Deadly Secrets

Chapter 5

Now I realize why the movies only show people sneaking down the drain pipe.  I ripped the fringe on my shorts trying to climb up and my shoelace got caught on something. Gravity hated me; it took me three tries just to get halfway up, only to fall down again. Inhaling deeply I gathered myself up and walked to the front door. I open the front door as the light turns on. Even if the light was off, I could probably still sense her scowl. "No need to wait up Jane." Her arms crossed her chest,

"Do you know how late it is?"

"I'm too tired to check, tell me in the morning." I fake yawned.

"Eleanor Amelia Bast!" Uh-oh, "Its past midnight, you sneaked out of the house to go god-knows-where and don't even get me started on your hair!" She looked like tomato.

"Really? I kind of like it."

"Give me your phone and car keys." I reached into my pocket and gave them to her. As I was retracting my hand she grabbed my forearm and brought it close to her face.

"Whose number is this?" I think her eyes are going to pop out of her head.

"A friend I met, we wanted to keep in-touch." Which wasn’t a lie, but if I tell her it was a super hot looking guy from a party that involved alcohol…Lets just say I'd be quarantined for the rest of my teenager life. She sighed and slumped down into a chair. Her face had started to relax and so did her blood pressure. She pointed up to my room. I could tell she didn't have enough energy to continue the discussion and I was too tired to care. I slowly made my way across the floor, I swear, I could see steam still coming out of her ears. I shimmied out of my shorts and put on overlarge t-shirt that said Tootsie Roll in big block letters. I climbed under my sheets and closed my eyes praying that sleep would come soon.

Two hours later I bolted straight up out of bed with sheen of sweat covering my skin.

I had been dreaming about this garden filled with lotuses of every color. I was spinning so fast around the hedges, my eyes were blurry. But then someone stopped me. Someone with two strong hands, they were too big to belong to a girl. He pulled me against his chest and covered my eyes with his hands. "Run." His words echoed softly in my mind,

"I don't want to, I like it here." Which wasn't a lie, but I could tell something was off, it was far too quiet.

"They will find you if you don't run."

"Who are they? Who are you?" He smiled into my hair and whispered,

"The game is not over yet."

That's it. I had this creepy dream about some spooky, riddle telling guy. I must be really desperate for a boyfriend. I tried going back to sleep, but it was useless. I rolled out of bed and decided to take a shower. The hot water burned my skin and made me redder than a tomato. Weirdly enough my toes still felt cold. 6:36 A.M, you've got to be kidding, I never wake up this early, voluntarily at least. I grab some fuzzy socks to warm my still cold toes. That's when I remember that guys phone number. The words and numbers were smudged but I could still read the numbers. I copy it down on a post-it. Now his name was, was, um…Tristan! Tristan Path, truthfully I prefer the name John. John is such a cute name… I think I should find myself a hobby.