Eyes

15. "Hey Clumward."

So, my mum can breathe on her own now, but she's still unconscious. I gained a little bit of hope again, but I am still down about what happened. I'm sad, disappointed, scared and mad. I'm sad because it is my fault that my mother almost died, I'm disappointed because I wasn't home when she arrived, I'm scared because well you know.. There is a psychopath after me. God knows what he's more capable of and I'm mad because my dad isn't home and the cops can't find his lazy old ass. I know I shouldn't been talking about my dad like that, but it just makes me so mad. Mum could've died last night and he wouldn't even know! I'm kind of concerned too.. I guess. What if something happened to him. I'm trying to push that thought away and think about how muscular and strong he is. He could survive a crash or something like that. If someone kidnapped him I wish that person who tried that a big 'good luck'! That person would probably be in hell right now.

I told the others that I wanted some time alone, so they went home after they dropped me home. I don't know why, but when I walked into the door I ran to the bathroom and puked. Can you get pregnant from a kiss? Nah, Nora that's stupid. Sometimes I really wonder why mind is asking me such stupid questions like that. Anyways, I puked and I'm currently sitting on the couch with my phone on my lap. My eyes haven't left the sight of my phone ever since I got home. I just hope my dad calls me as soon as possible.
Andrew called me today. He wanted to know how I was doing and told me that Tristan is doing a lot better now. I was really relieved. He is the only family that I have that I still have contact with. We have to stick together when it comes to situations like this.

I sighed and got up from the couch. I really crave Arizona right now. When I was about to walk into the kitchen my phone rang. My eyes automatically widened and I ran towards my phone as fast as I could. I picked up my phone and answered the call without looking who it was.

"Hello?" I said while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and finally resting my hand on my hip.

"Hey, you still coming?" I heard a fimiliar voice ask.

"W-who is this?" I said confused and a little bit of annoyed. My dad could call me any minute you know.

"Seriously? It's Jack." He sighed.

"O-oh, uhm sorry, I was just uh-"

"Save it. Are you still coming or what?" He rudely cuts me off.

"Uhm? Did we had plans for today?" I asked confused.

"It's Sunday. It's the day where all the families get together, so are you coming or what?" He asked for the third time.

What the fuck is his problem? I normally would just suck it up and ignore it, but I've changed. I deserve respect too!

"Okay, maybe you should drop that attitude Hemmo. what have I ever done to you?! I thought we were friends."

"Are you coming or not?!"

"Answer me first! What have I ever do-"

Before I could even finish my sentence he hung up on me. I don't know him for that long, but there is something wrong for sure. I just want to know! I just want to know what I've done to him! I don't want him to be mad at me!

I sighed and put my phone in the pocket of my leather jacket, grabbed a can of Arizona and got in the car. I still can't help to look at every mailbox in the neighbourhood. My mind keeps picturing the mailbox. Dark blue and the handle has an ivory color. I zoned out and automatically drove further while drinking my Arizona, but I was still watching the mailboxes that I drove by.