Outcasts

Cleaning wounds

Hey guys sorry for the delay, I hate school so much!!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

 

 

LOLA

Someone called the door a couple of times, there was nobody to attend by the looks of it.

Ramona had went out to pick up some takeout. And Alma was supposedly studying  with her tutor, not a peep from her was heard from her the moment he'd arrived so Lola deduced she was studying.

"Hey! Blonde girls who share my DNA but I seemed to have forgotten both of  your names due the medicine in my blood!"

No one, so even if it hurt like hell, she had to stand up and walk step by step enduring the excruciating pain of the stitches and the slight hollowness in the inside of her step, where the glass had sunken.

Struggling to stand, she walked/dragged/limped downstairs in a painstakingly slow all the way from her bedroom and to the foyer.

''Who's that?" she asked before turning the brass knob, not sure whether or not who was standing behind the door.

''It's us, Adam and Jake, we came to see Lola,''

Lola had never really noticed there was a guilt mirror hanging sinuously over a door.

''Coming!" she called aloud while trying to tame her mess of hair, smoothing it down, and wiping away some dried drool that had dripped from her mouth while she fell asleep.

The side effects of the medicine had her head spinning, swaying from side to side and in an almost constant sleepy state that could only but be added to the list of discomforts.

Sauntering sluggishly to the foyer, Lola managed to swing the door open, and there they were.

Standing  awkwardly outside, the afternoon sun bathing them in golden hues or maybe they just looked like they had a halo.

Two polar opposites, Adam with his green eyes and dark curly mane and Jake with his blond cropped hair and blue eyes.

He beamed at her until he dawned into realization that she was in deep pain.

''Hey, why are you on your feet, Dolores? " his tone warm to reprimanding.

Dolores was her reprimanding name, the way only her parents called her when in deep trouble, mostly when behaving badly. He cut her off mid-sentence.

"You shouldn't be standing, it's bad for the wound," he reiterated in the most solemn of the tones.

Lola stared at him poker faced. "Because I'm unaware of my sister's whereabouts and I don't think my maid even comes to work anymore." she clarified, still annoyed by his reprimanding tone.

Noting her evident purse of displeasure, Jake proceeded to apologize.

"Forgive me, I didn't intend my tone to be harsh or anything, I just wasn't expecting you to be standing, with the stitched foot and all."

Adam cut in by reclining his elbow to Jake's shoulder, flashing a smile at her.

"Don't take it personal Lola, he's just naturally bossy. He's the father figure in the house. How are you?"

Lola lifted a shoulder, not with condescension but nonchalant. "I don't, I figured it last night. I'm fine I guess, hurts like a bitch but I have endured worse pains."  She accidently leaned on her injured foot and flinched, letting out a whimper that raised goose bumps on Jake's skin.