A Cup of Fate

CHAPTER 18: Let The Rain Fall

CHAPTER 18

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” I heard my mom’s voice shrouded me as she took off the covers binding my entire body. The sun rays hit my eyelids that made me flinch.

“Ugh,” I grunted, smothering my face with a pillow. I didn’t feel like getting up any time soon. I just got home from a 7-hour flight for goodness’ sake. My body isn’t ready to do any work today other than lay here on my soft bed rolling over to different positions until I find my comfort place.

“Maggie, Get up!” My mom yelled from downstairs. Her voice was echoing through the four walls of my room, piercing its way through the pillow that has been blocking any noise. It’s not sound proof though, so I can basically hear her. Someone should really make one.

 “Anne Mary Margaret Carson!” She bellowed.

“We didn’t come back here in San Diego,” She aggressively took the pillow from me. I pressed my lids hard as the rays of the sun start to pass through my eyes.

“-For you to spend your time lying on your bed all day!” She fumed. I’d love to talk to my mom but then, like I said, I’m not in the mood to do anything today, so I just ignored her. I’ll just apologize later.

She then grasped for both of my hands and pulled me up. I hesitated to stand up pushing myself back from the comforts of my warm sheets but I was too weak to even resist.

“Ugh,” I groaned. I probably look a lot like one of those zombies in Walking Dead right now, minus the blood all over my face and me being cannibal. I got up my back in a hunchback, my shoulders slumped and lids close to being shut.

“Oh god. Maggie, stop acting like a child!” My mom was really furious by the tone of her voice.

“Gah!” I screeched. She poured over a glass of ice water on my head. Seriously, it was freaking cold it made my face numb. My lips were quivering from iciness and my eyes are wide open. She really does know how to wake me up.

“I’m awake!” I hollered as I raised both of my arms up surrendering with my head lowered down.

“See, isn’t that so easy?” My mom snickered. I took a second to recover from that spill.

 “Come down and eat your breakfast, kiddo!” She screamed as she left. I felt my eyeballs rolling skyward. I lazily got up from bed and fixed myself. I ate my breakfast and went straight to my room after doing so.

I just plopped myself into bed facing my ceiling, looking at how the paint is getting washed up. Maybe I should give this a paint job some time. I breathed heavily listening very closely to my heartbeat.

“Is this what you’re going to do for the rest of our stay here?” My mom asked leaning at the doorframe. I lifted my head up and stared at her.

“Maybe,” I answered, dumping my head back to the bed where it belongs.

“Oh, c’mon Maggie. Do you want me to call Gabby to come over?”

“NO!” I bellowed, bolting upright.  Mom was surprised by what I had said, her brows connecting. Apparently, she still doesn’t know about everything and I don’t want her to. Not yet. I’ll tell her when I fix it, although I’m not sure if I will.  

“I mean,” I gulped. “I’ll just come over her house.” I said faintly.

“Okay.” My mom went downstairs, leaving the door open.

“Waaah!” I grunted out loud. I flung the pillow to the door aiming to close it. It missed. I almost forgot how I still have to see Gabby. I really don’t know how I will approach her. To be honest, I’m scared of her. I may sound like a weakling but yes, I’m petrified when she’s angry. I mean, who wouldn’t? She blows off steam of hot fuming gas when she’s incredibly mad and what scares me the most are her words. Words have a large amount of power over me and it can make me break in a snap. The thought of talking to her terrifies me, let alone see her.