Stranger

ch20

Life keeps moving while dragging you along.

That's how my life was going right now. Two weeks later and the last weekend before school started came faster than ever before.

After finally deciding to come out of my cave, I had spent the rest of Ethan's stay home just hanging around the house with him, watching movies and talking about anything and everything. And, because numbered days went by quicker than ever, then came the day for him to go back to campus and leave me to return to my cave again.

I didn't hear from Devon a thing either. Not a peep. Except for that day that I had gone to the mansion last week and saw Devon's butler who, might I point out, had been extremely rude to me, I still waited for Devon to come back.

Seeing the butler had put my mind to rest a bit though. I reasoned that if the butler was back, that meant that Devon would be back too, sooner or later, so that meant that he was indeed good and safe, but he just wasn't here. That's what the evidence pointed to, but I had my doubts.

It's strange because I can't really explain it, since it's just a feeling and not an actual proof that Devon was here, but my gut was sure, and I mean 100% sure, that Devon was in that house and he was ignoring me. Again, I don't know how to back it up, I have no way of doing so, but I just knew it and it was eating me inside.

As I told the butler, my mind was a very imaginative one. So, ideas were running wild in there and I had to do my best and ignore them all. Or try my best doing so.

The butler had told me to wait, Ethan had told me to wait, my reasonable side told me to wait, but my heart was telling me that something wasn't right. This whole deal was giving me a bad taste in my mouth and I didn't like it. I hated when I felt like this, when I knew something was wrong in my heart because it always turned to be right. It had been this way with Roger and it was again now with Devon. I just hoped, prayed, that this time around it was wrong.

So, as I was saying, life keeps moving. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower. This time, it had been too fast for my aunt to keep up.

Mom got a call yesterday that my dear aunt had fallen and broken her hip. I had a little knowledge on broken bones, since I had experienced breaking my arm when I had been in middle school, so I felt sorry that my aunt had to go through casts and bed-rest while taking care of her family. The other downside was that the older the person was, the longer it took for the bone to heal properly.

This was the reason I was dragged out of the house this lovely spring Saturday evening. Mom had guilt me into going with them, saying that it was nice and proper of me to go and be there for my aunt, like my presence would change something.

With this mind frame I was staring out of the car window that was parked on the curb at the town square. Mom wanted to buy something for my aunt, wine maybe, and chocolates for my cousins. My cousins, for your information, were older than me, they all were around Ethan's age, but mom still treated them like they were kids and since they weren't complaining, I wasn't saying anything either.

"So, school starts next week, huh?"-dad asks as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, unfortunately." He chuckles.

"I'd say it's rather fortunately since it will drag you out of that room that you haven't left for the whole break." I turn to him with a pointed look.

"You too now?"-I ask annoyed and he just chuckles again.

"Hey, eyes are for seeing and I'm just commenting on what I have seen." I roll my eyes as I go to rest my forehead on the window again.