1-800-OOPS

Six: Listen Big Bird and Daddy Long Legs

"Oh shut up already! I'm going!" I sleepily walk down the double spiral staircase and head for the door. The sun is shining through the windows. It reminds me of a kaleidoscope. This house is scattered with dozens of windows of various sizes.

I like it. It brings in the light when this house often feels dark between the bitter arguing and the leaving. The broken family that we Carter's have become.

"Bernie?" I grumble, rubbing my eyes and blinking a few times. I am only met with silence, besides the constant banging on my door. Then I remember that Bernie had asked for this saturday off and of course I did not deny his request. He does so much for me already.

In all honesty, I have no idea how I got home last night from the bonfire. The last thing I recall is lying against the cool sand, my hair tousled in salty ocean water. I recall watching the moon, the most beautiful thing. I also remember crying, but that's a constant emotion I revisit. My best guess would be that Chase took me home, or maybe Dylan. I'm not sure at this point but I am sure that I feel like absolute shit.

Shocker.

My hands run through my hair and it's so frizzy, I fear that I may look like Bob Ross. I fix my white tank top that has risen up by tugging it down but in turn it only makes my boobs pop out more. Grunting, I try to fix it again.

My bare feet dance around the freezing cold marble floor. I should have brought down my slippers. Maybe the thought would have passed my mind if I wasn't being woken up at the most ungodly hour.

The knocks against my wooden door are persistent and loud. I swing the door widely open, ready to yell at the idiots who decided it would be funny to wake me up during my peaceful sleep.

But I'm met with an odd sight. Two men are dressed in formal black suits. One of them is bald with a beard and the other has short black hair. Their eyes are sharp and their noses crooked--like they've gotten in one too many fights.

I mean, they may look scary but if they were sent to kill me, they would have already done it right?

Instead, they are just standing there like dumb and dumber.

It's a silent battle between us. I notice that they have small mics attached to the collars of their shirts. For a moment I think I might be being pranked, but these guys seem too professional. They give off a serious vibe.

"Adrianna Carter?" Baldie speaks up, burly eyebrows raised in question.

I nod slowly, unsure of what to do. A few thoughts cross my mind. One, I could call the police, two, I could listen to what they have to say, and three, I could shut the door in their faces.

I go with the last one.

Shoving my hands in my pockets I remember the state I left my phone in yesterday. Well, option one wouldn't have even been an option.

Slamming the door harshly, the sound ricochets throughout the empty house. This is probably not the best time to be alone. I cringe at their perfect timing. I turn my back against the door, leaning on it. I bite my lip anxiously.

I never told them my name. How do they know my name? Goosebumps rise up my arms.

I start pacing the hall in attempts to recall what they hell I did last night. God knows what I could have done, I was drunk.

For all I know, I could have broken into a zoo. Or worse yet, I could have let all the zoo animals escape.

Who let the dogs out? More like who let the zoo animals out? And it would probably be me.