The Guilt Consumes

Chapter 04

It's crazy to think that the people you once loved, cared about, are now gone because of a reckless and silly mistake that you had made. The mistake that determined someone dearest to you to have left, unwillingly and that's because of your mistake. The mistake that will haunt you for the rest of your life even if it kills you.

"Hi honey, you okay?" My dad greets me as soon as I enter the front door. His Scottish accent brings warmth and comfort to my mind.

"Umm, Yeah. I'm okay" I drop my bag on the floor and walk into the kitchen where my father is.

"How was school?" He asks me all the while taking his reading glasses off.

"It was weird being back there to be honest" I tell him while taking out the Nutella and a croissant. I put it in the microwave for it to heat up.

"Why was it weird?" I shrug not knowing the answer myself.

"I guess it's because, everyone will be wondering why I had disappeared for two whole years." I tell him, taking out my croissant and sitting at the stool with the jar of Nutella. I spread it across gaining a disgusted look from my father.

"Really Lythey, really?" I shrug biting into it and moaning because of the chocolatey goodness.

"Itsh weely good" I tell him while wiping a bit of chocolate from the corner of my mouth. Swallowing the remaining content, I wipe my hands and mouth with a tissue. "So, where's mum?" I ask my dad. He sighs and I know what's coming next. "Actually, forget I asked. I just realised that I don't want to hear the lame excuse you or her are going to give me" i say getting up of my seat and head for the stairs. I hear my dad walking behind me.

"Blythe it's not that, it's-"

"It's fine really dad." I disregard what he's about to say and run up the stairs to my room, shutting the door and locking it. I slide down the door and cling my knees to my chest hugging them. A single droplet of tears slides down my cheek. But I don't wipe it away. Instead, I let it be.

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I wake up in an odd position. I'm lying horizontally across my bed and my neck in a funny position. I sit up and crane my neck letting it stretch as i feel a kink. I massage it down trying to ease the pain but to no avail. Forgetting about it, I stand up and walk out of my room to the bathroom. Showering and brushing my teeth, I walk out with the towel wrapped around me. I bump into someone almost falling to the floor when a hand grabs the crook of my elbow. I look up to meet my brothers' sky blue eyes. That's the difference with us, I have deep, ocean blue eyes whereas my brother, Leith, (another Scottish name by my kind father) has sky blue eyes. Very light. The very similarity we have is our nose structure (which my mother says) and the red hair which we so kindly inherited from our dearest father. Leith is my older brother by two years. He's 20

"Whoa, clutzilla careful" he playfully tells me. He's called me that ever since I fell off of a stool and broke my shoulder blade. I roll my eyes and push him back. I tighten the hold on my towel and barge past him. I slam the door shut and begin to get ready. I slip into my light blue washed boyfriend jeans and pair it with one of my Levi's t-shirt that is way too big for me but whatever. I put on my leather jacket and grab my bag and start to make my way down the stairs all the while trying to put my very curly hair into a high ponytail. After succeeding, i glance at the mirror on the ground floor and see a couple of strands of hair falling out, framing the side of my face. Shrugging, I drop my bag on a stool and grab a weetabix pack and add it in my bowl alongside my milk and put it in the microwave. Waiting 1 minute for it to heat, I decide to scroll through Instagram while waiting. I come across a few memes that truly made my day. Soon, the microwave alerts me that my weetabix is indeed hot and I get it out adding some strawberries and blueberries in it. I sit down and eat it while still scrolling through Instagram. I hear footstep descending the stairs and I quickly lock my phone and leave it to the side. My father has this huge pet peeve about using phones while eating.