Lies & Deceit (H.S)

10

After baking my chicken nuggets I set them onto a plate and make my way to the living room. I put on the TV and search for a movie to watch. I search the channels for what seems like forever and finally decide to watch beauty and the beast. I basically devour my chicken nuggets to ease my hungry stomach. I lay back onto the sofa and relax after eating, while watching the movie with half a mind. The other half of my mind was busy running around thinking about what I would write next if the opportunity arose. My phone buzzed vigorously on the counter, distracting me, and almost falling down in the process. I cock my head to the side and eye my phone. When did I get so popular? I let my head fall back onto the couch as I groan. Why didn't I just bring he thing with me? With a loud, irritated sigh I get up from the sofa. I pick up my plate as well, deciding not to take two trips. I quickly rinse my dish and grab my phone from the counter. As I walk back to the sofa I unlock my phone and notice that I have two missed calls and four messages. With my attention being drawn to the notifications on my phone I don't even notice the living room table growing closer. As I reach the table I knock my shin against the edge.

"Motherf-" I cut myself off with a sharp inhale of breath.

I drop my phone to the floor and clutch my shin. I bite my lip and grit my teeth while my eyes are shut tightly as I wait for the pain to ease. As I stand on my one leg it grows tired and starts to wobble so I decide to sit down. With a crash I fall onto the sofa, still clutching my shin. I glare at the inanimate object as if I were about to kill it. I bite my lip as I decide to let go of my leg. A slight trail of blood trickles down my leg and I notice the purple on my skin of an already forming bruise. I study my wound and decide that it is not too bad as I struggle to get up. I limp on y way to the bathroom, hissing every time I put too much weight on my leg. When I enter the bathroom I quickly reach for some tissue paper to clear up the blood that was threatening to drip from my foot. I sit down on the toilet as I wipe up most of the blood before wetting a cloth and wiping over the drying stains of blood as well. I hesitantly wipe over the wound in an attempt to rid it from blood. I quickly dig around my bathroom for a band aid and to my benefit I find one in the medical cabinet. I gently wipe the wound again before covering it with the band aid. I shake my head at my clumsiness. I huff and get up from the toilet to make my way back to the living room. With a slight limp I make it back to the living room, the pain having subsided. I glance at the table once more and notice that I bumped it so hard that it actually moved from its spot. I widen my eyes at the sight, quite certain that I was going to get one hell of a bruise. I slowly pull the table back to its original place and bend to pick up my phone from the ground. I'm relieved to find that my phone did not break. I frown at it, silently blaming it for hurting my shin. My phone buzzes in my hand, startling me. I unlock the phone and first check my missed calls, one from Stephen and the other from my mother. I clench my jaw while refusing the urge to yell. Can't they just leave me alone? I ignore the calls and check my messages. 1 From Harry, 1 from Tom and two from Stephen.

17:01 PM From Harry- How was your first day? x

I smile and reply to Harry's text first before reading the next message.

17:19 PM To Harry- It was nerve wracking but I made it. I had to write a short story!

I hit send and move onto the text from Tom. After Tom had messaged me earlier I decided to save his number.

16:05 PM From Tom- I know you probably dislike me, but I just don't want any bad blood.

I roll my eyes and decide to reply.

17:21 PM To Tom- It's fine, don't expect me to like you.

I send and pout my lips, why does it matter so much to him that we don't have any bad blood? He was totally fine with telling me what to do on Monday and now he has a problem with it. Something doesn't add up. I narrow my eyes slightly as I stare at the text I sent him, but decide to leave it be and read the messages from my brother.