Texas Tornado (Slow Updates)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE FIRST NIGHT

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE FIRST NIGHT

                4 feet. That is the distance that will be separating Aaron and me for a week. The joy.

                 These walls better be thick, because Karen’s moans are not something I want to hear once in my life. But since God seems to think that my life is a big joke to him, luck will probably not be on my side. Why do I always get myself into these kinds of uncomfortable situation? Am I some kind of trouble magnet?

                Well on the bright side, the room I will be sleeping in for a week was fairly big and decent looking. It had a big queen size bed positioned in the left corner of the room and the walls were painted a light brown, matching the dark brown wooden furniture of the room. And on top of that, I had my own toilet.

                You can’t even imagine how happy I was to learn that I wouldn’t be sharing a bathroom with Aaron. Who knows what kind of girls has been in there before. I’m not only talking about Aaron, but when Brady was living here, girls must’ve entered his bathroom a lot too.

                The thought of it gives me shills. I rather not search further into the subject because I have a feeling my mind would get somewhere it couldn’t handle.

                After placing my small suitcase next to the bed side table, I plop down on the bed and stare at the ceiling fan that was spinning in the center of the room.

                It’s only one week; seven days. I can do it.

                And I had to remind myself that I wasn’t completely fucked. I still had a plan to get myself out of this house. I just had to wait until I was alone so that no one would catch me in the act. My mom would be pissed if she ever found out that I left my bedroom window open to sneak out. No wait a second, pissed is an understatement; she would hire a professional killer to make my disappearance a mystery.

                After staring at the ceiling fan for way to long I decide that it’s time to go downstairs and at least try to have a small conversation with Aaron’s family. After all, I was leaving with them for a week and I didn’t want to look like a snobby bitch that was throwing a fit because I didn’t get what I want for once. Apparently that’s what Aaron thought I was.

                I get up from the comfortable bed, and make my way towards the bedroom door. The bedroom hall upstairs was fairly plain. It had couple of pictures and paintings hanging on its walls, but it didn’t look as homey as my house. I guess they just didn’t have any time to put more personal touches in. I mean, they’ve only been living here for three weeks.

                When I get downstairs, I was surprised to see that Aaron was sitting alone on the living room couch with a beer in his hand and the TV remote in the other scrolling down the channels on the 50” flat screen. I look around for a trace that someone else was present in the house beside him and I, but I couldn’t find anything.

                I furrow my eyebrows and take a step closer towards Aaron. When he hears me approaching, he twists his head away from the television to me.

                “Where’s your mom and sister?” I ask him sitting on the edge of the chair next to the sofa.

                He snaps his gaze away from my face and to television again. “Mom’s working and Lil is at her dad’s for the weekend”, he says in a bored tone, scrolling down the channels once again.

                “And you’re just sitting here drinking a beer by yourself, trying to find something good to watch on TV?” I ask him, lifting an eyebrow at his actions.