound of thumping followed, like someone kicking someone against a wall, moans of pain accompanied each thump.
Standing back up I could only gasp myself, confused on why someone would dare do such a thing.
"The fuck was that noise, you hiding a rat in here?"
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Dream unto Dust
General FictionJJ, a small town boy that seems tough but has a softer heart. During one vacation he notices a girl that he has never seen before in his hometown. One day while visiting his friend's workplace to talk, JJ notices the same girl again and once she is...
