Sleeping with Sirens

Chapter 6

We talked for hours before Kyra started to act even more weird than usual. "Have you been feeling okay lately?" She asked. I paused before answering because I honestly didn't know. "Yeah...I..I mean I guess, why?" Ky shrugged it off, "Oh I'm just picking for a conversation."

"Ky, we've been talking non-stop for a while now...is there a certain something you want to talk about?" She shot me a look as though I had just accused her of murder.

I was actually kind of scared, but the color returned to her cheeks and she looked away.  It almost seemed like she was in pain. "Are you alri-..."

"I'm fine." She cut me off, but in a calmer tone.

She wasn't usually this sensitive. I didn't want to upset her anymore so I kissed her cheek and told her that I should head home.
Hopeful that tomorrow she'd be acting a little more normal.

I walked through the doors of Penelope's house. I took off my shoes and set them by the front door. I hanged my backpack on one of the kitchen table chairs, and then I headed upstairs to my room.

I was just about to close my door when Penelope shoved her hand through the gap. Penelope pushed my door wide open, and the force threw me to the ground.

"It is ...10pm Zoe, where the hack have you bleen?" Penelope slurred. It was clear to me that she had been drinking... She had been drinking a lot.
I tried to explain to her that I was at the park with Kyra and time just got away for me, but she wasn't even listening. Before I could even finish my story Penelope's best swim right into my left temple.

I was so shocked but what just happened to me. Penelope has always been mean and rude and disrespectful to me. But this was the first time that she had ever hit me. I was so shocked that I didn't even move.

She issued one kick to my left thigh and muttered something before leaving my room.

"..what the," I couldn't even form words outloud. It didn't even really hurt. I mean, there is pain I definitely felt something, but it didn't hurt.

Maybe it was adrenaline or maybe my depression had been getting worse? Never mind that my foster mom had just punched me in the face and kicked me while I was down, but it actually didn't even phase me. I took a shower change into some comfortable clothes and went to bed.

Penelope probably wouldn't even remember this little incident in the morning. And I just didn't care. I still can't explain that. I didn't care.