Trinity High (Book 1 of the Trinity Series)

Chapter 27

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"Caley, open the door," I heard.

I was now laying on the washroom floor, my cheek resting against the cold of the tiles. The cool feel of the smooth tile calmed my headache a bit. I had been crying for quite some time now. Now, I just wanted to sleep. But the banging at the door wasn't helping at all.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"Caley! Get out of there right now!" the voice of Abbey yelled.

"No!" I yelled back. I closed my eyes and she pounded at the door.

"I'm going to get one of Lance's friends to pick the lock and then pull you out myself!" Abbey said. I groaned. She was so obnoxious.

I gingerly got up off the floor, holding my head as blood rushed to it. The room spun around for a few moments and when it became still, I stood up all the way. I flicked on the light and squinted as the harsh fluorescent lights stung my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked like a mess.

I pulled the hair-tie that was already falling out of my hair out. Then I grabbed my wavy hair and twisted it into a messy bun. I washed my tear-stained face and then unlocked the door. Just as the door opened, Abbey knocked on my forehead, thinking the door was still there. She brought her hands up to her mouth in surprise. I closed my eyes, trying to control my anger.

"I'm so sorry," she breathed.

"Just get out of the way," I said in a low voice. She stepped aside and I moved over to my bed.

"What happened with your father?" she asked. I felt a pang of pain shoot through my chest and I glared at her. I did not want to talk about this. Least of all with Abbey.

"Look, Caley. You have to talk about this. You were crying in the washroom for hours. And everyone knows you don't cry. So what's going on?" Abbey asked, sitting down at the foot of my bed.

She looked at me, her chocolate brown eyes warm and concerned. Why did she care? What happened to the Abbey that liked seeing me tortured? Where did this caring Abbey come from?

"How long did you hear me crying for?" I asked.

"Like I said, few hours," she said.

"Why didn't you try to get me out sooner?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I figured you needed to get your emotions out. But three hours was too much," she replied. I frowned.

"I don't want to talk about my father right now," I said.

"It's not going to help you to keep whatever your feeling to yourself, Caley. If you're upset, you need to tell someone or else one day, it'll all catch up to you and you--" she began ranting. I put my hand up to silence.

"Ugh, spare me the monologue," I said, holding my other hand to my forehead. I had a throbbing headache and I felt like vomiting. Not to mention I was starving, but it was long after the kitchens had closed.

"Do you have any food?" I asked her abruptly as I felt my stomach rumble silently.  She blinked, confused.

"Umm. I might have like a packet of cookies or something..." she mumbled, getting up and going to her side of the room. "I have a packet of mini muffins," she said, holding up an un-opened bag.

I held my hand out and she tossed them to me. I caught them effortlessly and ripped open the bag, pulling out one of the blue-berry muffins and popping it in my mouth. I sighed in content and leaned against my headboard. Abbey sat back at the foot of my bed and looked at me.