I'd come for you

Chapter 11: I BLAME IT ALL ON MY DESTINY

I threw a pillow beside me, over my face and snuggled in it's warmth. The morning sun rays peeked through the slit where two curtains-now closed-met.

Wait! I don't remember closing them. Yesterday I remember opening them as I entered the room, so I could see the mesmerising view outside. In fact that is the first thing I did after dropping the bag pack on the floor after entering the room. But I don't remember closing them. I never close curtains, never. I can't sleep with closed curtains.

I need to look at the sky. The moon and sometimes the stars. The sound of the vehicles moving outside. The glow from the street lamp along the dark streets, spreading until it fades at a distance and marries the light dissipated from neighbouring street lamp. The shadows of the vehicles -moving on the road- against the windows. The trees that dance to the beat of the wind. It is like a lullaby to me.

But then again, I remember Adi giving me a piggy back ride and I fell asleep on his back. He must've tucked me to bed. I remember him gently kissing my temple as he tucked the sheets under my chin. He damn well knows I like that. For a moment I thought I am at home. I adjusted my eyes to the dark and tried to figure out my surroundings, sitting up, when a calloused hand gently pushed me back down.

Shh. It's me. Go back to sleep, munchkin.

Munchkin!!!

I was wide awake now. I threw the pillow back beside me and sat up. Only person called me munchkin.

"Shut up, Munchkin!" He growled huskily in my ear. I moved and froze as his nose touched my throat.

Nick!
It was Nick.
He tucked me to bed.
He kissed my temple.

I hide my face under my palms as I realised I had smiled lazily as his lips touched my temple. He sure must've thought how insane I am for smiling weirdly in my sleep.

I groan-the sound resembling to that of a dying whale or a crying hyena-as I get out of the bed. Honestly, I don't know how any of the two sound in aforementioned circumstances, but it won't be a pleasant sound to hear, I am sure.

Kicking my embarrassment to the far back in my mind, I pull out the suitcase that I hadn't bothered to unpack-which is beside my bag pack-in the wardrobe, and place it on my bed. I don't know if we're going trekking or just visiting some places around here, so I just settle on three/fourth jeans that reach just below my knees along with the fluorescent orange v-neck top.

Oh, and I never wear full length jeans or pants. That is something my father is not proud of. In fact that is the only thing, he keeps bugging me about. He keeps reminding me that I am not a child but an adult, and that I should look like an adult too, by wearing full length jeans. He thinks children wear three fourths and grown ups wear full length jeans.

He went so far as to point out the girls to show me how a teenager is supposed to be dressed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't affected by that incident. He was always the one who stood by my side and understood me, even when my mom was being her emotional self. It hurt a bit knowing that he couldn't respect my choice. It wasn't like I was showing off something I wasn't supposed to. And he wasn't the typical father that restricts his daughter from wearing shorts n all. No. But he was just concerned that I would be misunderstood and treated by others as a kid. He just wanted me to grow up and be responsible. And in that fear, he forgot to consider my opinions. But I didn't tell him off, even when I sometimes got annoyed. I nodded to everything and in the end did only what I wanted to do. Eventually he gave up on me.

I dump the suitcase back into the wardrobe-too lazy to unpack-and pull the curtains apart. I close my eyes shut as the a big yellow globe hits my line of vision. I blink rapidly, as I see black shiny blotches.