Lockdown

Chapter 5

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We were both silent. There was nothing for us to say. Every single time one of us decides to open up our big mouth, we always end up fighting over something. Every. Single. Little. Thing. And each time, it is over something stupid and unimportant. 

That's how childish we are. 

We're both arrogant and we don't want to lower our reputation when it came to quarreling. We always have some smart ass comment to say whenever one of us talks smack to the other. And its driving me insane!

I frustratedly ran my fingers through my brown hair. Why can't I just have a normal life when no one knows me and I won't have to worry about being stuck in a tiny classroom with the school's badboy, a.k.a my arch nemesis, because of a stupid lockdown where there's innocent students and teachers dying for no reason. 

I wanted to just crawl up in a ball and die. 

Actually, I am already in a ball. But I'm not dying, sadly. I leaned my head against the desk and closed my eyes, tightly. 

All I could see was my father. The last time I saw him was this morning, but I never got to say goodbye or at least kiss him on the cheek. He was exhausted from working last night and he was still asleep on the couch when I left for school. He works at an auto body shop from 6:00am to 10:00pm. But last night he had to work extra hours because his coworker didn't show up. 

He works a lot to try to provide a house, food, and cars for the both of us since its just us. I too have a job. I work the cash register at a frozen yogurt place called Fuzzypickles Frozen Yogurt. Yeah, the name is funny but the frozen yogurt there is the best. It's like a buffet, but frozen yogurt style. 

My mind soon wandered over to the accident. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as I remember seeing the bloody, dead body of both my mom and my brother. I remember seeing the glass digging into the palms of my hands as I crawled over to their lifeless bodies. I can also remember the sound of my dad and I's cries when we realized that they were gone and not unconscious. 

I hadn't realized that I was crying until I suppressed a strangled sob. 

I really need to stop crying. I'm making myself look weak. Especially in front of the arrogant ass next to me. I buried my face into the sleeves of my hoodie. 

I felt a hand lightly touch my back and began rubbing in a circular motion. I tensed up at the feeling of Zeke's hand on my back, but my muscles soon relaxed. I continued to brawl my eyes out into the fabric of my hoodie for a good 5 minutes. 

Zeke said nothing, but continued to console me with the touch of his hand on my back. I felt his hand hesitate as it moved down to my waist. He pulled me closer to him and I leaned my head onto his chest. I sucked in a deep breath as I continued to see the blood dripping from my mother's nose and from her ears. The blood that started rolling down the corners of my brother's lips. 

I choked on another sob and released more tears from my eyes. The salty liquid reached my lips and I licked them because they were dry. 

"Shhhhh," Zeke cooed in my ear as his arms tightened around me. 

He cupped my face with his large hands and gently tilted my face up to look at him. He moved the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks, pushing the tears off of my face. I sniffed as I felt the tears slowly stop. He dipped his head low and placed a soft kiss on my tear stained cheek. 

I gasped, but it got caught in my throat before I could release it. His lips were so soft and it sent chills down my spine at the feel of them on my skin. He pulled away and stared at me in the eyes.