I'm Not Of This World

Chapter 22: Utter regret

MIKAYLA DAVIS

As I pace to and fro the living room with my phone in hand, there's only one thing that does not leave my mind.

What is Arnold doing to jayden?

God saw how hard i tried to stop him from doing anything stupid, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Mom and dad may be on their way anytime soon, and if they come back home and see Arnold isn't back... we'll be grounded for weeks, months if not years!

I take my phone once again and try calling Arnold.

"Welcome to voicem-" I hang up

That is what it says every single time I try calling.

I thump my body on the couch.

"Ugh!" I groan in frustration

I feel like crying, I feel angry, I feel all these different emotions I can not even keep up with them myself.

Mixed emotions?

Most probably.

But one thing I know I feel right now is disappointment.

I'm so disappointed in arnold. I understand him being protective of me, but going to the extent where he has to hurt a person doesn't justify it at all.

It would've been a bit better if he could've simply insulted jayden, but reaching to the point in which violence is required really makes me disappointed in him.

We come from far, but for Arnold to go back to what he used to be? Makes all the effort we've done together as siblings go in the bin.

I hear the doorknob move,

So I hastily picked up my exhausted self from the couch and sprinted to the entrance door.

*A harsh knock*

I quickly reached for the keys and put it in the keyhole.

I twist the keys so that I open the door, and as the door opens,

I see a frustrated, sweaty face, and palm arnold, push me to the side as he barges in.

I stumble to the side.

Ouch, that was painful,

I hear and see arnold panting excessively and has fear written all over his face.

I cross my arms beneath my chest and look at him.

He paces around the living room for ten seconds and sits down immediately.

He rests his elbows on his knees, and i see his chest rise up and down heavily.

He groans and starts rubbing his temples as a coping mechanism to cool him down.

"Mom and dad?" He pants heavily with his brows lifted

"They're not yet here,"

He sighs in relief

Although I still see his face filled with regret and confusion.

"Why are you asking, though? You would've seen their car on the driveway if there were to be here, isn't it?"

He frowns his brows and then looks at me but says nothing.

He stands up again and starts pacing through the room.

I let out a loud sigh and sit down.

I decide to take the TV remote and switch it on.

Trying to distract myself from all this, I just scroll past all these random TV channels available.