Our Own Protection

»Chapter Nineteen«

»Eudora's POV«

I sat on the island counter, watching Paris race around the kitchen in search of something.

I picked up my spoon, taking another bite of my cereal as I continued to watch her. "What are you doing?" I asked after a few more moments of silence, and took another bite of my cereal as she turned to me.

"Looking for something," she answered, turning back around. I frowned. Not the answer I was looking for.

"What is this something?" I asked, getting off of the counter and walking to the sink, washing my dishes before turning to her.

"One of Pige's toys," she answered quickly, and I looked at her skeptically.

"But why are you looking in the cabinets?" I pointed out. "Pige may be hyper, but I don't think she'd be able to jump that high."

Paris sighed, annoyance clear and I frowned again. "Whatever, just leave me alone for a minute," she bent down to some of the other cabinets.

I crossed my arms, walking to the doorway. "Fine," I called before walking out and to the living room where Zane laid on the couch, asleep, with Herb on his stomach asleep.

I sighed, walking past the couch and walking upstairs and towards my room. Mostly, Zane and Ashton had avoided me since the whole junkyard deal, but from some evidence, I don't think Ashton cared about what he had seen. Since he and Paris had spent more time with each other lately.

I don't think they realized that anybody noticed, but either way, I didn't like it. Since Zane was avoiding me, I was either always drawing or with Clarissa, and this routine had began to get boring, even though I loved spending time with Clarissa, I wanted to hang out with my sister.

I looked around the room, walking towards the closet and grabbing one of my hoodies and pulling it on. I pulled up my hair into a ponytail, letting my bangs hang in my face.

With that, I walked back downstairs, past Zane, and snuck out of the house, knowing I wouldn't be allowed to go where I was going alone if anybody knew.

For all I knew, the whole family of Prescotts could be at the junkyard, waiting on one of us to show up, but I wasn't standing idly by in the house anymore. I wanted to go do like I use to, hide there so I could think by myself without being surrounded by people.

And although these people weren't screaming and yelling at Paris and I, I still felt suffocated from being in that house forever, not even being able to go to school. Clarissa had basically pulled us out, saying she had seen records and knew we could easily make a living without a schooling life.

That and she'd been worried about sending Paris and I to school with the Prescott children after us.

I sighed, climbing up the ladder to the roof of the building, and sitting there on the edge, overlooking the junkyard and paintings all over it from Paris, Zane, Ashton and me.

I sighed, laying back while still allowing my legs to hang over the edge.

After a couple of minutes, I closed my eyes, pulling my legs up and letting the sun shine down on me. I laid there for a while, starting to fall asleep.