Clean

like the river

❀ ʚɞ Adeline ʚɞ ❀

March 13, 2005

"Who the fuck is here?" Grace asked, as I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom.

"I have no idea," I shrugged, "Maybe Patrick or Hugh?"

"Let's go investigate," Grace clapped, practically sprinting out of my room.

The last thing I wanted to do was socialize. I wanted to scream and cry in the shower to sad music. Because I still felt the way I did two months ago, utterly defeated.

I was barely able to get through the day without yelling at someone. I didn't want to be mean, but everyone seemed so concerned about me but still no one asked the right things. I was drowning, and I couldn't keep my head above the water.

Everyday I sunk further into a hole and I knew I wouldn't be able to get out if I continued on like this.

I kept telling myself I needed to tell someone what happened but when I tried nothing came out.

Forcing myself to try and be normal, I made my way downstairs.

I could hear voices from the kitchen, so I headed that way.

"Faster than a whore at a brothel, good sir," Gerard's voice called out, "Egg?"

I walked into the kitchen to see Gerard standing in front of the cooker with a spatula in hand, a blonde who I identified as Gabriella's boyfriend stood next to him, Declan was on one of the bar stools and Grace was beside him.

"Lad," Gabriella's boyfriend chuckled, "Are you old enough to use the cooker without your mammy?"

"Most definitely not," I giggled, making everyone's attention go to me.

"Another one?" Gabby's boyfriend gaped, "How many people live in this house?"

"Well technically only three of us," Declan snickered, "These two just leech off us."

"You're just mad you don't have a leech," Grace stuck her tongue out at Declan.

"My friends don't need to leech, they have their own families," Declan rolled his eyes.

"I'm Addy by the way," I waved to the blonde, "Johnnys little sister."

"And the love of my life," Gerard winked.

"Joey," Gabriella's boyfriend nodded at me.

"Ah, right. I only knew you as Gabby's boyfriend," I laughed.

"That works for me," He grinned.

When Gerard caused the stove to practically light on fire everyone gasped.

"Jesus Christ!" Gerard shouted, "I'm on fire!"

"You're an eejit," Grace snorted, sipping on a cup of tea.

"Give me that thing before you hurt yourself," Joey ordered, snatching the spatula from Gerard's hand.

Joey fiddled with the knobs and wiped the grease from the counters as he muttered, "Fucking private-school boys. Used to having everything done for ye."