It's Not Magic

Twenty-Seven

My eyes opened the next morning, my neck feeling knotted as I sat up. Well, the rest of the way. Kane was still sleeping next to me, and his body fell on me, no longer having my support.

"Kane," I said as I pushed him off me. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

His body jerked as soon as his head hit the floor, and he sat up, looking at me. "What the hell?" He asked, confused and still half-asleep.

I laughed. "Good morning."

"Uh huh," he mumbled as he fell backwards, going back to sleep.

Laughing, I stood up. Who knew he wasn't a morning person? I wandered over to the kitchen, searching in the fridge for something that I could make for breakfast. There wasn't much to go on, but I could work with what I had.

Pulling ingredients from the fridge, I went over to the stove, grabbing a pan that was hanging behind it. After cracking a couple eggs into the pan, I reached for a drawer beside me, pulling it open. Grabbing what I needed, I went back to the eggs, breaking up the yolks. I even added cheese as the eggs were closed to finished because cheese and eggs was never a bad idea.

The smell of breakfast filled the air, and I breathed in the smell of it, smiling as I took it in. I still wasn't used to eating three filling meals a day, everyday. It was one of those things that I never have truly had the chance of enjoying. I shook off the thought, not going to let her ruin this good morning, not today.

I turned off the stove, and grabbing a plate from the cupboard, I transferred the eggs to the plate. I walked over to the opposite counter, fork and plate in hand walked over to my stool by the counter.

As I sat eating my eggs, I couldn't help but think of the night before. I'd shared so much with Kane, so much more than I thought I ever would. And he'd shared with me too, about his brothers and sister, and his parents, and, even to my dislike, Jade.

She seemed like a nice girl, from what Kane said, and I knew he cared about her, but my stomach still knotted at the thought of it.

I still hadn't told him about her though. It just didn't feel right, talking about her, opening up that door. Talking about that monster just was allowing her to come back into my life, and I didn't need, no, want, that. She was fine where she was: in the deepest part of my mind, never to be touched.

My hand hit the edge of the plate beneath me, sending some of the eggs flying a few feet on the counter, the fork clattering on the floor. "Shit," I muttered, bending over to reach for it. Setting it next to the plate, I swept all the eggs into my hand and headed for the garbage can.

My eyes spotted the clock, something not seeming right as it read 9:37. I frowned at the numbers, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Shit," I realized, my eyes widening. "Shit."

I raced over to Kane, and kneeling down next to him, I started shaking him. I kept repeating 'shit' over and over again, trying to wake him up. Dammit, he was a hard sleeper.

"Kane!" I yelled, shaking his shoulder. "Kane, wake up!"

He remained sleeping, despite me practically rolling him across the floor.

"Goddammit Kane, wake up!" I yelled at him, finally just flipping him over, giving up.

He muttered something, probably in his sleep, and I rolled my eyes. "Fine then," I told his sleeping corpse. "Stay there, but don't come crying to me when Braelyn kicks your ass."

Almost sprinting, I ran to my room, almost pulling the drawers out of the dresser. I pulled out a gray t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, quickly exchanging them for my pajamas. I pulled on my shoes just as fast, running out of my room as I pulled my hair back.