Tormented

Chapter 8

'Hi Hun, how was school?' My mother called as I walked through the door.

'Great.' I shout back as always. 'Mum?' I call as I walk into the house to find her.

But I don't have to look hard as she was sitting in the front room in her usual spot, reading.

'New book?' I ask her.

'You know me. I go through them so quickly.' She smiles.

I guess that's easy to do when you don't leave the house...

'Would it be ok if I have someone over to study?'

'You bought a friend home?'

'Not quite.' I mutter under my breath. 'Yeah.' I say louder.

'I wish you would have asked. Carol and Jake are coming over.'

'Oh.'

'You can study in your room?'

'What? Why can't I use the dining room?' I protest.

'Because they're staying for dinner and I don't want you making a mess in there.'

I let out a huff as I walk back to the front of the house where I left Benedict.

'Upstairs.' I point to him.

'You want me to go in your room?' He pulls a face.

'God no, but it's the only free room.' I tell him.

'Lead the way then.' He tells me gesturing to the stairs. 'The sooner we start the sooner we finish.' He adds as he follows me up the stairs.

I don't bother to turn to see his face when I open my door. His house was... perfect and mine was anything but. I didn't need to see the look on his face to see what he must think of my room so I just marched over to my desk, dumping my notebooks down.

'How did you want to do this?' I asked over my shoulder, but before I'd even turned around he was sprawled across my bed, resting on his arm that was tucked behind his head.

Without even realising I was doing it my eyes drifted down his body as he laid there looking at me, making himself comfortable. I almost dropped the pen in my hand as my eyes landed on the little bit of skin showing where his shirt had ridden up, revealing a small sliver of his abs.
It's only when he coughed that I shook my head, before walking over to him and smack his feet for him to get his shoes off my bed.

'Get them off.' I scold him, but he must of misunderstood as he kicks his shoes off before putting his feet back on the bed.

'Why don't you go to parties?' He asks randomly.

'What?'

'You know what a party is?'

I roll my eyes at him.

'Yes I know what a party is...'

'Then why don't you go to any?' He asks tilting his head to the side.

'I don't want to.'

'You got something against having fun?'

'No...' I pause. '... It's just my mum can be... Protective. She doesn't like me going out so much. But she did agree to let me go to James party tomorrow.'

'You're actually going to a party? Fucking hell. never thought I'd see the day.'

'Why do you even care?'

'I was just asking... plus your window is like the perfect escape route.'

'Huh?'

'There's a trellis just outside your window? Must be pretty easy to sneak in and out.'