Rushing up the stairs, whatever grandma was telling me was drowned out by the sound of my own heart that was furiously pounding against my rib cage, begging to just give out. I knew for a fact that I couldn't lie well enough to make her believe that I was home by myself for the past two and a half days.
Opening my closet doors to find Brandon gazing at me, his grin grew sinister as his voice was hoarse and crisp.
"Lucifer has come," he stepped foot out of the closet, wrapping his arms around me tight, whispering in my hear with the same voice which he knew for a fact caused my skin to crawl "to consume your soul."
"Brandon!" I let out a squeal, my eyes shut tight as i attempted to squirm away from his embrace. He quickly placed his hand over my mouth and pulled me close, shushing me, I guess he knew that if I were loud enough my grandma would figure something was up.
"I'm sorry, babe." He laughed, still holding tight. "I'm done. I promise." His word cause me to relax.
"We need to get you out of here." I must've sounded like I wanted him to go. I could tell because he quickly glanced off to the side as soon as the words escaped my lips. "Hey," I pulled him closer, his eyes met mine, and I quickly glanced down toward the floor. "You know I want you to be here. But you also know that if my grandma finds you shirtless in my closet, that's not going to work out very well." And with that, the creaking of wood caused me to quickly walk him back into the closet. He looked rather aggravated. I let a soft smile spread along my cheeks.
"You must think this is hilarious don't you?"
"Kind of." I admit. His smile caused my cheeks to grow warm, I slowly closed the doors.
"Sylvia, can you help me?" Grandmas voice soft from behind the locked door. "I can't figure out how to get the TV to stop speaking to me in Spanish." I open the bedroom door to find my grandma's small figure infront of me. Her hair pulled back into a clip, grey fly away strands framing her face. Her cheeks had a red blotchy complexion to them, for she looked exhausted.
"You know you didn't have to walk all the way up here."
Going back and forth, our conversations grew blunt. I decide to make a sandwhich only eating half while listening to grandma rant about her drive home from a couple towns over.
"And your grandfather wanted to stay so," she openly took the second half of the sandwhich. My hand aching, I sink into the couch. "You don't mind. Right?"
"Not at all." I lied to myself. Accepting the fact that she waits on us hand over foot, I let it be.
The hours stretched on. Anxiety clawed at my chest. I sank into my own thoughts. The night was drawn out from the distance and fell over the horizon like a soft blanket of glimmering stars. I still hadn't gotten the chance to check up on Brandon. For all I know he could be asleep on my bed, and that kind of worried me due to possibility my grandma could easily walk in my room and see him. But I actually hope he got out of the closet by now, I wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable.
"It's late, hunny. I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Good idea," I watched as she stood to her feet. "You need anything?"
"No." Her voice sprawled out into an over exaggerated sigh. "I have to wake up early to go back to Cleveland. God only knows what's going on over there." Exhaling and letting the anxiety and the burden of figuring out a plan simply sprang from my chest and walked away.
"Make sure you drive safe though. Call me downstairs before you leave." I quickly grab my tea and run upstairs.
"So do you want me crawl out of the window and run for it like I'm a burglar or?
"Yeah. Cause that's not suspicious at all."
"You know I'm joking right?" With that, I felt stupid.
"Yeah. Of course." I deny.
"Well what are we going to do, seriously?" His grip around me grew tighter, I nuzzled into him and sighed softly. I didn't want him to leave. I loved laying around with our legs tangled together. I didn't want him to leave any time soon.
"Sylvia?" He called, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to fall asleep.
"She's leaving again in the morning."
"But when happens if she comes back unexpectedly again?"
"I don't know." And with that, I had a feeling I spoke to loud, louder than I should have. "I just don't want you to go." I explained softly, fear of starting an argument.
"Listen, I don't want to either. Don't think that I do. I just don't want to get caught and risk losing you."
"I know." Closing my eyes, I pulled him closer. Closer is all I craved right now.
