The Badboy's Broken Promises *On Hold*

Chapter 03

Narnia Does Exist

He was wrong. They didn't call me the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. In fact, I haven't heard from them for a week now. Every time I tried Katia it went straight to voicemail, and Charlotte's phone was turned off so it wouldn't even ring.

I don't know why it seemed like I was in the wrong here, like I was the one who deserved the silent treatment. I haven't done anything and I don't know anything. I'm so utterly confused right now as to why they are avoiding me.

What was I supposed to do to make this better? I constantly asked myself but always drew a blank: none of them will answer my calls and when I went to their houses, I was told they weren't there- so, where were they? This wasn't how I imagined the first week of winter break was going to go. Christmas was just around the corner and I still need to go and buy presents. We were supposed to go gift shopping together, like we always did, but obviously that's out the window now, and I refuse to go by myself.

It was Saturday morning, and I was wrapped up in my covers like a caterpillar in a cocoon, eating the banana oatmeal pancakes I made earlier. Drowned in chocolate syrup, I ate my feelings away while watching re-runs of My Wife and Kids. This show was just as funny as I remembered it to be and it kind of lifted my mood, but on every advert reality would punch me in face and I'd get upset again.

"Amber!" A high-pitched voice called from downstairs slightly scaring me. I don't know how that woman can yell so loud that her voice travels throughout this huge house.

Instead of yelling back, I grabbed my phone from under my pillow and texted my mum saying I was in my room. A few moments later, I heard her heels clacking against the hard-wood stairs quickly like a horse galloping through the fields. Her steps got louder and louder as she came down the hallway.

"Hey Gem," she smiled, poking her head through the door, new black bangs slightly covering her eyes.

"Hi." I mumbled and her smile fell as she glanced at me and then around the room.

Did I mention my room was a mess? Since my friends didn't contact me after that day, I decided to become a recluse and live in my room until further notice. I stayed cooped up in here for the whole week and only came out when the pizza arrived. I also ordered a weeks worth of snacks that didn't need refrigerating, so I didn't have to leave the comfort of my room. The hardwood floor was covered in pizza boxes (yes, I can eat a whole box of pizza by myself, I have no shame), chip bags, candy wrappers, and soda cans, but I wasn't bothered about it.

"It smells in here, open the windows," mum complained as she cautiously stepped through the mess and to the window, wearing a floral play suit and sporting straight, long, black hair, she looked like she came straight off the runway. The complete opposite from me. She pulled the curtains open and the bright sunlight shine through making me hiss like a vampire and cower under my blanket even more.

"What's the matter with you?" She asked me, worry evident in her eyes.

I smiled sheepishly with my mouthful of food and held up my plate, "I made pancakes."

She kissed her teeth at me and shook her head, "Are you sick?"

"No."

"Is it that time of the month?"

"No."

The corner of her mouth tilted up ever so slightly, that she tried to hide, but I saw because I was watching her like a hawk, "Did Carter break up with you?"