Reckless. [TMNT 2012]

15. Darkest Night; Evelyn

Even when the front door of my house separates me from Casey, I can't stop thinking about him. His multiple questions freaked me out. Why was he so desperate to know my favorite holiday? And why did he focus on Halloween so much?

    The question that shook me the most was the one about scaring little kids. I lied to him about that, yes; but it isn't any of his business! I barely know him, so he doesn't deserve to know what I do in my free time.

    I wish I hadn't lied about how I spent Halloween, though. That was an unnecessary fib that I would probably pay for later through karma. I had wasted the entire night chasing after some guy dressed up like a skeletal Jason the Hockey Killer. But I don't see it as a waste. In fact, I can't stop thinking about him. My 'Prince Charming' enjoys constantly taking up all the space in my head. I like the feeling far too much.

    As I unbundle my coat and boots, I just can't figure out why Casey would ask me such questions. He guessed too close to the truth of what I had done on Halloween night. I'm not certain how he knows. Unless...

    No. He isn't the guy from the party. He couldn't be. The party guy is charming, funny, and entertaining. He is nothing like the uninteresting and lazy Casey Jones. There's no way they have any relation whatsoever.

    I look around my mansion of a home. The many open spaces and tall staircases are clean and sparkly. However, as I ascend to my room, there's something lonely about the seemingly countless rooms. I live with both of my parents and a maid, but that's it. It seems ridiculous for only four people to live in such a huge building, but I never think much of it. I am used to it.

    It's not that I am lonely, because my family is actually pretty close. We eat dinner together every night to learn about each other's days. We go on vacations together constantly, and we also love watching movies together. Especially Christmas movies. Overall, we are a happy family.

    When I get up to my room, I take a deep breath to inhale the cinnamon aroma. Candles line the open shelves, engulfing the room in their lovely scent. My bed is made up nicely, its orange bedding standing out against the pearly white walls. The circular, sunset-colored rug in the middle of the room ties everything together.

    As usual, I sit down on my bed and get started on my homework. I work for an hour until my mom peeks into the room, her curly white-blonde hair falling into her face. Her blue eyes are alight with a happy greeting as she walks in and sits beside me.

    "Hi, honey," she says as she gives me a side hug. "Working hard?"

    I puff and drop my lead pencil onto the bed. "You have no idea," I mumble. "I think my brain is about fried."

    My mother laughs. "That's quite hard to do," she replies as she rubs my back affectionately. After a moment, my mother starts talking again. "I came to tell you that your father and I are going down to Pennsylvania for a few days. We would take you, but this is strictly business. I'm sorry."

    I shrug. Despite the fact that we are a close family, I am also used to the fact that my parents take several business trips a year. I'm not bothered by it, however. We still talk over the phone and chat over webcam. It's like they never leave in the first place.

    "That's alright," I answer with another smile.

   "Angelina will still be here," my mother reminds me. "She'll take care of you. Not that you need it, of course."

    Angelina is our maid. She as a small, oriental woman that has the kindest eyes I've ever seen. She has worked for my family since before I was even born. She is practically a part of the family.