Awake

Chapter 18

A\N: Hiii how have you guys been? This chapter was really a hard thing to finish in such a short time, sorry if it's a bit shitty, but i hope you like it? xx

Jordan's P.O.V

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I was sitting in my room, hugging a basketball when my mother knocked on my door. I didn't respond to her when she called; I just lay on my bed, pacing back and forth.

"Jordan, are you okay?" She called from behind the door.

"No." I mumbled. I didn't know how she heard it, but she surprisingly did.

"What's wrong, baby?" She slowly opened the door, making a room for light to enter, "Why is it so dark here?"

"It's dark because I like it this way." I said, trying to block my eyes from the light.

"Get up and have dinner, it is six o'clock already."

"I'm not hungry, Mum." I mumbled again.

"Son," she came to drag me out of the bed, "I don't know what in the world happened to you, but this is getting pathetic. Come on."

"Mum!" I whined, "I'm trying to be depressed!"

She rolled her eyes; don't ask me how I saw that, I just did. "Dinner is Magloubah!"

"What is that?" I narrowed my eyes.

"It's an Arabian meal; it's delicious I promise. I learned to cook it from internet." She gladly giggled, "Come on! Join us!"

I decided to give up, since she tried so hard in this. I couldn't disappoint her after all. We both walked, or should I say she dragged me all the way down to the dining room. I sat down next to my Dad. Mum just sat alone on the other side of the table. She felt that empty spot every day since my sister went missing.

With all this drama, I almost forgot that I haven't seen her in such a long time. I have missed her so much!

"How are you, son?" Dad asked while shoving a huge spoon of rise is his mouth.

"I'm fine, Dad." I started messing with my plate.

"Eat that! Don't play with your food." Mum hissed.

"I'm not playing with food. I'm not a ten year old." I continued what I was doing while she rolled her eyes.

"Honey, I'll be going to my night shift right after dinner." Dad said.

"I know that." She said, "For now, enjoy your meal."

"It's absolutely yummy!" My Dad moaned with his mouth full.

A smile of pride appeared on my Mum's face. I tried to finish my food quickly. I really didn't want to be around people right now, I needed to be alone. I needed to think.

As soon as I was done with my food, someone knocked on our door. I saw this as the perfect chance to escape; I got up slowly as my Mum glared at me. I gave her a sheepish smile and ran away.

"Jordan! You idiot!" the voice behind the door screeched.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked while I opened the door to reveal Phillip's face. He looked pissed off.

"What are you doing here!?" He angrily asked.

"It's my house." I rolled my eyes at him.

He palmed his face, "That's not what I meant. Do you know where I was?"

I looked at him funny, "No, I don't. Where were you?"

He sighed trying to hold it together, and that was when I began to worry. He placed his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye.