Midnight Dawn

Midnight Dawn Chapter 4

Eric <—Note: POV change

Bam Bam Bam

The raps on my window, all quick in succession, disturbed me from my reverie of polishing a lens. Feeling slightly perturbed, I got up and warily edged over to it. I may sound overly cautious but my window is on the second story with no trees or such around it. I doubted it was a bird that smashed into it. 

When I got to the window, I nearly fell over in fright to see the flash of dark hair and my best mate, Jordan, hanging from the sill, desperation etched in his features.

"What are you doing?" I hissed as I heaved the window open and he sprawled on the floor, "And how on earth did you get to my window?"

"Drainpipe," he gasped out from beneath me.

"Why would you-" I started as he got up hurriedly and said, "My mom saw another Barbie commercial, and she just came back from shopping at the mall."

To any other person, this would make no sense at all, but I understood quickly. His mother was eccentric at best, and her odd intentions were practiced upon my friend.

She had always been obsessed with Barbie dolls but after five boys and no Barbies, she started to make the youngest, Jordan, play with her. His father was concerned, but she assured him that this wasn't a huge issue. As Jordan grew up, it became a huge issue to him.

Jordan's mom continuously wanted him to dress those dolls and have tea parties and weddings, even as he grew older. Whenever she got them out, he would escape to my house, but eventually she figured out his tactics and came here to drag him home. Today, I pieced together that she had bought a whole troop of Barbies after seeing the inspiring commercial, and wanted poor Jordan to host a miniature princess ball with her. When she noticed he was missing, she would come down here from her house up our lane way and down the street. The doorbell chiming confirmed my suspicions.

"You have to hide me, anywhere!" he blurted out frantically, his eyes already picking my room apart for a good place to hide.

"Under the bed?" I suggested, but he quickly countered that, "Too obvious!"

I went to my walk in closet and flung the door open. "In here?" I said.

He surveyed the place analytically and started when he heard voices below. "Up there," he said, pointing.

I followed his finger to the shelf above the hanger rod. There were several cardboard boxes on it, but it was wide enough for him to hide behind then if he laid flat.

"That seems good," I grunted while lifting down the boxes. He scrambled up with a boost from me, and I shoved those boxes up there. It was just in time; there was a knock at my bedroom door.

I pulled the closet door shut then quickly stuffed my lens in a container and kicked it under the bed, next I strode over and whipped the door open. "Yeah," I snapped, not very pleased at Jordan's mother peering in the room and my father scowling behind him.

"I was wondering if Jordan was in your room," she said, and pushed me aside to poke around my room, looking under the bed (huh, Jordan was right) and opening my closet door. At that point I stepped in front of her and said, "He isn't here, so you can leave."

"See, I told you that at the door, and now you can see for yourself, Mrs. Davies," my father grunted, the displeasure rolling of him in waves.

"Are you sure he isn't in this room?" she questioned, nosily trying to dart further into the closet. I could almost hear poor Jordan whimpering from directly above us.

"Yes, it is my room, and I would know if anyone other than ourselves was in it," I spat out. The nerve of the woman!

"He could be in the bathroom. I just want to have some quality time with him," she spoke, now trying to go down the hall. Qualtiy time, yeah right. My father forcibly grabbed her arm and led her down the stairs. "He isn't here, now get out!" he growled through clenched teeth.