Black Raven | Wattys 2018

Chapter Three

Is everything we see real? Do you believe in the supernatural? Ghosts? Spirits? Demons? How open-minded are you?

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The Next Morning...

"Hey!! Wake up!!"-Nick's cold hands shook me hard trying to wake me. My head still hurt a little and my body was sore.

"Go away!!"-I pulled the cover up and turned the other side.

Nick pulled my cover off again, "You're going to be late to work."

"Shit!! What time is it?"-I jumped from the bed and headed directly towards the bathroom. My hair and my face were a mess. I looked like a dying-homeless person.

"Jeez! You look like crap."-Nick said standing under the bathroom's door frame; his green eyes looking at me from head to toe.

"Go away!!!"-I shut the door in his face.

"People will run off scared after seeing your hideous face today!!!!"-My brother shouted from behind the door. "And by the way, yesterday's conversation is not over."

I got inside the shower and the cold water woke me up for sure. I almost screamed when that first cold drop of water hit my back. We had to get a heater. I forgot to lock the door and my foster siblings didn't care that I was bathing.

"Hey!! I'm in here. A little privacy would be nice." -I yelled at the first one to come in, but he didn't listen. "You can wash your teeth downstairs or you can wait 'till I finish."

"Connor's using the downstairs' bathroom."-Logan, my 14-year-old, black-haired foster sibling responded in a just-out-of-bed-too-early in the morning voice. He slammed the door after he finished.

Not seconds after, another one came in. I was trying to bathe fast, but with them coming in and out, I couldn't. I heard someone by the toilet and then the sound of someone peeing. I peeked out from behind the shower's curtain, "You got to be kidding me? Are you peeing while I bathe? Get out!!!"

"Hey!! Don't look."-Scott yelled zipping his really tight jeans. I didn't know how he could breathe with that. He stood in front of the mirror and ran his hands through his messy, blond hair. He turned his head to face me, his gray eyes stared at my pale, messed up face, and then with a smirk he said, "You're lucky I was only pissing. You're taking too long and I'm late for work."

"For Christ's Sake!! Can't you guys use the downstairs' bathroom? I'm not one of you. A girl needs her privacy."-I said. It was hard living in a house full of boys.

"Chill. I'm going."-Scott responded while washing his hands. He was taking all the time in the world. Before leaving, he added, "We still have a conversation to finish. See you after work."

The day before, the day that I saw something inside the house, the boys found me outside soaking wet, freezing, with just a towel wrapped around my body, and looking like a crazy psycho that just got out of a madhouse. With weird and worried looks on their faces, they asked me what was wrong and I just said that I thought I heard something and went outside. The broken glass on the grass was from a broken window; don't ask me how it broke, 'cause I have no idea. Scott stayed outside to clean the glass before Lena got home; Logan took the little ones inside; and Ian (my 16-year-old, redhead, foster sibling) and Nick helped me inside and took care of my hurt foot. When Nick saw my eye bags, broken lips, bruises, and how weak I was, he snapped. By then, Ian had gone to help Logan with the little ones and Scott was in my room along with Nick; both of them questioning me, "When was this? Where were you last night? Why didn't you come home? Are you still drinking and doing drugs? What happened? Who did this to you? Was it that prick from today? The one from the bathroom? Why were you with him? What did he do to you? Are you okay?" They ran out of breath and questions. I didn't know what to answer; I was overwhelmed with all that questioning. My head was starting to hurt again and I was getting dizzy, so I said I was tired and needed to sleep, (which was basically true. I'd been up for almost 48 hours straight). While they kept ranting and yelling saying I was trying to avoid the subject, I curled up into a ball, shut my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. Before leaving my room, Scott kiss the top of my head. As you can see, there was no fucking way I was getting out of answering their questions the next day.