You Make The Pain Fade Away

Chapter Twenty

I closed my laptop, smiling to myself. I stood up from my bed, switching off the old a/c. I gazed around for my Vans and once I located them, I pulled them on.

Madison and I were just Skyping and she was gibbering that she had a surprise for me. I know I’m finally going to see her in like a couple of days, but I had to give her directions and such. She had insisted to Skype. In two days I’m going to have to confess the dreadful news.

What will be her reaction?

I’m nervous and fearful.

I declined the stairs from my room and strolled down the hall. The intense smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies instantly hitting my nostrils making me crave for some badly.

I hurried towards the kitchen as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Grandma had just taken them out of the oven and was placing them in a basket. She looked up at me as I strode in.

“Cookie?” she asked. I nodded eagerly.

“Help me make another batch then,” she said. I watched as she covered the baked cookies and set them on the counter. I stared at it, anticipating to devour them in a little bit.

“Okay, what do I do first?” I asked, cheerfully. She smiled.

Okay, I have to admit that I’m the world’s worst cooker ever or baker... whatever. Point is that I got flour all over my shirt and a little bit of cookie dough on my shorts. My hair is a complete mess with a little flour here in there.

Once the second batch was in the oven I was relief.

But I’m going to have to take cooking lessons, because I had no knowledge of what I was undertaking. If it wasn’t for my grandma leading the way, I would’ve baked the world’s worst cookie ever. I’m not even exaggerating!

I regret so much not helping my mother in the kitchen. I would’ve collected a lot of skills.

I gathered all the dirty dishes and washed them, then I had to clean all the mess I made, and honestly I just wanted to sit down and eat the goddamn cookies.

Once I accomplished my task, I searched for the carton of milk in the refrigerator. To my dismay, I came empty handed.

“There’s no milk?” I asked my grandma in utter disappointment. She shook her head, biting a cookie. “I can’t eat cookies without milk. That’s like eating macaroni & cheese without cheese.”

My grandma laughed. “I’m sorry darling. Paul took the car, so I can’t go get the milk.”

I shook my head, in dissatisfaction. “I’ll go in your bike.”

Grandma glanced out the window. “The sun will set soon. I don’t think it’s a great idea.”

“I’ll be back before sunset!” I exclaimed, running out through the back door. I desperately got to the warehouse in the back yard, unbolting the door. I scrambled for the bike and dragged it out. I leaped on it and pedaled briskly out to the front. Soon enough I was on the road.

I know it’s quite far, but I must get the milk.

I continued to pedal nonstop. I was going fast, but I was determined.

I wasn’t attentive to my surroundings. I was focus on the road ahead. I saw the upcoming hill and I mentally braced for it.

I can do this… it’s just a stupid hill.

I recall the last time I tried it, it was unbearable. It literally killed my legs.

As soon as I began to incline it, I was exhausted quickly. I had to get off the bike and climb to the top of the small hill, dragging the bike with me. I took a small five minute break, before I descended the hill on the bike.