Under the Mistletoe

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I instantly shut them again. My head was pounding and my muscles were aching, my sweaty body immediately burning up.

A groan escaped past my lips and I placed a hand on my forehead, gently massaging in attempt to ease the pain. Then, I felt a weird tickling sensation in my nose and my mouth flew open as I sneezed.

"Achoo!"

I grabbed a random tissue that was lying on my dresser and wiped my nose, throwing away the germ infested horror as soon as I was done.

Oh god, what was wrong with me?

As I opened my mouth to call my mother, a fit of coughs escaped, causing my throat to ache. Once again, I tried to call my mum but my voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse and throaty.

"Mum." I croaked, briefly closing my eyes.

I was met with no response and so a sigh escaped past my chapped lips. I licked them in attempt to moisten them, all the while internally debating over whether I should get out of bed or just lay here. I made up my mind on the former option, choosing not to opt for the latter. I honestly didn't think my family would notice if I didn't come down, that's how much attention they paid me.

With my mind set, I lifted the duvet off of my burning body, relishing in the slight cold air that kissed my skin, and swung my legs out of bed. As my feet made contact with the hard wood floor of my room, I swayed unsteadily, from side to side. In the midst of this, I ended up tripping over one of Caleb's toys, landing not so gracefully on my butt. A groan of pain emanated from my lips and I inwardly scolded myself for being so stupid.

Just as I was getting up from the floor, my mum burst through the door, pan in hand.

"Where's the boy?" She demanded, waving the pan in her hand around dangerously.

I ducked my head, narrowily missing the pan which was only centimeters away, and rolled my eyes.

"Mum," I drawled in a casual manner. "There's no boy."

My oh so lovely mother decided to ignore me as she repeated once again, "Where's the boy? I don't see him anywhere."

"That's because there is no boy!"

Dear god, what had gotten into my mother?

"But I heard loud noises of someone moving around in your room. I could only assume that you were getting active with a boy up here." My ridiculous mother blatantly told me.

"Those loud noises-achoo!" I sniffed. "Were noises of me attempting to get out of bed. It wasn't-and I repeat- wasn't noises of me doing the deed with a boy."

"Oh." Was all my lovely mother had to say in response.

A smile curved onto my lips and a relieved sigh made its way past my lips. Phew, my mum believed me.

"Oh my goodness, he could be hiding in your closet!"

Nope, she totally didn't.

As my mum continued to rampage through my closet like a herd of wild animals, I perched on the edge of my bed, eyeing the mess my mother was currently making.

"Mum," I called, trying to gain her attention.

"Hmm?"

"Are you done searching for the imaginary boy in my room?"

The pan was now lying on the floor, long forgotten as it lay there in all its shining glory, my mother's apparent knight in shining armour when there was a boy in my room. Well, it wasn't that shiny anymore, considering the fact that it was used a lot. But still, it would suffice.