Late Night Company

four

"Lillian sweetie wake up, your parents are here. They have some big news!"

Rosy was shaking my shoulders gently trying desperately to wake me from my sleep. After her persistently shaking me until I felt nauseous, I rolled over and grabbed her hand as she led me down the stairs.

I then remembered what she had told me and my eyes flew open, I dropped her hands and bolted down the stairs and into the living room with a smile on my face.

I came around the corner and my smile fell, sitting on the couch were two police officers.

I realized that I was dreaming and that I was reliving the scene of being told that my parents had died in a car accident. The tears started streaming down my face and I couldn't control them, I started screaming "No!" I couldn't let this pain resurface.

I shook my head and closed my eyes running up to my bed to climb under the comfort of the sheets.

I jolt out of my bed, my face hot and wet with tears. I glanced over at my clock, 12:37 a.m. Perfect. I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.

I climbed over to my window sill and layer down with a blanket, I cracked the window open and looked up at the night sky.

I love the stars, I always feel like I am connecting to my parents most when I am looking up at a sky full of stars.

My dad loved the stars and knew all of the constellations, he would sneak me out of my bed late in the night and bring me out to look through his telescope.

Mom would've had a fit if she knew. I smiled sadly at the memory, and the next thing I knew I was hit in the face.

By a rock. I looked down just in time to be hit again, at the bottom of my window stood a tall dark figure.

I gasped and shut my window backing away and going to sit in my bathroom.

I watched as the figure was suddenly on my window and climbing through, I stood and grabbed a textbook off of my desk and flicked my lamp on, ready to beat the attacker.

"Angell baby put the book down." A voice slurred, just in time for the lamp to illuminate the face of the intruder.

Marcus.

I dropped the textbook and my hand went to my mouth. He had bruises all over his face, cuts on his lip and eyebrow, and blood everywhere. He was stumbling around my room with this stupid smile on his face, so I'm guessing he was drunk too.

"What the heck happened to you?" I asked in disbelief as I moved forward to get a closer look at his face.

"That's for me to know and you to never  find out angel. Now I don't want you worrying about me but I just needed some help getting cleaned up, so I came to the hottest and most trained girl I know." He stumbled over to me and tripped over the book I had dropped.

I grabbed his arms and tried to help stable him, which only resulted in myself also tripping and us both landing on the ground with me on top.

"Well Angel, I can get cleaned up later if you have a better idea in mind." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, I rolled my eyes and my body off of him to get myself up.

"Get up Marcus, you are hurt, that eyebrow looks like it even needs a few stiches." I walked over and flipped the light in my bathroom on, grabbing the first aid kit out from under my sink cabinet.

Marcus finally got himself up off the floor, wobbled into the bathroom and was about to sit on the toilet when he leaned over and threw up all in my bathtub.