I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes. I look out the window and see nothing but white. I have been here in Holmes Chapel since July. It's been so long. I pull my chest long, blonde hair into a ponytail. I throw on some running cloths from the pile of already worn cloths. I haven't been very up to date with my chores. Much less laundry. Yikes. I walk to the kitchen and the aroma of waffles fills the air. Evelyn must have made them. I pull a jar of raspberry jam out of the fridge, and the plate of waffles of the counter.
I put my plate in the sink, and put away the jam. Grabbing my IPhone off the counter I head out out the door. I don't know why I take my phone, it's not like anyone calls me. Well, except for mom. I guess it's just a habit. I take a path that runs along the side of the forest surrounding the house. After a while the trees begin to scatter, so I decide to turn around. It doesn't take long to get home. I quickly decide to go for a bike ride. I haul the beat up light blue bike out of the garage. I chose to ride towards town. There's a bend in the road where I can't see if any cars coming, because there is a huge cluster of bushes and trees. My mind wanders as I pedal. I make a mental list of what I have to do when I get home. I'm not far from the bend, when I suddenly come head on with a sleek, black car. With the speed of light I swerve to the side and crash into a tree. Smooth. At least I didn't get myself run over. I thought the car would just continue driving, but when I look up it's still there. A tall man, or boy, he looks close to my age, 20 maybe, is getting out of the car. He has the curliest hair I have ever seen, and it's in the most interesting shade of brown. Kind of like milk chocolate. He rushs over to me.
"Are you alright?"
I don't know what to say. I haven't used my voice in forever. I have a strange feeling that if I try to speak no sound will come out. How embarrassing would that be. I clear my throat, and find the courage to answer.
"I'm fine," I answer weakly, sitting up.
My voice sounds weak and scratchy as if I was sick. Well at least I answered. He extends a hand toward me. I hesitate. I reach of for his outstretched hand. Its warm and soft. He helps me to my feet, and glances toward my bike. The front tire is bent almost in half. Well there goes my option of a bike ride.
"Oh gosh." he says.
He looks at me straight on. I look into his blue eyes. My heart skips a beat. I feel like it's waking up from a deep slumber. I shake off the feeling.
"Oh wait aren't you Henry Adamo's daughter, Opal?"
God, is there any secrets in this town?
"I heard that you flew down here," he says.
News travels fast in such small towns.
"Yea," I say weakly.
"Here, let me drive you home," he says.
"Um, I can just walk home I don't mind," I say
I could really use it. To clear my head.
"I insist," he says,"It's the least I could do."
He glances at the bike. I know I can't walk home. He won't let me. I give in, and walk toward him. He opens the door to the sleek black car. Just like a gentleman would. There is a pair of crutches leaned against the passenger seat. I look at him questioningly. he leans in and moves them to the back seat.
"I'm sick," he murmurers.
As if that explains it. I let the thought slip to the back of mind. I sit it the white leather seats. He starts the engine.
"I know what your house looks like," He says," I mean my uncle designed it, he's an architect. It's similar to my dads house."
I don't know what to say so I just nod. The drive isn't long. When we pull up I quickly reach for the handle and swing the door open. I want to get inside as soon as possible.
"Wait, is your dad home?" he asks, "I think I should speak to him"
I freeze and turn around, shaking my head. That's a lie. He takes a pen and slip of paper from the cup holders in between the two front seats. Quickly, he jots something down, and hands me the slip of paper
"Pick out a bike, any bike you want from Mike's Bike Shop" he says, "Or online, whatever, give me a call when you decide, and I'll buy it."
I nod and hop out of the car. The snow crunches beneath my feet. I pocket the sliver roof paper. and rush toward to massive front doors. Before I step in I glance over my shoulder. He hasn't left yet. I cross the threshold, and close the door. It's nice and warm in the house. I pull my shoes off slowly. I can't seem to get him off my mind. I think of him as I start the laundry. As I take a relaxing shower. As I fold the clean clothes, fresh from the dryer. I settle into bed and my mind is still racing. He never mentioned his name. What is he sick from? Thoughts flash through my mind. This can't be happening. No matter how hard I try to push the thoughts from my mind, I can't. I can't fall asleep. I pull open the drawer of my bedside table, and pull out the vial of light pink pills. I'm out in the next 5 minutes.
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How do you like the story guys?
I decided I will make a list of songs that remind me of each chapter. For this one I think:
How to Save a Life - The Fray
You found me - The Fray
~A
