The Accent

Ch 12 - Blurred Lines

Chapter 12 - Blurred Lines

I tossed in bed one more time, growling to myself, I pulled the pillow tighter over my ears, turning away from the door to block the sound out. The sound of clashing pots and pans drifted through from the kitchen, along with Keeley's high pitched giggling.

They better not be having sex in the kitchen.

When I started to drift off, despite my uncomfortable position, the tweeting started.

The annoying fucking tweeting.

It repeated, over and over again, dragging me away from the peaceful grey place that I was beginning to enter.

After ten minutes the annoying tweeting and chirping wasn't just annoying, it was aggravating and enraging, the Japanese should scrap water torture and trade it in for tweeting, would totally get the job done.

"Really?" I spat out, I could feel my eye twitching and I'm sure I looked crazier than an escapee from The Northdale Institute, your local friendly mental hospital.

I launched the useless pillow away from my head, almost immediately the sound grew, apparently my pillow barrier was working quite well and the noise still seemed to get through.

Sitting bolt upright, I glared at the curtained windows that were concealing the way too chirpy birds.

I yelled out a Braveheart worthy yell and stormed towards the window, I ripped the blackout curtains open with enough force to pull them off the pole, wincing from the sunlight that blinded me.

After a moment I found the culprit that was depriving me of my precious sleep, a nest of birds in a tree in the garden over.

"Shut the fuck up birdies or I'm coming back with a gun." I threatened through gritted teeth, widened eyes and shaking my finger at them like I was a grandad telling the neighbour kids to get off of my lawn. I glared at the small feathery creatures for a few seconds longer before I shut the window.

They tweeted in response.

I slammed the window shut, feeling satisfied at the loud bang noise it made.

Smiling to myself now that they were silenced, I climbed back into bed ready to go to sleep for another few hours at least. It had been a very stressful week, loaded with meeting new people, getting lost for practically every class and receiving assignments from professor's.

Hitting my pillow into place with the back of my head, I sighed in contentment, I was finally comfortable and could fall asleep at any moment. My eyes were closed and my body was relaxing into the soft pillows, just as I was drifting off, Keeley squealed loudly. My body jerked from the shock of the unexpected noise, my heart pounded and I felt like I'd been tossed from the top of a building.

Yeah it was one of those dreams.

Hearing Keeley squeal and giggle had me huffing with annoyance, throwing the quilt back I got up and stormed through my door, ignoring it when it bounced off the wall from the force.

I stomped through to the living room, remembering to cover my eyes at the last second, just incase.

"Are you both decent?" I asked breathily, yes the exertion from all of the storming was exhausting.

"Violet, of course we are, we're in the kitchen." Keeley giggled.

I peeked through my fingers, just to be safe, I sighed in relief when I found them not naked. I dropped my hands from my face and gave the offending pair the evil eyes.

They were in the kitchen cooking breakfast, Keeley was manning the stove, Harley's front was pressed up against her back, he began muttering things that I couldn't hear into her ear and was kissing her neck, making her giggle louder.