Going Under Cover

Chapter 21

21

I wont lie about it. That had been one of the best nights of sleep that I had experienced in the longest of time. The pillow case was so thick that I just sank into it the second my head had touched it, and the mattress just molded into my body. It was complete perfection. So much so that I promised that I would ask Elizabeth where she actually found it. And then, if I could afford one, I'd buy one for my new house. Whenever I got one.

It kind of sucked really. I had just payed of the mortgage of my old home and now, now I had to leave. For me, it wasn't a case of whether I had an option or not. I couldn't, nor would ever, feel right in that village again. It had too many bad memories now, memories that overwhelmed any good ones that I may or may not have had.

That was the thought that I woke up with. Very depressing if you asked me.

I sort of knew then that it wasn't going to be the best of days for me.

And that's the thought that I rolled out of bed with. The floor was even comfortable so I lay there for a moment longer, soaking up all the heat from the underground heating, which must cost a fortune in a house that was this size. I didn't ever want to see a bill totalling that amount in my life time. I had been pretty content with not using too much power in my old home. Sometimes, I would even light candles in the evening and read a good book. It was extremely relaxing.

 It was sad how much I would miss experiences like that. Who knew where I could end up next? Without a job or any money, I was pretty much screwed. In fact, I hadn't realized how truly grateful I should be towards Steve, Martin and Bradley and Liz until that moment in time. I had some places to stay because of them. It may be nothing permanent at all, but I at least had a roof over my head for the time being. And that was enough. 

Until they caught the murdering bastard that is.

Slowly, I figured that it would be best that I got up off the floor and get into action. I wanted to create a good first impression, and if getting up would do that, then that is exactly what I was planning on doing.

The t-shirt that hung love on my body, I thought, would have to do. Despite my two suitcases, I never actually owned an abundance of pyjamas. I never needed to really. I always just wore a large shirt and some short, or sweats, either or. They were comfortable enough. And if they were all torn and mite-bitten, then so be it.

I was slightly regretting that decision now. If Elizabeth was anything like my mother, she would be coming out dressed for the catwalk. Mother always had her make-up and hair done for breakfast, I think that she might spend about an hour in the bathroom before she actually comes down to eat. It was kind of sad thinking about it. She was always so conscience of everyone judging her. I'd hate to waste valuable living time on that.

After I actually got up, I, after a few minutes of hard struggling, made it to the door. I leaned my ear against it, just to see if anyone was around. But if my hearing was accurate, then nobody was because I  was met with stony silence. It was quiet out there, too quiet.

I peeped out of the door first, before I made any move to leave. I didn't know why I was acting so strange but I guessed that it was because I was currently in a foreign building, surrounded by people that I barely knew. That warranted some 'ninja skills' surely. If it didn't, then I don't know what does.

Truthfully, I didn't quite want to have a run in with Martin this early in the morning. I wasn't really awake yet and I wouldn't put myself into such a position where I couldn't fully trust myself. Firstly, I'd rather have myself prepared, a conversation already planned out in my head if I could. That'd be great. But I didn't really know how to think like Martin, so there was a major flaw to that.