Away

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2;

"Dad! I'm hoooommee!" I called up the steps. I took off my Nike sneakers and set my jacket on the coat rack. Yawning, I limped up the steps, trying not to put any weight on my left ankle, and walked down the hallway to my dad's office.

"Hey there," I smiled as I popped my head in the door.

My father turned around, his glasses on the tip of his nose which made me smile. He had piles of papers on his desk, and he looked stressed, though I know he'd never admit it around me or my brother, Landon.

"Hey, Tay! How was the library? Do you have a project? You stayed out kinda late." He stood up and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah." I lied, "In History." I pushed open the door a little more to make room for my dad to step out.

"Great! We can discuss it over dinner. Why dont you freshen up and be down for dinner in about 15 minutes." I hugged my dad, but right as I was taking a step closer to him, he stepped on my left foot. I think I could have yelled the whole swear book out.

I gasped as he put aside his foot. And looked into my eyes with concern. I bit my lip and looked away, afraid I might accidentally drop a tear.

"What's wrong?" He asked stepping back to examine me.

"N-nothing." I stammered. Quickly I kissed him on the cheek and attempted to jog back to my room.

When I stepped inside, I collapsed on my bed face first and just took deep breaths.

CALM DOWN! I yelled at myself. YOU ARE NOT DYING. I smiled at my craziness. Oh, God. What's wrong with me? Sitting up, I picked up my foot to check it out. I sighed when I caught a glimpse at my purple and green swollen foot.

I pushed the stray blonde hair around my face that was blocking my vision behind my ears. I put both of my hands around my foot and clenched my pearl white teeth together.

An unimaginable pain shot up my ankle wherever I touched. Ohh yeah. This was bad. I don't know the exact diagnosis of my injury, but it was deffinetly at least sprained.

How am I supposed to keep this from my father?! He's going to know something's up, he's not stupid...

Okay, so I know what your thinking: why is it such a big deal that my father doesn't find out?

And the answer, because along with it comes questions. I can't tell my dad the truth, he'd go ballistic! He would become one of those overbearing parents who never let their child leave their sight.

I drew out a deep breath and hobbled over to my bathroom to take a shower. I put it on ice cold so it would numb my foot, therefore I wouldn't have to feel the knife-like pain blanketing my whole left foot. My hands were clenched in fists throughout the whole shower, it was all I could do to stand the chilly water beating down my back.

After my shower I dressed into a pair of sweatpants that said Softball down the leg and an old tie-dye tee-shirt I made with my best friend, Kayla. I put on socks to cover my foot, and threw my honey blonde hair into a messy bun.

Cringing, I walked down the steps slower than a snail. By the time I actually made it down the steps, my eyes were watering. I hopped to the kitchen before I had to switch to walking so my dad wouldn't see through me to my pain.

"Smells good, dad." I say as I sit down in my seat at the table.

"Good! I made spaghetti, your favorite." Dad winked at me before getting back to stirring the noodles.

"Thanks, pops." I replied laughing. "Where's Landon?" I questioned.

"Oh you know him. There's a new episode of Spongebob on at 7." I stood up suddenly, regretting it as soon as I did it.

"No way! He didn't tell me!" I walked, putting little pressure on my foot as possible. I flopped down on the couch next to Landon.

Landon is 9, and is obsessed with Spongebob, like me. He has blonde curly hair, with the deepest brown eyes like my fathers. I, however, have a light blueish, greenish eyes...just like my mothers.

My mom and dad are divorced. My 39 year old mother ran off with a 24 year old rich guy named Scott. She got pregnant right after she left my father, well not right after because when you do the calculations, oh how I hate math, my mom was actually three months pregnant when she was still with my father.

So yeah. I have one brother, and a half sister named Norie.

"YOU NEVER TOLD ME THERE WAS A NEW EPISODE ON!" I yelled at Landon. He giggled and scooted away from me.

"You were in the shower, sis!" He protested. I gave him the evil eye and we watched Spongebob together until dinner.

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"So what's your history project about?" Dad asked me before shoving a huge forkful of Spaghetti in his mouth.

I hesitated. What were we talking about in history lately? OH, the Holocost.

"It'a about the Holocost." My dads eyes flickered. He asked if he could help me in any way, of which I said no thanks.

"Hey, Taylor. Can I ride the bus tomorrow? Chad is gonna start riding again!" He accidentally kicked me under the table and I let out a cry of pain and covered my face with my hands, trying to calm myself down.

"Sis I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I shook my head, a single tear escaping my eye as I did.

"Honey, he didnt mean it..." My father said suspicious. I wiped under my eyes, sniffed, and looked up. I tried to return my award winning smile, but it came out crooked and awkward.

"Are you okay, Taylor? You seem a little bit jumpy tonight?" I shook my head and ate my last spoon full of Spaghetti.

Once I finished my meal, I helped clean up and went upstairs to go to bed. I kissed dad on the cheek, and Landon on the forehead and then snuck into the medicine closet downstairs to find a bottle of pain killer pills, an Ace Bandage, ice pack, and some Icy Hot to tend to my injury. I was successful sneaking everything upstairs, luckily.

After a solid ten minutes, I had accomplished wrapping my ankle, (putting the cream on it first) and took two pain killers, and filled the ice bag to put on it.

So now I just layed back in my bed and relived all of the events that occured tonight.

What a night.