Eleven Roses

Chapter Eight

"I left because...she left." He says after a long pause. "Who left?" I ask genuinely confused. He has let go of me and has his back turned towards me. He doesn't answer but i know what he meant now. His mother...she left. Why? His parents always seemed so happy...like nothing could ever tear them apart. I have so many questions but i can see now is not the time to ask. I can't bring myself to words all i do is...hug him. "I think I'm going to leave," Fynn says pulling away.

We walk back into the party and i watch as he drives off. I look at my phone and realise that it is only 9 o'clock. I'm not in the mood to stick around all of these drunk and most probably high teenagers. I decide to stay outside.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and then see a figure sitting down next to me. Thank God...it's Noah. "Not enjoying my company so much that you had to come out here?" He says with a smirk. "Yeah you know how much i hate you" i reply with a laugh. "Hey...could you take me home?" I ask him. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Yes." We climb into the car and Noah can tell I'm not in the mood to talk because he doesn't make an effort at conversation. We sit silently as we pass the multiple luxurious houses on this street i have dubbed "rich people avenue." Filled with stuck up snobs that I never want to associate myself with again.

...

I hug Noah across the arm rest and make my way inside my house. I walk inside and shut the door as quietly as i can ,careful not to wake anyone up. I make my way up stairs to my bedroom passing by each of my sister's rooms and checking on them. I instinctively check on my dad even though I could hear him snoring when i walked in. I successfully make it to my room and shut the door. I glance at the clock on my desk and the cold realisation sets in... it's 11 o'clock at night! I'm never up this late... so why haven't I crashed yet?

I lay there on my bed thinking about the events that occurred tonight. Or yesterday night I should say, since it's currently 3 in the morning. This is exactly why I don't go to parties. In the course of one party I got weird looks from every guy there, death glares from every girl there, found out the my former "boyfriend's" mother left him and realised... I  like attention. And don't even ask what I mean by that because frankly I don't even really know what I mean by it. All these events flood through my head before I slowly begin to drift off...

I am woken up by the blaring ring of my alarm. Why is it still set!? I groan as I realise the alarm clock is on my desk...on the other side of the room. I placed it there on purpose to motivate me to get up. I'm not a morning person. Besides the point, I get up to turn off the alarm. It's 8am and surprisingly the house is silent. There's no way that none of them are up? I push the door of my bedroom open and am greeted by even more silence. I glance into my sisters' rooms and see nothing but neatly made beds. I walk over to my dad's room and am met by the same sight. Weird.

I walk back to my room and slip on my slippers. I continue to make my way down stairs in an effort to locate my family. The house is empty, they must have gone out. I walk into the kitchen and see a slip of paper pinned to the refrigerator. I pull it off and begin to read it.

~Lara
We headed out to get some groceries and do some shopping for Kayla's concert. Morgan needed a few things too. Didn't want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful. If you need anything call and there's leftovers in the refrigerator. See you later honey♡
-Dad

I can't help but smile at the note my dad had left. Well looks like I have the whole day to myself. Perfect, because I need to do some thinking.