Drawing Voices

Where Do I Belong Chapter Twenty Five?

Lola's P.O.V

After what felt like hours of walking back to the apartment by my lonesome self, I patiently knocked on my door for either Kate or Sammy to answer.

I stared at the pain mahogany door; memories flooding back from when I had taken Dan to this dump of a place. I awaited outside for a couple of minutes but there was no answer. I scrummaged around my bag to find my key and unlocked the door. Carefully i pushed it open allowing the memorable smell of damp run up my noise. "I'm back" I called through the hallway into the shared room. No one answered. I walked into the large room to find Kate and Sammy asleep. I don't blame them because it was really early in the morning. I looked over to the side of my bed it was now painted bright pink. Pinker than Kate's side. What has Kate done? Just as I was about to slump my bags down a tall blonde figure arose from the duvet.

"Eeekkk" She shrieked, waking the whole block of flats up.

"Ekkk" I replied, rather shocked to see a stranger in my bed.

"Who are you?" She questioned adjusting her eyes to the light.

"Who are you?" I replied my blood beginning to boil.

"She's Caitlin" Kate intervened. "She lives here now because we thought you moved in with Mr Goody Two Shoes!" She said rather pathetically.

"So what's happening with my rent? Where am I supposed to go now?" I asked, feeling a bit sorry for myself.

"Do we look like we give a fuck?" Kate said as she tossed back into her bed.

Sammy sat in the corner of her dark side of the room watching us all. She paused for a moment before she finally spoke. "You can sleep on the floor tonight if you want. I have a spare blanket or you can share my bed?" She said rather sweetly.

"Thanks Sammy but I’m alright." I laughed at her generosity. "I have an idea where to go now. We'll keep in touch right?" I said with confusion in my voice. I never talked to Sammy properly as I always thought she would have been mean to me. Just as I’m about to leave I have realized that she isn't bad after all. I never thought I would have asked her to keep in touch. Oh well. Another friend made.

I shut the door behind me and pottered down the echoed stairs; thinking about how I need to go back to Psychology class in the morning. Where the hell was I supposed to stay for the night?

I sat down on the last step and let my thoughts flow through my head. 

The Woods. I may as well stay there. My old home...