Stolen Love

Chapter Fourteen

I am woken up by the sound of someone shrieking.  I groan and cover my head with my pillow trying to block out the terrible noise of my alarm clock.  Why can't today be a Saturday? I silently ask myself as I slam my fist down on the annoying little machine.  I grudgingly throw the covers off my body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.  Never in my life have I been as tired as I am now.  Gregory told me I would be tired, so I guess I can't say he didn't warn me, but he could have at least said I would be just a little more than tired, he could have said I would be dead on my feet! I let myself slowly slide off the bed until my feet touch the soft fabric of my carpet and start the trek for my morning coffee.  This was going to be a long day.

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As soon as my feet touch the cold tile of the kitchen floor, chills shoot their way up my spine.  I hate coldness, and that is what Lex prefers, which I have no idea why. 

"And who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart. Your'e gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.  So don't come back for me, who do you think you are?" I hear Lex singing along to the radio.  She wasn't her normal 'good-morning' person, and she was singing a sad song.  I loved it when she sang, her voice is beautiful and full of emotion.  I've tried to talk her into going and getting a record deal, since she has the resources, but she always says no.  She's shy and doesn't like to be in front of large crowds, let alone sing in front of them.

"Lex, your sad song singing is making the room freezing cold." I scolded her jokingly, as I reached into the cabinet to get a coffee cup.  I hate it when she's in a bad mood, because then I'm sad, too.  I sit my cup down on the counter and turn around when she doesn't say anything.  She was just staring into the pot of oatmeal she was cooking, looking lost.  I walk over to her and lay a hand on her shoulder, "Lex. What's wrong?" I ask her, ready to give advice if she wanted it.  She looked up at me like she was coming out of a dream. 

"What?" She asked, dazed. "Why would anything be wrong?" She tried to answer my question with a question of her own, trying to make me forget.

"Well, for one thing, you're burning the oatmeal." I quietly tell her and point towards the pot.  She looked surprised when she looked down to see that it was turning black and steaming, I wish she would tell me what's bothering her.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry. That was your breakfast." She started, looking like a sad kitten. I stopped her, and gave a slight smile at her different way of trying to change the subject.

"You know I'm perfectly fine with eating cereal, I've always told you that. But you insist on cooking.  Now, sit down and tell Momma what's bothering you." I demanded as I turned the stove off and pushed her into a chair.  I pulled up a chair beside her and straddled it.  Lex had her hands wrapped in knots in her lap and I reached over and untangled them.

"Well, I'm going to sound stupid, because there is no reason why I should feel-"

"This isn't about Jeremy is it?" I cut her off with my question. If it was, what in the world was I going to do, I'd give terrible advice if it has to do with him.  She looked away and then looked back down at her lap.  I barely heard her whisper 'yes'.  I tried not to sigh, but it accidentally slipped through my lips, honest.

"Ok. Go on. I promise I won't make any rude comments. I will be as polite as I can possibly manage." I told her as I tried to hold my strict face, which usually makes her laugh, because I'm not a strict person. 

"Well, I keep trying to call him and he never answers.  He told me he would call me the last time I saw him. And now I'm worried." She tried not to let me see how much this was hurting her, but I could see it in her eyes when she looked up at me. 

"So, he told you he would call you, and he hasn't. You've tried to call him multiple times and he didn't answer?" I asked her slowly, making sure I got everything.  She nodded her head yes. "So, what do you think is going on? Do you think he's been injured or something?" I ask her, trying not to upset her by the thought of him being dead.

"I think he could be hurt or passed out somewhere with no help or phone." She said, and it seems like it's taking all her energy to keep herself from crying, which I'm sure she's been doing during the night.

"Are you sure that he's not just blowing you off?" I quietly questioned.

"No, he's not! He told me he loved me and wanted to get married!" She basically shouted and would have jumped up if it wasn't for my hand holding her down.

"Settle down, girly.  What do you want to do, to see if he is ok?" I asked her, and I knew I was going to regret asking it, because I had an idea about what her answer would be.

"I want to go to his house and see if he is there and needs help." She said, and I wasn't at all surprised. I knew she would want to do that.

"Ok, well, do you know where he lives?" I asked her, hoping that she didn't.

"Yes. We, uh, went there a couple of nights." She said as a blush rose to her cheeks. I groaned to myself inwardly. Noo, how could she have done that? I felt so guilty for letting this happen.

"Ok, well, how about we go there on the weekend, that way we can finish up the work we have this week?" I asked her, well, more begged her. Because I did not want to go to his house today, when I'm tired as all get out.  No thank you, please, I wanna be fully awake and prepared for attack when I walked through his front door.

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Wow! It's been awhile since I wrote a chapter for this story! I'm sorry if it's not that good! It's almost 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm tired!  The song that Lex was singing was Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.  Oh my gosh you guys, I'm going to Six Flags tomorrow and I'm so excited! I've never been and it looks really fun! Comment your experiences from Six Flags?

This chapter's song will be(obviously): Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri