Out of my Mind

Chapter 6

I'm getting completely soaked as I chaotically search for my key inside of my small messenger bag. Why did it have to start storming now of all times. It's dark, it's wet, and I can't see a thing with all of this rain in my face. I remember that I left my keys in my room then begin harshly banging my fists on the door. I would ring the door bell, but I accidentally broke it a couple years ago while rough housing with Korey. Man do I regret that right now.

I wait for my sister to come to the door.

Nothing happens, so I get out my phone and try to dial her number. A gust of wind knocks my phone out of my hand and almost makes me fall into the bushes. Great. Now my phone is probably broken, my clothes are ruined, and I'm locked out of the house.

I run down the steps and into the muddy ground near the bushes to look for my phone. Since I can't see anything, I get down on my nude knees and start feeling around on the ground. Loud thunder startles me and I scream. Maybe it's not such a good idea to be under a bunch of bushes right now. 

Afraid I might be struck by lightning, I crawl out of my spot in the little bushes. I'll find my phone when the storm dies down. Better phone-less and alive than dead with a phone that's muddy and disgusting. I sit on the steps and put my bag above my head to stop some of the rain that is falling on me.

I sit there in silence a while until I see Jeremy's door open. His tall, lean body is in the doorway; he has an umbrella. For once his Grandmother isn't on the porch. I wish my house had a porch. If it did, I wouldn't be out here in the rain right now. I would have been dry and cozy. Well maybe not cozy, but dry at least. 

I see his coming towards me so I stand up hoping the umbrella is for me. I meet him half way and he says, "My family thinks it is a good idea to invite you in for some tea." He adds, "If it is alright with you. It doesn't seem like you have anywhere to stay right now, and I doubt you want to sit in the rain." I never noticed he had an accent before. It's foreign, but I can't pinpoint what accent it is, or where it's from.

"Hey, where are you from?" I ask. "And I'd love to come in."

"I'm from Russia. But we moved here many years ago, so my accent sort of faded. Now let's go. It's cold out here." We head to his house. He holds the umbrella while I hold to him because I don't want to get anymore wet than I am.

His house looks old and authentic, almost antique. No kidding when he said he's Russian. There are Russian nesting dolls on a lot of the tables. There are colorful eggs in a basket on the coffee table, and a creepy wooden hand statue in the corner for decoration. The walls are covered in pretty floral wallpaper and the hard wood is cover with a big pretty rug. The curtains are red with swirly designs on them. Even their portraits on the wall are painted. In them the men wear those loose shirts with the box at the top and the women wear big, long dresses. 

Jeremy notices me staring so intently at all of the decor so I break the awkwardness and say, "You're name is Jeremy. I never thought of that as a Russian name."

"That's because it isn't. Well, in Russia, my name is Yerik, Yeremy, or Jeremija. I prefer Yerik. It stood out the most to me." When he's truly talking I can hear how nice his voice is. The deep voice mixed with that Russian accent is beautiful. I never heard it before because he usually speaks in a really soft voice. 

I respond, "Yeah, Yerik sounds the best." I try my best to pronounce it right.

We just look around for a second until he says, "You want a snack? We have Oreos."

"Alright." 

He starts to walk then turns back and says, "You're going to have to eat in the kitchen. Babushka doesn't like people eating in the living room." With that note, I follow him to the kitchen.

There I'm greeted by "Babushka", his mom, and his little sister. I never knew he had a sister. She's short, has dark hair, and doesn't look like the sweetest little girl you will meet. Actually, she looks like she could be a wrestler if she worked out. Everyone said hi to me except her, until her mother nudged her hard. 

Jeremy gets oreos and we sit down at the table while his mother cooks and Babushka reads. I hear the crackle of thunder and see the flashes of lightening outside the window. It's still raining hard as ever. I remember how my phone is out there somewhere and suddenly lose my appetite for cookies. 

Jeremy whispers something to his mom. She nods, and he leaves the room. Soon he comes back with a cordless phone in hand; he hands it to me. "You should call your sister so she knows you're here. And maybe she could even come get you if you want to go home."

"Okay. May I?" I point to one of the other rooms to ask if I can talk to my sister in the other room. With my wish granted, I step into the living room and dial Lavinia's cell.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Answering machine. Come on. Just answer the phone. I call again and she picks up with a sweet, "Hello." I tell her I'm across the street at Jeremy's house, and I ask if she could unlock the door so I could get in the house. 

"Why didn't you come here in the first place? I would've answered the door." That's a lie. I tried knocking and you acted like you weren't home. 

I just respond with a, "Sorry, ' and ask Jeremy if he could walk me over there with my umbrella. He agrees and we head out into the storm. 

We get to my door pretty quick because we practically ran. I get in the house without a problem and Jeremy leaves. I yell thank you while he's going down the steps, but I'm not sure he heard me because he keeps his pace. 

Lavinia rushes towards me with a towel and I realize how wet really am. Water drips from my clothes and hair which leaves me surrounded by a huge puddle of wet-ness. Lavinia looks at me with a pang of guilt in her eyes.

"How about we go upstairs, get u a nice hot shower, then spend some quality time together?" she proposes. I can't remember a time where she actually wanted to spend an evening with me after our parents died. Usually she's always working or off doing something else that doesn't involve me.

I look at her skeptically, "Come on," she whines,"it would just be for a few hours. We could watch a movie. Your choice." 

"No movie. I just want to watch TV with you." I pause, " and maybe have a cup of cocoa." I look up at her with a slight smirk on my lips. Her face brightens fully.

I slosh upstairs trying to leak as little as possible. The water turns on and I am in pure bliss as I step under the stream of hot water. i stand there for a long time until I feel my shower will raise the water bill. 

I hop into some dry sweatpants and a tank top. I grab a blanket then head over to the living room for some nice time with my sister. She pops up with two mugs of hot chocolate. The type with the tiny marsh mellows and whip cream. Yummy. 

She sits down next to me and we get comfortable and watch a pretty little liars marathon.

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this chapter isn't one of my bests because I was really stuck brain dead without idea while i was writing this chapter. promise it will be better next chapter.

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