Stay Quiet

Surprise

Cassandra's POV

   By the time I got back home it was around dinner time. I didn't realize I was out for so long so I ran home as fast as my legs would take me. Which wasn't very fast, given the circumstances. I finally returned home and climbed up the side of my house, reaching my window and practically jumping inside. I quickly and quietly shut the window and placed the pillows back in the original spots and laid on my bed. 

   For some reason, I couldn't get Daniel out of my head. It feels weird because I barely know the guy and I'll probably never see him again. Not by choice of course, because he seems like he could be a good friend. I can't have any friends.. They'll never want to stay my friend if they can barely see me. I'll have to make excuses for everything. It sucks really, not having friends, it gets to you after a while. Even in school, no one really acknowledges my existence. 

   I guess  I was lost in my thoughts because I turned over to my other side and quickly sat up seeing Chris standing in my doorway.

   "What do you want?" I spat out rather harshly. I hate him. I don't want him here. This is all his fault. 

   "Uncle Mike told me to come get you for dinner. It's pork chops, corn, and mashed potatoes." He responded, not really reacting to my tone of voice. Why would he anyway, he doesn't care about anything I do.

   "Hmph, your favorite, of course." I mumbled under my breath. I stood up and shoved past him, leaving him in my doorway.

   As  I walked downstairs, I heard two different voices. Who else did my Uncle invite? Does he want everyone to see how happy he is that I'm basically his goddamn slave. I stood still on a stair trying to make out the other voice I heard, it sounded so familiar, but I can't seem to pinpoint who it is. Whatever, I guess I'll find out when I make my way down there. 

   "So Chris tells me you use to live here? Is that so?" Mike was making conversation with the stranger and I really didn't even want to be down there.  Just the sound of Mike's voice gets me infuriated. 

   "Yea I lived here only for a little while. Chris told me he lived here until he turned 18. I guess he really didn't like this town and left the minute he could." The stranger laughed. I heard my Uncle make a small laugh. He knows Chris left because of him. He didn't care much, I was always his 'favorite.'

  I stopped eavesdropping and finally made it into the dinning room. No one else was in here so I am assuming they were both still in the kitchen. Not long after, Chris joined me in the dining room and I sat across from him. I wish I could sit further away, but it is a small table and has only four seats. After about five minutes of complete tension, Mike walked in with one plate.

   "What does this look like? Burger King? Go get your own plates." He huffed before sitting next to where Chris was. I pushed my seat backwards and stood up walking into the kitchen, brushing past the stranger, but not bothering to look up. Chris followed behind me before we both started to make our plates.

   "Cassie please talk to me. I don't like this tension between us." Chris spoke in a sad tone, but I was too angry to care honestly.

   "You haven't wanted to talk to me for ten years." I snapped back, but quietly so that Mike wouldn't hear me. He would be mad at me for talking to Chris in this tone of voice. After finishing my plate, I returned back to my seat, but this time, the stranger was seated right next to me, I still couldn't see his face. Soon after Chris followed and sat across from me. I could feel his eyes on me. 

   "This is really good Mr. Jones." The stranger spoke, and it hit me. I know this voice. I really didn't want to look at him. I did not want my suspicions confirmed. I slowly lifted my eyes to him and I was right. And he was already looking at me with those piercing blueish grey eyes.