I just have to get out.

Part 17

“Luca.. Please! Wait!”

I watched him as he turned to leave, I cried out to him. I slid of his bed as fast as I could, rushing to the door frame. There, standing behind Luca was Sappy and Ethan. They had either heard me (In some strange way) or Luca had just come up and got them. Luca had his back to me, seeming as if he was talking to Sappy and Ethan. They were gobsmacked and staring right at me.

“Yvonne? What’s wrong? Luca said he’d come upstairs to get you, to explain some things when he found you in his room –“Sappy started but then was cut off by Luca.

“Well, something similar to that sort-of story. Yvonne, what were you doing in my room? Why were you crying?” He asked me these questions but in his eyes, I could see he already knew the answers. I didn’t need to explain myself did I? Not for the benefit of Sappy and Ethan. So instead of giving him a proper answer, I just shrugged as if to say I couldn’t remember exactly what I was doing.

“Anyway, Mum called to say that its dinner time and that we should gather round the table. She said she’s got something special cooked for everyone. Seeing as it’s near school time again, she wants to speak to you, Yvonne” He continued, beckoning me, Sappy and Ethan downstairs as he moved past the duo, that was Sappy and Ethan, before disappearing from view.

Shit. School. Great timing guys. Great timing.

“Ah crap! That means homework and shit. Oh well, ‘least we’re still together Yvonne!” Sappy piped in, trying to offer her best comments to me. It wasn’t working. My mind was still on school and how everyone would react. I mean, last time I knew what was going on was that everyone else had believed that I had killed that guy, who was part of Aaron’s group. Ah hell. There goes my life now. Staying inside for the rest of my school life. Just wait till college. It was sort-off good that Luca was in the school’s Sixth Form. But it wasn’t the same. Well, he hadn’t been in the same school sixth form. Until everything kicked off and he started to get worried so he transferred. I think that’s why his dad is pissed at him. Just because of him transferring and ruining his chances of getting a good job or getting excellent grades for his siblings to follow.

Someone snapped their fingers in front of me, and I found out that it was Ethan. “Erm.. Yvonne, are you ready to go down for Dinner? Remember, it’s something special tonight”

“Yeah sure, let’s go!” I tried to sound enthusiastic about going to Dinner, simply because I was going to be worrying about what they were going to suggest about me going to school. The only solution I can see happening is that I stay here with them for a bit while they get my parents round to discuss things. But I doubt it will actually go ahead.

I mentally sighed, before taking to the steps and slowly descending. I listened for hushed voices, concerned voices about arrangements but all that caught my ear was the fact that someone was planning a big surprise for someone else. Was it someone’s birthday? I couldn’t remember. Approaching the bottom step, I stopped. Just out of curiosity, I pressed the side of body to the side of the banister to peer around it towards the Kitchen. Nothing special seemed to be happening.

They must’ve seen me, ‘cause Luca’s mother rushed out to greet me and usher me into the kitchen. Sappy and Ethan were close behind us and when everyone was gathered, it was announced. “Now, everyone, my darling Husband, Russell, has just been promoted and to top it all off, Luca here has announced that he will take a study leave after finishing this year to go to America. So I announce that we have a toast. To celebrate!” She said this all in a rather, upbeat and cheerful tone. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

Luca. MY Luca, was going on a study leave after finishing to go to America. When was this decided?

We all raised the first glass that everyone laid their hands on in celebration, but my mind was going around in circles. Asking the same questions that I figured no one else was thinking about. When had this been decided? Did his father choose this for him? What would I do?

I know it sounded all very selfish, for me to think about myself. But he was the only one who could most likely keep me in control. Unless they sneakily come up to me afterwards and tell me details. I don’t think I could handle this guy going off to some foreign country without me.