Chapter Sixteen

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Tommy's POV

The doctor said I was okay,but I knew better.Their was something happening inside my body. Something that I couldn't control.I wish I could say that it scared or even worried me,but it didn't.That's why I didn't tell Robin about it.I felt horrible for not telling her.And to think I made her promise to tell me everything.

It's going on a month since I been here.And I actually feel normal but still out of place.I don't know how to explain it.When we came home from the ice-cream shop I ran upstairs and into our room.I've been in there for two day's now in the dark.I haven't eaten anything or talked to anybody just sat in the dark.

You can think better in a dark quiet room it's more relaxing.I knew it wouldn't be long before Robin came to check on me.I needed to sort somethings out before she came in.I laid back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.The thoughts were swimming around and around in my head.

Something was wrong with me and I knew it,something I hoped was good.Then their was this voice in my head that was barely there.It was always talking to me,but I never fully understood what it was talking about.It was always whispering to me.I think I'm going crazy.I think the first sign of craziness is talking to your self.

Maybe I should tell Robin about my..my sickness.I don't feel sick I just feel different.I sighed lowly,I'll never know what's wrong with me.I could be turning into a chicken who knows.Max could have lied to me.I shook my head at that thought and picked up one of my books.Robin had already read this one to me,but it was my favorite.

Horton Hears A Who.I flipped to the first page and started to read."Tommy what are you doing?" I cringed as Robin turned on the lights."I'm reading a book." I responded.I flipped to the next page as my eyes adjusted to the light.She sat down on the bed and looked at me.

"You were reading in the dark?" She questioned.I nodded my head slowly."How do you read in the dark?" She questioned.I rolled my eyes,she was starting to get annoying."Easy I just read the words." I said with sarcasm in my tone.I turned back to the book hoping she'd leave.

"Are you okay Tommy?" She questioned for the third time."Why so many questions?!Im okay don't I look okay?" I snapped.She narrowed her eyes at me,"Look I was just seeing if you were okay.No need to bite my head off for it!" She said calmly.

I stood up on the bed and got eye level with her."DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WANTED YOU TO ASK IF I WAS OKAY!? I yelled.I don't know where all this anger was coming from.I don't even know why I was angry at Robin.It was scaring me,because it wasn't me.It felt as if something else was trying to get out of me.

Her eyes widen a little for a second."Tommy?You need to calm down now." She demanded calmly.I narrowed my eyes at her even more."GOD YOUR SUCH A BITCH." I yelled.Before I could say something else I was sent crashing back on the bed,clutching my now red cheek.

I stared up at Robin with wide eyes.She had shock written all over her face.She backed away from the bed slowly until her back hit the door."I'm sorry." She whispered out,she opened the door and bolted out.Leaving me alone to think.

Did I deserve that slap?Yes I did.I climbed under the covers and went back to thinking.But this time it was about Robin.I couldn't believe she had hit me,she never did it before.I don't even know what made me so mad at her.It was like I had just snapped.

The worse part about this is that she's going to Blame herself for what happened.Ninety-nine percent of the fight was my fault.She was just trying to make sure I was okay,like she does all the time. And I cursed at her.I don't even know where I got that word from.Robin doesn't curse at least not around me.

I remember when I first heard my first curse word.I was five and me and Robin were sitting behind a trashcan eating.A man and a lady had starting arguing and he called her the b word.The lady ended up slapping the man across the face.I had asked Robin what the word meant,and she told me it was a bad word,and to never use it.I guess I didn't listen.

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