Dark Descendant

Chapter 19

There is a ringing sound coming from somewhere but I can’t be bothered to open my eyes let alone get up, however the noise is persistent and really starting to get on my nerves, I reach for my alarm clock but my hand falls onto solid cold ground. Startled I open my eyes and come face to face with the tiles of my kitchen floor and I push myself to my feet, maybe a little too quickly as the room spins and I am forced to hold onto the counter to steady myself. This is an all too familiar feeling and the fact that this is the second time today I have felt sick and dizzy worries me a little. I think back to the events of earlier, Mary had a go at me, Trey had a go at me, Ty… well I’m not even going to think about that, then I threw up next thing I know I’m on the floor, it hasn’t been the best of days. I look through the patio doors into a pitch black night, I’ve been out all afternoon and who knows how long into the night.

The noise that had roused me from my unconscious state chimes again only this time I recognise it to be my door bell, quietly I take the back set of stairs up and enter my parent’s bedroom which is located on the front of the house giving me a perfect view of whoever could be on my doorstep, I don’t like opening the door to people… especially at night. If it’s Ty again I don’t think I’d be strong enough to take him now that he would no longer be doubled over in pain.

I don’t turn the light on and even though I doubt I can be heard I tiptoe through the dark room manoeuvring around furniture that I instinctively know is there. I glance at the piercing red LED alarm clock which tells me it is nine pm, so I hadn’t been out too long then, before peering outside.

A large figure fills my doorway but without light his face is sort of hidden in shadow, as I think this, like he heard my thoughts, he pulls an Iphone out of his pocket and the screen flares into life making his features completely recognisable. He plays with his screen before putting the phone to his ear, my own phone begins to play Paradise by Coldplay and I pull it out of my pocket, see Trey’s name flashing on the screen and throw it on to the pillows of my mother’s bed, it would have probably been easier to click ‘cancel call’ but then he would know I was avoiding him so instead I just threw it away from me, he briefly looks up towards me as if he can feel my gaze or maybe heard my ringtone and I jump back landing silent and expertly on the balls of my feet, my phones starts ringing again and I just flop onto the neatly made bed next to it and stuff it under the nearest pillow putting another one over my head to drown out the noise. I can’t take another conversation with Trey today, it is emotionally draining, it goes from happiness to guilt to anger to more guilt, I also don’t want to tell him about my conversation with Ty today, why bother? It will only make him angry and he’s already looking for him what difference would this make? And I just know that if I end up face to face with him and he asks if I have anything to tell him I will sing like a canary, I am not lying to that man ever again, not after this morning.

So best thing to do is avoid him, childish yes, cowardly yes, stupid yes again. But none of these things make me leave my spot on my parent’s bed and none of these things make me answer my phone, instead I lie in the same position and listen to the door bell and listen to Coldplay until he gives up and the sound of a car revving it’s engine and squealing down the round, as its wheels spin angrily, shatters the silent night.

Sighing I sit up, collect my phone and remake the bed smoothing out the duvet repeatedly. I think back to waking up on the kitchen floor but all I remember is the growing pain in my and can’t figure out a reason for it so I push it to the back of my mind labelling it as unexplained and unimportant.

As I close the door to the bedroom my stomach rumbles loudly, I haven’t eaten since the ice cream back at the pack house and for obvious reasons my stomach is probably completely empty anyway, in all the excitement of the last few days I realise that I really haven’t taken care of myself very well. So dragging myself back downstairs I hunt through the fridge and the freezer for food… looking at the contents is kind of daunting, I’m a crap cook in all honestly and looking at these ingredients baffles me… I mean what do I even do with prawns? And how long am I meant to cook pasta for?