Sleeping Positions

6: Late Night Talk

This chapter is dedicated to @magachasdeathbad because she has an amusing username! Plus, I appreciate the comments she gives (: 

Chapter 6: Late Night Talk

Hearing the sound of loud voices shouting from downstairs, Sophia woke up. She sat up from her bed, thinking how and when she got here. Fragments of her memories were flashing but she couldn't decipher which ones were from today and which ones were from the far past.

Her mind was a mess.      

She hunched her back forward and took a few deep breathes. "I guess it's time to start explaining a few things," she mumbled to herself. She groaned once again, just dreading the upcoming conversation with Chase.

"I'm pretty damn sure I can throw as many accusations as I want. She never once gave me a straight answer once she got back. You have no clue how stupid and played I felt, feel. Every time I bring it up, we just end up fighting and I start to seem like the bad guy. I don't get it!"

Sophia winced at the sound of Chase's booming voice. She quickly clasped her hands to her ears and burried herself into the pillow. She didn't want to hear any of it. It was one thing for her to be arguring with Chase but it was another thing to listen to him vent out to another person. All the things he was shouting, she has never heard him so enraged. 

It's because you always cut him off when he tries to bring anything up, her mind thought bitterly. 

However, she knew how he always felt. Though, knowing and hearing are two completely different things. 

When the noise stopped, Sophia moved her hands to cover her face. Chase was losing it. She was losing it. In the back of her mind, Sophia knew that their relationship was coming to an end. They couldn't last if things were going to continuing in this fashion. He has done nothing wrong. It was all on her. Everything was all on her. It was ultimately her decision if she wanted to fix things. 

"What am I supposed to do?" Tell the damn truth. "It's not that easy though..." Nothing is ever easy. "I just can't though." Excuses, excuses, excuses. 

The internal conflict going on caused Sophia to cringe. "I'm going crazy." 

She rolled out of bed and went to the trunk at the far corner of the room. The trunk resembled something like a treasure chest and true to it, it required a key to open. Removing the silver chain from her neck, Sophia fingered the two charms on the necklace. She singled out the key and inserted it to the lock of the trunk.

There weren't many items inside. Most of the items consisted of files of papers and pictures. Sophia pulled out the only picture inside of a frame. After shutting the chest, she set herself back onto the bed, cradling the picture frame in her arms. 

 "It really is all my fault. I... I just don't want to admit it to him," Sophia whispered. "Mom, you understand, right? I just want one thing to be separate from the past." 

She lied back to the bed and held the picture away at arms lengths, staring at the familiar blue eyes. The woman in the picture looked exactly like Sophia. The woman was a bit more aged and refined, graceful even. It was that motherly vibe emitting from the picture that made the strings in Sophia's heart tug a bit. "It's my fault that I could only see you like this, ain't it..." 

Footsteps. 

Footsteps were heading towards the door. 

Sophia quickly got up and slide the picture underneath the bed. She jumped under the covers and quickly turned her body away from the door.