A/N: So far this updating each story every other week thing is going well so I'll continue with that. It's currently Friday and it's half term so I tried to get a bit of a back log of chapters going before I go back to school, so I wrote this a little less than a week ago and I haven't checked it since then. You'll have to let me know about any mistakes in the comments. Other than that, enjoy the chapter and don't forget to vote if you did c:
Sunlight spilled through the gap in the curtains, sending a laser beam of 'no' straight into Kya's face. She squinted, rolled over and then shoved her face into the pillow. Her ears were still ringing. Her head was throbbing. She dragged out a long sigh and looked up at the clock on her bedside table.
The numbers were far too bright, and strangely blurry. 7:02? Maybe it was 2:07, she wasn't sure. She felt like she was too heavy for her own legs, but stood up anyway, running a hand through her hair, blinking lazily. She looked in the mirror, brown hair tangled over her shoulders. She dragged a hand across her face and squished her nose.
She needed a shower. What day was it? She had no idea. Tuesday? A school day at least. Maybe. She pulled a face. How was she this hung over from a Monday night? She grabbed some clothes from the pile on the chair by the desk and headed to the bathroom.
"Kya," she heard someone call through the door after about ten minutes. Their voice was masked by the sound of the water falling, so she wasn't exactly sure whether it was Ezra or her mum.
"Yeah?" She called back. There was a bruise on her arm, but she didn't remember what it was from. Her mouth felt dry. It also tasted weird; she had no idea what she had drank, but it was disgusting now.
"You're gonna be late if you don't get out of the shower soon," they said, "you know your hair takes 37 years to dry." It was Ezra, clearly. Her mother wasn't one to exaggerate things to that extent.
"All right," Kya said, rinsing her hair once more.
Her parents were at the kitchen table when she walked in. There was a small knot in her stomach whenever they looked at her in the morning. She was always afraid they knew something, but they didn't. She always left when they were out, and always came home before they got back.
Then she remembered that Ezra had seen her yesterday. She recalled the disappointed look on her face, and the way her voice had sounded too alone in the night time, but all of it was fuzzy around the edges. Maybe she'd just dreamed the whole thing. It was hard to tell. Ezra had seemed normal this morning, not that she would have been able to yell anything about it through the bathroom door. Ezra wasn't like that. Ezra was good at keeping secrets.
"Morning," her father said cheerily. He was eating a fry up, while her mother was sipping on some tea. Her dad was always the one to cook in the mornings. He was first up, so it made sense. Kya picked up a plate and put some food on it while her hair fell over one shoulder, dampening the material of her shirt. She sat down, feeling more relaxed than before.
"We saw Addison late last night." The relaxed feeling was gone.
She tried to seem inconspicuous, fork moving something around the plate. "Did you?"
"Yes," her mother said in her thick accent, "he looked like he was by himself."
"She," Kya corrected.
Her mother repeated her sentence without missing a beat. "She looked like she was by herself."
"What time was that?" Kya asked, her mind searching for an excuse.
"Not sure," her mother said, "early hours of the morning."
Kya shrugged. "I'll ask her about it today if you want."
