Hidden In the Knight

Chapter 3

"I have to get out of here Blaire," I said as I ran up the stairs. I continued down the hallway until I reached my room and I paused to fish out the key. I had to lock my room up or my parents would've destroyed and stolen from it. The door opened wide and I walked to my bed, reached under, and pulled out my already packed suitcase.

Blaire had followed me and whistled, "Were you planning on something like this happening?"

I glared at her, "No, I always have this packed and updated in case I needed to get out of here quick because of them. Now if you would excuse me, I'm going to add some things since I have the opportunity."

I threw some make-up in, toothbrush, razor, and my favorite blanket. I put my two tiny hamsters in their portable cage and grabbed their food and exercise balls. I grabbed my phone charger and pillow and left the room to grab my school bag. Blaire just followed me.

"Hey you know we can come back if you forget something, right? I don't live that far away."

"Let's go," I wanted to get as far away as I could from this place right now.

It was a long car ride with Blaire not saying a word, just waiting for me to finally lose it. I held the hamsters close to my chest and just stared ahead. Maybe something is wrong with me and I am just an emotionless freak. There's a lot of maybes today really. As soon as we pulled in her mom came running at me. Oh shit, she already told them, I looked over at her and she shook her head.

"Oh sweetie, Blaire said you'll be staying with us for a while. Is it that bad? Maybe it's time we call the cops. Are you okay?" she looked genuinely concerned.

"No, Mrs. Dellure, I'm not really okay. I'm not staying because my parents are fighting. They are dead. I found them when I went home from here this afternoon. The cops have been told and they know I'm here. I'll only be here until my Aunt Jillian gets back from Ireland." It all just spilled out.

Shock, concern, and sadness all flashed through her face in a second, "Oh honey, come inside. Blaire get her things and take them upstairs to your room. Let's go inside and I'll make you a cup of tea. You can stay as long as you want. You can talk about it if you need to, okay? Blaire, get her things."

I shook my head, "I can get it Mrs. Dellure. Blaire just take my pillow and charger." Mrs. Dellure walked beside me like I might fall over or something. Maybe that's what a normal person would do. I don't know. I'm just an emotionless freak. I see now why they put me in the freak section. I don't have any emotions. I'm heartless.

I trudged up the stairs, slower than I ever had before. I continued forward into Blaire's room and dropped my things as soon as I got inside, placing the hamsters and their things down gently. I stood back up, feeling no urge to move. I didn't feel so strong and brave anymore like I had when Officer Bradley was there. I felt empty more than anything. Blaire squeezed around me and threw my pillow on the bed and put the charger on the nightstand. She slowly walked over to me like I was a scared little animal that she didn't want to startle. She grabbed my arm and turned me around and led me down the stairs again to the kitchen for the hot tea her mom was making me. Her mom offered me cookies, but I knew they'd be horrible so I gave the excuse that my stomach was upset and she nodded like that made sense.

I know I am horrible company, accepting and drinking the tea without a thank you, just sitting there silently as Blaire rambled on about random stuff, trying to get my mind off of things, but I just couldn't form the words. I guess this is what they call shock. I mean I know they weren't the best parents to me, but I still loved them very much and I'm not sure how to function in a normal life after their crazy, drunken one. I finally say thanks and head up to Blaire's bedroom. I just want to be alone for a little bit and I still needed to call Aunt Jillian.