The Thirty Fifth Guy

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen - Shock & Run

Chris' Point Of View

I couldn't even fathom words to express the surge of emotions rushing through my body at light speed. They crashed through and started picking immediately at my heart, wearing it down to nothing.

I started blankly, my eyes totally unfocused not quite comprehending the fact that my sister was just standing in front of me, well behind a closed door.

I'll even go far enough to say that I pathetically pinched myself, making sure that I wasn't dreaming. Pathetic, I know.

I didn't even bother to alert Zach that we had unwanted company on our property and I considered calling the police or our security company to take her away, but since she's related to us I highly doubt they would.

"Chrissy, please open the door," her voice rang. It sounded the same, pretty, velvety almost. It flowed harmonically, and enchanted multiple guys to fawn over her. It was like she was a princess, it didn't help that she looked the part. She inherited her blonde hair from my mother, although hers was softly wavy, unlike my mother and I's. Her eyes were my fathers, chocolaty brown.

"You lost all right to call me that when you walked out on us," I yelled through the door that separated us. I was surprised at how cold my voice sounded, but I didn't really care.

She started to respond, her voice sounding hurt, but my grandmother's voice was closer and louder, "Christina Sanders let your sister in this instant!"

"Are you fucking serious?" I said in disbelief.

Her eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her mouth. "Who gave you that mouth! She's your sister?"

"She left us!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt tears well up in my eyes, a reminder that I wasn't as strong as I thought I was, and blinked them back, willing them not to fall.

"What?" She asked, obviously not aware of the situation our relationships were in.

I pulled my lips into a tight line and spoke the words that I knew were untrue. My expression was stony as I tried to convince myself, "I hate her."

To say my grandmother was shocked was an understatement, but before I could see her full reaction, I swung open the door and sprinted past Daisy's tear stained face.

As I was running the lone image of her face was fresh image in my mind: the tears dripping down her cheeks, her black makeup trailing in a stream, her perfectly manicured fingers wiping the traces of her tears away.

I tried to ignore the salty tears blurring my vision, I really did.

I couldn't really see where I was going at this point. My phone long forgotten in the house, as well as my shoes, I just kept running.

Eventually I ended up at the beach, in my ripped Uconn sweatshirt and black spandex from last night.

I walked around, mostly at the beach, before deciding that Zach would come looking for me and find me here, so I went the only place I could think of that could possibly distract me from my own thoughts more than surfing could, Read & Weep.

Callum's Point Of View

I didn't really know what to assume when I saw Zach's name flashing across the screen of my phone at ten at night.

I was just finishing up a game of COD with the guys, when my phone started vibrating.

I tried to call Chris to see if she was in for a round of Call Of Duty, but she didn't pick up. For someone on their phone so much it was weird, or she was just ignoring me.