My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 13

- Chapter 13 -

I think you might wanna sleep in the guest room," I said, as we climbed the stairs after dinner. "I know for a fact that my mum won't allow you to sleep in my room, even on the floor." I laughed as Yale made a pout face.

"Maybe another time," I chuckled, and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and I took his hand and dragged him to the guest room where we fixed up the bed and opened the window.

"You'll be okay by yourself?" Yale asked me, putting his arms around my waist. I laughed.

"Duh, course I will!" I replied, and poked him in the ribs. "I'm not a scardy-cat!" Yale raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Don't be too sure," he said smiling, and kissed me. "Good-night Abby." I smiled and kissed him back.

"Night Yale." I gave him one last hug before walking out of the guest room and into my own. I closed the door and jumped into my bed, with today's events circling my mind. The one thing that really creeped me out was Yale's foster dad. It seemed very much like he was invading Yale's personal space.

He told me his foster dad never allowed him to bring friends over. He was never allowed to go to parties after the rape incident at Tyler's 16th. It's like he had no life! Ugh, that stupid guy. He can go die in a hole.

It wasn't long after I fell asleep that I woke up to huge clashing noises. I pulled the covers closer to me as I sat up. The house was slightly vibrating with every booming that occurred. For a minute I thought it might be Yale's foster dad trying to bomb my street, but then realised it had been raining for so long, that a thunder storm brew up.

And I am not a huge fan of thunderstorms.

I started shaking, as more and more clashing came with big bright flashes of lighting. There was one moment where a HUGE thunder boom, and it felt very much as though the house was about to collapse. Yale was right. I am a scardy-cat.

I pulled off the covers, and got out of bed. Another clash came from outside the window as a lightning bolt appeared. I gasped, and opened the bedroom door. I creeped through the hall, making sure not to make a noise. It didn't really matter though, as the thunderstorm was making way more noise than I was.

I stood in front of the guest room, and pressed my ear against the door. I heard a snoring noise and laughed. Yale was asleep, so I pushed the door open, closing it as I went. I rushed over to where he was sleeping, and quickly got in next to him.

He felt company of someone else, and turned to look, chuckling when he saw it was me.

"What did I tell ya?" he said laughing, as he pulled me closer to him. I huffed and pouted.

"Not funny."

"Oh, but it is," Yale said, chuckling. He kissed me.

I sighed, and put my arm over his shoulder and cuddled up. It was warmer than when I was sleeping in my bed, and to add to that, he smelled incredibly good. Yay.

*

"What's for breakfast?" Yale asked, as I collected two plates from the cupboard. His eyes sparkled when he saw the blueberry pancakes I was making. It was a bright sunny saturday morning, even though the weather last night was horrific.

"Yummy, pancakes," Yale said, grabbing one from the pile and stuffing it into his mouth. I gasped and slapped him on the arm.

"Hey! You were supposed to wait!" Yale laughed through a mouthful of food.

"For what? A ceremonial speech? I'm starving!" I laughed, as he took yet another pancake and stuffing it onto his mouth. Man, he really was hungry.

"Where did all the dinner you ate yesterday go?" I laughed, sitting down at the table, and slowly eating my pancake. I wasn't that hungry for some reason, even if I had made my favourite breakfast.

"You sucked it all out of me when you came and invaded my personal space last night," he replied, with a smirk. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Pfft, blame it on me," I said, pouting. He laughed, and walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I have to. I told you I should have stayed in your room, but you went all freakish saying your mum doesn't allow that. Then you come into the guest room and fall asleep in the same bed I was in," he said, wiping his mouth. I shrugged.

"I have my reasons," I said, airily and finished off my pancake.

"Is your mum home?" Yale asked. I shook my head.

"Nope, she works on saturday mornings at her friend's bakery," I replied, putting the empty dishes in the dishwasher. Yale nodded.

"Wanna chill today?" he asked. I smiled.

"Sounds awesome. What are we gonna do?" He winked as he put on his jacket.

"Come on!"

And because we were that awesome, we played hide and seek in the street. It was really fun, until the point where someone had to come and ruin it. In the worst possible way.

"YALE!" I screamed, as someone wrapped their hands over my mouth. I struggled and screeched, but the grip of the stranger was really tight.

"ABBY?" I heard someone call my name, relieved to know it was Yale. But too bad he didn't come on time. Who ever the person was did not want to let me go. And he definitely didn't want someone finding me.