Sweet Poison

Sweet Poison (Ch.28 & 29)

I woke up on Eli's chest. The sun's warm rays shinning on my face. Eli had his arm wrapped around me providing both warmth and comfort. I felt something cold on my arm and with my other arm I searched for it, trying not to wake Eli. He looked adorable in his sleep and I didn't want to ruin the image by waking him up.

I finally found what I was looking for, my cell phone. I brought it up to my face and unlocked it and checked my notifications.

7 missed calls and 3 messages.

I went to the texts messages.

Mom: Are you okay it's passed 10 (11:01 p.m.)

Mom: Where are you!!! (11:27 p.m.)

Mom: You are so dead when I see you (12:10 a.m)

I nervously flipped through my missed calls. All from my mom.

"Shit", I blurted out as I sprung up and jumped over Eli, waking him up.

"Where are you going?" He asked drowsily, but completely aware.

"I'm in so much trouble", I said to him, pulling up my jeans and putting my shirt on.

"Why?" He asked.

"Cause I told my mom something and I was suppose to be back by like 10 or 11 and now she's know, oh my gosh I'm in so much trouble", I started freaking out again. My punishment would probably be horrible.

He leaned on his pillow and starred at me with a frown of concern. "I'll have Dylan drive me home, it'll probably be best."

He nodded in understanding. It was already going to be bad when I got home, but if Eli was to drive me home and my mom saw then things would get even worse.

Quickly, I slipped on my shoes and rushed out of his room and came right into Dylan's door without knocking. He was asleep on his bed. A pillow was covering his head and the blankets were arranged wildly with half his body under and the rest of it above.

 I rushed to the side, dropping down and begin shaking him roughly. "Dylan, Dylan wake up, I need you to take me home", I said, shaking him.

"No",he grumbled.

"Dylan please", I begged frantically, shaking him harder.

He let out a sigh and turned to me. His drowsy eyes stared at me annoyed. "Because of you guys, last night, I couldn't go to sleep."

I ran my fingers through my head trying to think of a way to change Dylan's mind. To be truthful, I would've been reluctant to take me home to if I was in his shoes. I probably would've yelled at my own self too. If someone messed with my sleep, I got violent. "Please I'll make it up to you some how. . ."

He got up groggily and put on a t-shirt. "Whatever", he said annoyed. I grabbed his arm and with him still in his plaid pajamas pants, we rushed downstairs and to the car.

Once I got home, I quickly slid inside and tried to rush upstairs as soon. I had just touched the stair with one foot, when my mom's infuriated voice boom through the house. "Elissa! Get in here now!" My mom called from the living room.

Defeated, I walked into the living room accepting the fact that I was going to be in the worst trouble I had ever been in. Hell, I might even just die.

Slowly, I sat on the couch and looked at my mom and dad. My mom looked at me furious. She swiped up a box that had been in her lap and dumped a pile of clothes on the floor. "What are these? She asked with a malicious hiss.