Card deck of Jokers

Chapter 24

"The scary part isn't knowing what comes next. The scary part is knowing you have no control"

Lost families

I woke up to the soft lights escaping black curtains. One side of the wall was white while the rest was covered with...paintings? Drawings? They were really abstract and profound.

I rubbed my eyes as I adjusted to my surroundings. This wasn't my room. I sat up and the hardest headache enveloped my head.
"Ouch" I said.

Everything in the room was so dark. There were loads of books in a shelf and they all seemed worn out like whoever lived here read them over and over again.

I opened the curtains, letting the sun shed the dark atmosphere in the room. I didn't know what to do at this rate. I couldn't remember much from yesterday. They all seemed to appear in snippets.

Then the dreaded thought occurred...did I sleep with anyone? Was I that drunk that I just-

I looked down my body. It didn't seem like I went that far with anyone. That was good. At least one assumption had been ticked from my list.

I glanced out the window, familiarising with the drive way that spread in front of me.

"Wait-" I said "that's Leon's bike"

I dashed to the door, bearing the enormous amount of pain that engulfed my head, and opened it.

I stood face to face with a shirtless Kye, 1 feet away from me. He was holding a cup of water and some sort of pill in the hand that reached for the door handle.

He seemed startled to see me but he didn't budge, neither was he shocked. "Oh you're awake"

Like a waking up to a thud, all of yesterday's events washed over me in a flash. I remembered clubbing...

dancing,

drinking,

going to the storage room and -

And- oh GOD.

I blushed instantly looking down at my toes in no response to what he said.

"Are you going to let me in my own room or stand there like a lost puppy?" He said, his eyes still content on me.

I ,quiet swiftly, side stepped so he could enter easily. I stood back away from him. I couldn't allow anything like last night to happen again. I was drunk and hasty.

"I brought you some water and pain relievers" He said, handing both things to me.

I looked at his hands and then up to his face. He seemed so...uninterested. Like I was this annoying fly he wanted to get rid of.

I walked slowly up to him before taking the things from his hands. His hands were warm. My hand lingered on his for a few seconds longer before I removed it. His skin was so soft and rough at the same time. His scars made it like that.

"Listen about yesterday-"

"What about it?" I hastily replied. This was probably the part when he would tell me to forget about it right?

"Well I just wanted to say that-"

"We should forget about it? Pretend it never happened?" I cut in. I wasn't going to allow him to get the last words. I knew what he was going to say and I dreaded it.

He silently stared at me. I knew it. I was right. When have I ever been wrong. Of course he wanted me to leave it at that. Why did silly old me think it could go somewhere.

"Well if that's what you want then sure" His eyes glimmered sadness. Why though? He was going to say the same thing. "Anyways I would kinda want my room back"

I blinked a couple times, trying to understand how things had to turn out this way then I dropped my head and walked out. "Thanks by the way" I stated. Whether he was the one to bring me home or not...he had done a lot for me.

As I closed the door behind me it felt like a new chapter to my life was starting. There was a story unraveling before me and this was only the beginning.

Even though I was alone, I still had one person of hope to me.

Dad.

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I grabbed the door keys and said goodbye to Delmira, of whom I had a excruciating long chat with.

Never did I ever think I would be the one setting out to look for him. I had no passion to, but ever since Dylan made things clear that he had been looking for me for so long...my heart welled at the thought of actually having a family again.

Now of course the idea of him being a genuinely nice guy was thin, but i did have a lot of hope for him. As i strolled closer to the park where i first saw Dylan, i realised i didn't even think about how i was going to find him.

My body moved before my mind could understand what i was doing. I sat down on the bench. I didn't know what i was waiting for. Maybe a starting point?

I kicked the dirt and fiddled with my thumbs. It was clear I was blank and had nowhere to turn to. It would have helped if I took some type of info from Dylan but I was too freaked out at the time.

Now i know that any type of contact information would have helped massively in times like this.

My head jerked up when I heard someone whistle. "I knew you'd come back eventually" Dylan said as he walked up towards me.

I don't know why but the coincidence seemed too good to be true. It made me scuttle back in the bench to try and further myself away from him.

"I had to come here everyday in hopes that you'd be curious in talking to him" He said with a small smile "Luckily...my instincts were right"

It really freaked me out how well he knew me. Maybe he was a distant cousin or some shit. Whoever he was, he knew more about me than I knew myself.

"Great so you were right, what now?" I firmly said "I have so many questions to ask him"

"I know you do"

"So tell me where he is. I wanna go to him"

"It's not that simple Regan" he frowned

How wasn't it? What was he not telling me?

"You're going to have to trust me for time being" He said looking up at him.

To be honest I didn't really. He gave me bad vibes and I hated the fact that he did. But this was more important. Dad was more important.

"Ok" I reluctantly said "Ok I'll trust you"

"Good"

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