Dark Green

Chapter 22

POV Quinn.

A chill wakes me up. Blinking a few times before my tired eyes are fully open. Sunlight filters through the livingroom window. The wind that has been whistling all night finally ceases as raindrops have done. I rub my eyes hard when a big yawn crosses my mouth. It took me a few seconds to think about what I am going to do next. I sit on the couch and look at the watch in my wrist. It's only eight o'clock so I guess Jared is asleep, if he has managed to get some sleep. I haven't been able to sleep all night, I kept thinking of everything that has happened due to the sound of rain and wind, it has been impossible.

I put the boots on my feet and take all my things. I don't know where is my umbrella but it isn't rain at the moment so I won't need it. I put on my coat before leaving the house, closing the door softly. When I get on the elevator and it begins to go down, I think of what happened the night before. I couldn't say the exact words to end our relationship but I hope that Jared understood what I wanted to say with my words. I still feel guilty about what happened but I hope the feeling will go soon. What I have done is right, I had to decide and I have been guided by what my body and heart feel.

I leave the building and I adjust the jacket to the body. It is freezing and even more at this hour of the morning. The caporous breath leaves my mouth between my open lips as I walk to the nearest bus stop. The cars are driven on the road so roads must have been reopened. When I get to the stop, I sit on the bench alone and wait for the next bus. I want to turn my phone on again but it's too cold to take my hands out of the pockets. I also don't want to know know how many messages Harry has sent in all this time or what he has written The will probably be death threats and that kind of stuff. I sigh and hide my frozen lips on the neck of the jacket. What am I supposed to do now?

The trip home is not very long because fate has brought me the bus that leaves me closer to my house. I decide to turn the phone in the bus when the heat warms my cold body and, to my surprise, I have nothing new. I guess my psychotic father doesn't even cares about me. He must be too busy trying to lock up the guy I 'm seeing these last days. I cannot suppress a bitter smile, who would say to me that this was going to happen.

I turn the key in the lock and enter my warm house . My mother has turned the heat on and I cannot be more comfortable.

"Mom? Dad?" I aks from the lobby while I undid the zipper of my coat.

"I'm in the kitchen, honey!" my mother yells from the kitchen.

I hang my coat in the closet and get into the kitchen. My mother gives me a smile from in front of the stove. The smell of pancakes fills the kitchen but I don't feel hungry right now.

"Your father and I thought you'd be back later"

I grab some coffee that are freshly made on the coffee maker and pour it into a cup.

"I'm tired and I have a lot of studying" I say as I put a little sugar in the cup.

I kiss my mother's cheek with the cup on hands and get out of the kitchen.

"Your father is in the shower so you'll have to wait a while" 

I snort and walk upstairs with slow steps. I just want to get in the shower and forget the world for a few minutes or even a little more. When I go into my room, I close the door with the heel and throw the boots in front of my closet door. I approach the desk on which I have all my notes distributed and take a sip of my coffee cup. I pick up one of the papers and read the confusing notes. I don't feel like studying at all but I have anything better to do. I think all the plans I had with Jared are more than canceled from now. I sigh and leave the empty cup on one of the corners of my table. I sit in the desk chair and reread the incomprehensible sheet.