Remember

Chapter 9: The Big Brother

I keep quiet as Sawyer walks me straight to the kitchen. He goes to a cupboard, grabs a glass cup, then gets a pot. I stand there flinching at every move he's making. He paces  back and forth angrily, making unnecessary loud movements. Clearly he's agitated; he turns the stove on and pours milk into the pot. What is he doing?

"Sit" he instructs curtly. Not wanting to make him even more upset, I do as he says. Although I'm slightly confused as to why he's upset? He doesn't know me or care about me. I watch him stand by the stove, he runs his fingers through his curls. Eventually I hear him let out a long sigh. I'm taking that as a sign that he's cooling down. I get the courage to say something.

"Please tell me you saw what I saw." He has to have seen it, it was right there. He turns his head slightly, acknowledging my thought, but ignores me. He pours the warm milk in a cup.

"Here" he says, handing me the cup. "This will help you relax, and fall asleep. Maybe then you'll stop seeing your stupid hallucinations." He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me to finish the glass full of milk.

I grab the warm glass, and look at him annoyed, "They're not hallucinations." I say with certainty. "I know you saw it." I look at him with challenging eyes.

"Opal, it's fucking too damn early for this." He glares at me. Of course he doesn't believe me, everyone enjoys denying so much they use it as as a defense mechanism. I squint my eyes in suspicion, watching every movement of his face. And nothing, he gives me the same hard glare.

"Stop calling me that." I whisper yell.

"Hurry the hell up and drink the milk." A glare war is happening in the kitchen. I'm not going to back down.

"Of course you don't believe me, why would anyone believe me?" I whisper staring at the ground feeling helpless. I give up trying to convince him, I know he saw it. I hear him sigh once again, and I look at him. His face is softer and he looks exhausted. I forget for a moment that this is his house and I'm only a guest. I can't make a big deal about this. He watches me as I gulp down the glass of milk. I don't bother looking at him.

"I'm sorry, night" I say, not expecting an answer back. I head towards the room I'm staying. I think the warm milk is starting to kick in and I feel relaxed and ready to fall asleep.

The next morning comes way too quick, and I have to drag myself out of bed. I take my sweet time, getting off the bed. All the adrenaline rush has taken a toll and I feel drained. Mix that with all my emotions and I feel like I could cry all over again, but I won't. I think I'm the only one awake and since I fell asleep starving I hope I can snoop around the kitchen and find something worth eating. I head toward the kitchen and the brunette girl is there. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she's wearing what I assume is one of Sawyers white shirts.

"Good morning." I greet with a smile, she jumps up a little frightened and turns to me.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to creep up on you." I apologize.

"Oh, it's only you. I thought you were Sawyer." She says going back to what I'm guessing is her breakfast. A smoothie with vegetables, which if you ask me isn't much of a breakfast, gross. She turns to me and gives me a fake smile. This is awkward and I don't have any idea with how to act or what to say.

I look at her, she has a decent amount of make up on. I can tell she's really fit from her lack of clothes. She seems way superficial, I guess that's Sawyers type. It explains the other brunette at the mall he was flirting with. Wait, he was flirting with someone when he's clearly with her. I hear my stomach grumble, and look up to see if brunette notices but she doesn't.

"Umm, do you know if Sawyer has any food?" I ask in desperate need of food. She looks at me annoyed and just points at a random cabinet.

"You can look in one of those." She says and turns the blender on. Ok hint taken, she clearly doesn't want me to talk to her. When she's done, I have so many questions I want to ask her. I notice she doesn't have a ring on her finger, unless she's getting it cleaned. Hmm.