Hide and Seek (Completed)

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning, when I woke up, my whole body ached. My arms, my back, my thigh, my feet, my head. I didn't get out of bed for breakfast. I tried, but it hurt to much. I didn't move an inch when the call for lunch came over the loud speakers. That meant it was eleven thirty. Avery probably was just waking up. We went to bed at like two in the morning, if we were still in California.

But there is a three hour difference in Maine. So to me, it feels like it's only like eight o'clock in the morning. Even though it's eleven. Jetlag. I love it.

It was around one o'clock, according the the clock on the wall, that someone knocked on my door. I stayed quiet and prayed they would go away. A knock came again a few seconds later.

"Emma?" It was Avery.

Go away go away go away go away go away.

The doorknob turned. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I heard the door bang against the wall.

"Oh, come on, Em. Don't fake me out like that. Since when do you sleep past eight o'clock in the morning, let alone one in the afternoon?"

"Since I didn't fall asleep until four in the morning and there is a time change so technically it's only like ten in the morning."

"I don't think that even counts." She said it like she was so done with my BS. That made me want to to play the card game BS.

"Leave me alone." I muttered. I opened my eyes to face Avery. She was standing over me holding two cups that had steam floating over them. "You know I don't like plain coffee."

"It's not coffee." She said. "Its hot chocolate. Now scoot over. We are going to talk."

Avery walked over to the door, closed it and turned on the lights. She ripped the blankets from my body and threw them to the ground.

I sighed. "I can't move. It hurts to much."

"Come on, you baby. Sit up." She kicked my leg, sending a stab of pain though my leg. I winced. It was as if the wounds had been inflicted in real life.

I slowly sat up, letting the soreness just come. It was like I have been training for the NFL and I'm the one who always get tackled. By the actual two, three hundred pounds guys. Everything hurt.

"You actually hurt." She stated it, didn't ask.

"I'm just sore everywhere. I slept wrong or something."

Avery nodded. She sat next to me once I made room. My gun shot stung as I tried to fold my legs while she handed me the cup with hot liquid. Two deformed marshmallows the size of my thumb were in there.

"I mixed a little bit of the really caffeine filled coffee so you could wake up. Just a little. You won't even taste it."

I smiled, as if it were a valid answer, and sipped it. I could taste lots of coffee, but also chocolate so I didn't complain.

"So... what's the deal? I can read Wills mind. Is he angry at you? I tried not to pry to much."

"I really don't want to talk about him right now." I spoke. "Avery, you're a mind reader, right? So that means you can block others from reading your mind. Right?"

She nodded. "So can I tell you why Will and I are fighting?"

"Is it really that big, Em? You can't keep secrets from him. He hates it when people do that."

"I'm keeping feelings. The feelings are drowning me. I'm suffocating. There is this snake around me and it's squeezing squeezing squeezing and I want it to let go." My throat constricted and my eyes burned. "I just can't do this anymore. I'm breaking, piece by piece."