The Host of My Heart (On Hiatus)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

The rest of my week and the first three days of the next week were relatively normal. I dutifully repeated whatever Issen had texted me to Hikaru with only the smallest amount of glee. Usually Hikaru was a master at seeing through my lies but I guess she was so high on being Issen’s ‘one and only’ that she just didn’t care. And I definitely wasn’t complaining about that fact.

It was Thursday once again and it was only one more day until my vacation.

I was so excited! I had already planned out the next two work free weeks. Sleep in, eat and watch TV and most importantly; never leave the house. I was planning to invite my mother over and having her cook for me as well. Dealing with her nagging about living alone, having a boyfriend and gaining weight was well worth the food.

I was going to have a great time, or so I thought.

When I walked into my apartment that Thursday night, it was blissfully and perfectly empty. I was clutching both my mail and my cell phone as Issen had just texted me some bullshit story about going dress shopping yesterday afternoon. As if I would ever shop with him, I could barely stand Hikaru’s snide little comments.

I dropped my mail onto my couch before walking into my bedroom and changing into my pajamas. My night was supposed to be incredibly peaceful. I had stopped by the bookstore and picked up a few cheap, cheesy novels and I had received a couple of furniture catalogues in the mail. Plus, my cabinet was filled to the brim with snack food.

So yeah, an amazing night pretty much.

I had just snuggled into my couch, book open in my lap and bag of chips open in my hand when I heard someone fumbling with door. For a quick millisecond I felt a nervous fire engulf my body before I reminded myself that Hikaru was the only one who had a key to my apartment and my nervousness was unnecessary.

Despite my logical thinking, thousands of scenarios ran through my brain. Most of them began with a violent stranger coming into my house uninvited and ending with me dead. I let out an audible breath of relief as I spotted Hikaru’s neon pink Versace bag swinging violently in the door. I turned back to my book and snacks for a moment before the slamming of the door startled me away.

“Hikaru! Stop slamming the door. The hinges are weak.” I chided as she threw her bag to the floor. She frowned at me stonily as she stomped over to the couch. I flinched as the sound of her platform heels echoed through my home sharply. I glared down at her feet.

“Hey! Take your shoes off! Some of us don’t have maids to lick their floors clean.” I scolded, annoyed at the scuff marks on the hardwood floors that I had mopped last weekend.

“Cut the shit.” Hikaru snapped sharply.

I looked up at Hikaru, bewildered. She never used her ‘you’re a piece of shit and I never want to see you again’ voice with me. Only with clingy ex-boyfriends.  I put my book and food aside and stood up.

“What’s wrong with you? What are you talking about?” I asked softly.

Hikaru threw down her bag and shoved onto the couch.

“What’s wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? How could do something like this to me?”

I rubbed at my shoulders, still stinging from her heavy handed shove.

“What are you talking about?” I repeated frantically. I didn’t know what was going on and I sensed my body begin to run into overdrive. Sweat began pool hotly under my arms as a powerful chasm opened in my stomach and started to pull my organs down into it. What had I done to offend Hikaru like this?