The Boy Next Door (Editing and Rewriting)

Chapter 7

Waking up the next morning wasn’t very easy, even though I went to sleep early I didn’t sleep that much. I mostly tossed and turned all night, trying to escape the demons and the memories that were trying to capture me, trying to pull me down. I refuse to go down again, down there is made out to seem like such a nice place, somewhere you can be whoever you want to be. But it’s not. Down there is a dark place that makes you feel cold, alone and scared, nothing like who you want to be.

By the time I managed to drag myself out of bed I was already 20 minutes later than I am supposed to be, my dad is going to have my head on a plate. I quickly ran through the shower and got dressed again into my comfy clothes, today was a day when I definitely need my comfy clothes. Looking in the mirror I can see my face in its full glory, pale skin with giant black bags under my eyes; making me look as if I got into a fight last night.

After getting dressed and running the brush through my hair quickly, I headed downstairs to find my dad and get some food; a girl needs her sustenance in the morning.  But when I got downstairs I couldn’t find him, that was unusual he is normally already down here with food prepared and waiting for me. I’m usually down later than him, today especially given how late I was, I wonder where he is.

“Dad?” I called out after walking back towards the stairs so that I could be heard throughout the entire house.

“Yes Al?” I heard him call back

“Where are you?”

“In the living room”

“Oh okay, coming” I called back before I headed in that direction, after entering the living room I see him sitting on the couch reading a book, like father like daughter I guess. “Hey Dad, what you reading?”

“Oh nothing,” he said quickly, putting down the book, face down so that I couldn’t read the title, “what’s up?”

“Oh, I was just looking for breakfast; girl needs her sustenance you know?”

“Of course, what do you want this morning?”

“It’s fine Dad, I can make my own breakfast,” I said walking closer to him, “you enjoy your book, see you later.” I said leaning down and giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

I meant what I said to my dad, I can make my own breakfast, or at least I used to be able to. Ever since my dad started babying me again I haven’t had to make any of my own meals, you could say that I’m a little rusty. I guess its cereal this morning then, no time to mess about since I’m already late. Grabbing a bowl and the cereal out of the cupboard, a spoon out of the drawer and the milk out of the fridge, I eat my food as fast as humanly possible. Then I run back upstairs to brush my teeth and double check my reflection, well that’s about as good as it’s going to get without some major surgery or something, I think as I turn away from the mirror and grab my school bag. After running back down stairs and calling out goodbye to my dad, I open the door and step out into the cold.

--Skip to arriving at school---

Once again the double doors stare me down as I gather up the courage to enter through them, into the hallways full of teenagers and their hormones. After a few minutes of staring at the doors I opened them and stepped inside, not really because I wanted to see the people but it was freezing outside and I was going a bit numb.

Arriving at my locker I shoved my bag in before grabbing out the books I needed for my first few classes; Math, English and History. I also grab out one of the many reading books I have stashed in my locker, mainly because people in this place were stupid and reading was an excuse to not have to deal with them. With the books tucked safely under my arm I grab a black pen off the top shelf and slam my locker shut, right before the bell rings signalling that it is now time for homeroom. Running towards the class I see that I am the first one to arrive which is a good thing, I can get a seat and put my head down to hide myself. After sitting down I put my books on the table in front of me and open the book at the book mark and continue reading, enjoying the silence of the room.

It was a few more minutes of silence until I heard the scuffle of multiple pairs of feet and the screaming and yelling of teenagers, my classmates. Though the noises don’t bother me, this book has got me hooked that someone could drench me in water and I probably wouldn’t move, unless of course they got the book wet, but that’s a different story. A story that involved a few words that I probably shouldn’t use out loud, and a few vivid images that are not for the faint of heart. So, as the people filed in and took their seats, all the while continuing their conversations, I simply sat their silently reading.

Though a minute later I heard a voice that managed to steal my attention away from the book, the only voice I wanted to hear right now. Looking up and looking around for him, I couldn’t find him, but he was definitely in here, I heard him. I am not going crazy, I swear.

Looking around the classroom one more time my eyes landed on a group of three boys huddled in the corner of the classroom laughing and talking about who knows what. Hmm, looks like Lucas and Jonathon have a new member in their little group, how lovely yet another person to torture me and make me hate my own existence. Wait, isn’t that Adam?

Authors Note: Was that just a cliffhanger..maybe just a little, enjoy and I'll update again soon! Tell me what you think in the comments, should Adam join up with Lucas and Jonathon!? Let me know below