Tension And Thrill

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I hated him; I hated him with everything I had in me. How dare he? When I was finally moving on with my life and beginning a new chapter. Last night, I was watching a marathon of Vampire Diaries with Caleb and I indeed, needed a bathroom break so I ran to the bathroom. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with Caleb simply because when I was with him everything seemed normal and simple. At first, I was using Caleb to get Harry’s attention but now it was more because I needed Caleb beside me. I finished up in the bathroom and got back to the living room and noticed a bored Caleb. I sat beside him and I put his arm around my shoulder, cuddling his chest. Things had been really great lately. We would hang out in his house or in mine, not wanting to put the spotlight in our direction if we walked out on the street. We weren’t dating or anything; we were just enjoying each other’s company and besides Caleb had a girlfriend who didn’t really like me. It was completely understandable since Caleb spent most of his free time with me and she knew I was his ex-girlfriend. I would be a major bitch if I was in her shoes. Caleb and I were sitting on my couch when he told me that my phone rang when I was in the bathroom. I took my phone which was on the couch beside me and I unlocked my screen only to see a missed call… from you know who, the one who can’t be named. I got away from Caleb’s embrace and started walking to my bedroom, not bothering to let Caleb know where I was going. Why did he call me? Maybe he was drunk and called me by mistake. It would make more sense than this random call from him. I sat on my bed and stared at my screen not knowing what to do.

This morning I woke up from a sleepless night. I couldn’t sleep knowing he called me last night. He was teasing me; it had to be because it boggled my mind that he actually thought of me and called me. He was going to do the same bullshit he did with our kiss and I didn’t want to go down that road again. I’ve had enough. I won’t let him play with my emotions like that, it’s fair for me. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before going downstairs to see the rest of my lovely family… lovely was a bit extreme. Everyone was sitting around the table and mother was placing pancakes on the table. It was Sunday which meant Sunday fun day, which meant I had to see my ignorant brother. I still didn’t fully digest what he said the other day about sucking Ha-, well you know who’s dick. I walked to the coffee machine and poured myself some coffee in a mug. I sat down in my usual seat and began to drink. Everyone was sitting around the table except for dad. He was a heavy sleeper just like I was. It wasn’t too long before his tall figure appeared in the kitchen, with his bathrobe tied. His grey hair was all messy and his two week old beard was overwhelming. If you put my brother and my father beside one another, they looked exactly the same. My father passed right beside me, messing my hair up in the process, and poured himself a cup of coffee. I groaned as I was trying to fix my hair with my free hand. I loved Sunday, family day but today I wasn’t in the mood. I had a crisis to deal with and being around my family wouldn’t help me at all. Finally, father sat down around the table and started reading the newspaper meanwhile mother was putting milk and orange juice on the table. Kath was starting to eat her pancakes whilst my brother was talking to my mom about something. I took another sip of my coffee before my father started the usual family morning talk. 

‘’How is it going Alex? How’s the business?’’ Father asked him before putting his newspaper down on the table, next to his plate of pancakes.

‘’It’s good, business is doing fantastic, father. I’m actually booked for the 4 next weeks.’’ He said putting a big piece of pancake in his mouth.

‘’I’m glad to hear son, what about you Liz, anything new?’’ He asked as he turned his head to face me. It was my turn to get grilled.

‘’There is nothing new with me, same old story.’’ I replied to him but I knew what was coming up.

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