The Summer Job | g.d

44 • Remedy

44 • Remedy

One Day Later

I suddenly feel a slight tug on my arm, awaking me from my afternoon nap. Or it could be morning, I've seemed to have lost track of time over the past few weeks. The days feeling like nights and the nights feeling like days.

Everything is backwards.

My eyes peel open, the crust slowly falling off onto my bed sheets to join the abundance from over the past couple of days, hugging my body tightly as I make a small dint in the bed from where I have been laying for the past week.

I look up to see a gleaming face, all glowing and made up. I blink a couple of times, my mind coming to realisation at who it is and at that sudden moment my head shakes abruptly, looking at them.

"Harmony," I mumble, my voice husky as it has been out of use.

"Clarke, you never told me you were home," She blurts pulling me into a hug, clearly getting a strong whiff of my week-old, non-showered self and she quickly pushes away.

It's been just under a week and I have left my bed once. Dad will be here tomorrow. My heart suddenly stops thinking about it. I had managed to survive being around him for over ten years after the incident but it is all different now. He knows that I know. And that is a relationship that is new.

I just hope I won't have to see him again. Ever.

But now I have to confront Harmony, who seems to know nothing about the issue with her over-the-top and insensitive self. I let out a small smile as I sit up.

"You didn't tell me you came home," she blurts, pushing her blond hair behind her ear. It look as though she got another piercing but honestly that could've been there before, I wouldn't have known.

"Yeah, well I came home early," I mutter, still trying to clear my throat. I want to run and jump in the shower, not even caring about leaving Harmony sitting here for a good five minutes. I just need to get the smell off, the pungent outer layer of my skin that is gripping on for dear life.

I need to clean the sheets as well. My dead skin has seemed to accumulate around where my body has been for the past week.

"Well, I bet you wanna hear about Levi and my time on our road trip!" She says, and I mentally groan, "we literally fucked every night. It was so amazing. We went on hikes, he fingered me on a mountain, we would have pyjama days in the back of his truck. We put our mattress in there, you see, so we could sleep. But fuck it was amazing. He was amazing. He would do this thing where-"

"Sounds cool," I butt in, not wanting to hear what Levi did to her at every pitstop and gas station. I don't really want to be thinking about sex at this moment.

"Sorry, I'm talking too much about myself," she shakes her head abruptly, "how was Fiji?"

"Hawaii," I correct, rolling my eyes mentally, typical, "it was good, you know, the sun, beach. It was nice."

I decide not to go into severe detail, about anything really. I don't want her knowing about the job, or about Grayson...

Especially about Grayson.

I have managed to push him out of my mind for so long but I started thinking about him last night. I checked my phone for the first time since I got back and noticed about ten text messages from him.

I'm sorry, I crossed the line.

-Grayson, A Week Ago.

Clarke, I hope you're not angry. I didn't mean for the kiss.