When The Truth Comes Out

Or I Will

Chapter 15

An impending beat thrashed against my head, one of those headaches that push you toward delirium. I sat up in my bed and grabbed one of my pillows, squeezing it firmly to my upper body. I didn't even know the time... the time! I had the sudden urge to check my phone because Landon had to have called. Yeah it's been a week since he jumped of the planet but I was still wishing he would climb back up. We all kind of were.

The weekend was ending, Monday, and I still wasn't going to school. I didn't even bother to set my phone's alarm because I refused to go. I mean it was already midday, I believe my mother was vacuuming again; I could hear the roaring that was similar to a bobcat because of the slight screeching of the belt.

Oh, and my texts read [Empty] just as they have since Amber had bragged via text about her exciting birthday bash next month. Landon was in no hurry, I realized he was the sole reason for my brain and my skull clashing together.

Stepping out of my bed, I slipped into my fluffy drugstore house slippers, sliding across the floor so everything didn't squeak as much. I took both my hands and held them on the side of the door, my mom must have checked on me since the door was cracked. I peeked around the corner and took a few airy bounces down the stairs. I went for another step when a door upstairs whined open. I flicked my head up intensely, almost reaching its breaking point, when I looked up it was only Megan sporting her black sweats her hair up in a ponytail. I grabbed the guard rails and waited for her to speak, but she only turned toward the door hiding her head in the corner. I guess we were back to the ignoring thing. I breathed heavily shaking my head and continued down the stairs. She wasn't even supposed to be home, it was ME time today.

I stepped into the vestibule; my mom was cleaning the carpet on her knees with a blue bucket full of soapy water positioned beside of her.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" I asked. If I pull the innocent act for a while maybe I can tell them I was confused on how babies were actually made, seems a plausible option.

She looked up and smiled, "someone must have dragged their muddy shoes through here last night. Did you have someone over Macey?"

I pulled my head back surprised, Caleb. I started to shake my head. Caleb climbed through the window to get in, and right back through to get out. There was no connection.

"No, nobody was here to see me, maybe Meg-," I stopped short when Megan cleared her throat at the edge of the stairs. I lowered my head shamefully.

"No I didn't, maybe you snuck a boy in," she sneered looking me down to my slippers. I planted an evil glare straight at her, what was she presuming? There is no way in, you know, that she was up; I was absolutely certain the entire house was dead. Metaphorically speaking... My mother only snickered.

"Your sister doesn't understand that species," She replied scrubbing into the carpet with a livid vibe. Megan rolled her eyes, and shoved my shoulder as she passed; I stepped back and held my shoulder.

"Ow," I whispered under my breath. I shook her child's play off and proceeded with my mother.

"So has dad called?" I asked crouching down to the floor with her. My bangs fell into my eyes, so I pushed them back cautiously planted my butt to the carpet.

"No, he hasn't honey," she huffed and pushed her wrists into a more synchronized motion. Then she looked up to me, and gave a soft smile. "Have you?"

I shook my head.

"I have," Megan piped up, her mouth stuffed full with a red apple. The juice began to roll down her chin, but she caught it in time, soaking it into her sleeve as her arm slid across her lips.