My Life As It Is

Chapter Twenty

Why do they make beds so comfortable? It must be a crime, because I never want to leave this bed, and all my fluffy pillows and blankets. Well, I'm not complaining.

"Tay! Storm! Foods ready!"

On second thought...

I jump up from my bed and run down the hallway, almost colliding with Tay as he jogs out of his room at the same time as when I ran past it.

I continued to run out to the kitchen, where tea was sure to be waiting.

I had looked for my phone, unsuccessfully for about thirty minutes before I had given up and abandoned it, thinking that if it was in the house then it would turn up. Its been four days since the fire in the bathroom and we had been allowed to stay home for those days. Today Ryan hadnt been at school, and I was thinking he was just playing it safe.

I reach the kitchen where mum had been setting out the food on the bench, apparently tonights special is battered fish and vegetables. I slow down considerably when I see the beans, peas and Brussel sprouts.

Lucy sees my slightly disgusted face, and smiles.

"What? Doesnt the big sixteen-year-old like vegies? Well, Ill not let you eat pudding until- wait, knowing you youll just probably have a hideaway of food in your room somewhere. Just eat the vegetables." Mum says, a seemingly real annoyed look crossing her face.

I look at Tays sitting form at the food, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. He had a knowing smirk on his lips, and I realized how his lips moved up into a lopsided smirk or smile, meaning he had one eye a bit more closed than the other one. His blue eyes shone with a gleaming goldish green that I had never noticed before, and his smirk grew when I didnt look away after a few seconds.

"Better eat that ego, oh wait, you probably shouldnt, youll end up being heavier than the fattest person in the world if you could even eat that huge ego." I mumble just loud enough for Tay to hear and his smirk to be washed off his face, before an even bigger one replaces it.

"Oh yeah? Well-"

My mum cuts him off by dropping a glass on the tiled floor of the kitchen, it shattering into many small pieces, but the main piece if the somewhat recognizable good glass remained, small sharp pieces threaded all around it.

"Are you okay?!" Both Dante and I panicky ask my mum.

"Shit, thats the forth good glass Ive dropped this week..." Mum mumbles under her breath, carefully picking up her feet and walking out of the kitchen. "Well well have to go to the shop in the next few days to get some more then yeah? Sorry kids," she says, her face seemingly aged.

My mum looked different lately, she had been clumsier and more to herself, seemingly hiding behind her mother feature. I furrow my eyebrows at her actions, the last time she was like this was when dad was still alive No. I refuse to think of that.

"Mum, are you sure youre okay, mentally?" I question, going over to my mum, who was starting to clean up the glass.

"Im fine sweetey." Her voice was shaking as she answered.

I decided to leave it and come back to it later, and instead I help my mum picking up the glass and think of how Ria must be, she had gone on a whale watch exhibit and wont be back for a few days. My thought are on her leaving me at school all alone. And of course, I told her about Fire- Ryan. She was able to call me for a few minutes in the time that they were swapping boats, and she said something about wanting to kill the caption of one of the famous whaleling boats Ria can get scary when she is dead set on something.

I clicked back into reality when my mother sat down on the table and I realized that my body had subconsciously sat down and started to eat the food, but I barely tasted it.

I stared at the table top, flying above the clouds with unimportant thoughts

"Storm? Hellooo?" Tay says as he waves his hand in front of my face. "I told your mum about Ryan, and I said, if you were listening, that I told the cops. I gave them your phone for the recordings as proof, I stole it last night when I listened to your phone call with him. They haven't given back your phone yet but the called me and said that the trial for Ryan is to be held soon, tomorrow."

Whatever happy or blank look I had on my face was dropped and replaced by a wave of sadness and disbelief. I just fully got hit with what Ryan had actually done to my family and now he will pay the price. I trusted him, and he was such a cool guy, but he tried killing me with that fire.

My eyebrows scrunch up as I go deeper and deeper into my smoky prison of thoughts, the smoke twisting around my mind and tainting it with its darkness.

I shake out of it and meet Tays eyes, the beautiful swirls of blue and storm grey that has made its way in with the light shining on his face. His face looks apologetic, and I get a flash flood of anger make its way into my head. How dare he go and do all this, and without me saying he could. The way he easily made himself at home and into my friend group was unnerving, to say the least. So, I instantly created a small wall around myself, trusting him a little bit less. Then my mind wanders to how he had always been there for me when Ryan hasn't, and how he has gone so nicely with my mother. But the wall of distrust towards him does not falter or shrink. If anything, it grows a bit more as I see something hiding behind his eyes, some sort of secret that is buried.

"Storm! ... Storm!" I see his lips moving, and in the back of my mind I understand that he is trying to talk to me, but all I could focus on was my thoughts and the questions that sprinted though my head.

Ryan tried to kill me.

Dante is hiding something from me.

Ria isn't here.

My mother is trying to hide something as well.

What did I do to deserve this?

My life as it is, is crap.

And with that, I do the next best thing. The thing that I have been doing a lot lately. With tears streaming down my face and a vacant look in my eyes,

I faint.

And boy, the ground must be hard.

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