RAINDROPS

Chapter 2

The sun came creeping through the window, waking me up from my sleep. My body is objecting, so I decide to turn around and go back to sleep.

But when I roll over I notice that I'm not in my own bed.

My eyes fly wide open and I see I'm in the living room on the couch. The pillow I'm holding is still wet from my tears and the events from yesterday start coming back.

The detective calling me during class.

The conversation I had with him when I came home.

The news of my parents.

The news of my parents!

The tears start welling up again and I cry out into the pillow.

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, when my phone rings.

Reluctantly I pick up my phone and look at who is calling.

It's Lilly.

I completely forgot about our fight. After the detective left, I spend the rest of the day crying on the couch. At a certain point I didn't think I could cry anymore, but about half an hour later it started again.

The sobbing constantly got worse, until eventually I cried myself to sleep.

I don't even think about picking up the phone, I know that I won't be able to say one word without breaking into tears again.

It rings for the fourth time.

I throw my phone back on the couch and drag myself to the kitchen.

My head is throbbing and I feel terrible, I need tea.

The weather has cleared up a bit since last night, but it is still raining softly. Outside I can see a couple of trees blocking the road, the storm must have been worse than I thought.

The tea is able to calm me down a bit and I return to the couch.  My phone is buzzing, I flip it over and see that I have four texts.

All of them are from Lilly.

I don't really want to open them, but I can read one of them from the screen.

I am doing the project with someone else, because you're a bitch

She is so unbelievable! I roll my eyes, I don't even want to think about anything related to school and honestly I'm just too sad to be angry. Later I'll let myself be pissed at her.

Her usage of the word bitch surprises me, I've known her for two years now and I've never heard her say a bad word like that. Maybe Luke or one of his friends already got to her. It's just so-

My thoughts are cut off by someone ringing the doorbell, I look through the window to see who it is and it turns out to be our neighbour, Mrs. Clemens. She's an old widow, around eighty years old. She has lived next door to us for as long I can remember, but mostly keeps to herself. Even more so when her husband died six years ago. 

It is not like I saw her around much, our house has this big garden around back and the next house is about fifty meters away. Hers is on the other side of the small forest that grows in between our houses. 

That changed over the last couple of weeks. My dad had to do a report on the history of the town and asked for her help. Since then she has had dinner with us twice. She is a very nice lady, but I don't feel like my mental stage has improved enough to talk to her.

Instead I hurry to get into the bathroom, it was the first place I could think of. I don't want to be rude to her, but I can't handle it right now. I feel weak and guilty.