A Week With Him

Chapter 5 - A Few Lies

Even though I knew Jeff was watching me half the night, I somehow slept peacefully. In the morning I reached for my phone to check the time. I awoke late again since I forgot to set an alarm, it was already nearly twelve. I mentally cursed myself then, I was planning to get a haircut today, it will be more busy now it's the afternoon. It took me a moment to realise, Jeff wasn't here. I glanced around my bedroom a few times but he was nowhere in sight. Just then my phone started buzzing in my hand, I jumped but relaxed when I realised it was mum.

I cleared my throat before answering,"Hello?"
"Hey sweetheart! How are you? I tried reaching you yesterday but there was a bad connection,"mum explained. I hopped out of bed and looked around the room to search for Jeff as I talked to her. "Oh that's okay mum, and yeah I'm fine, so where's dad?"I asked, crouching down to look under the bed. Jeff and I played hide and seek a lot when we were younger, so I was just checking. "Dad's a bit busy right now but he promised he'd call you later today, is that alright?"mum said. I opened my wardrobe, nothing. "Yeah that's fine,"I said to her, now searching the bathroom and my parent's room. I suddenly heard a smash downstairs and my eyes widened, what did he do? Unfortunately mum heard it too. "Casey? Is everything okay? I heard a loud crash,"mum asked worriedly.
"Oh everything's fine, I'll call you back mum!"I gabbled. I hung up the phone then lifted the hem of my nightdress a little so I wouldn't trip over it, and rushed downstairs to inspect the noise.

I found Jeff in the kitchen sitting casually on a stool with his hands in his pockets. I found glass shattered on the tiled floor, it was one of mum's favourite wine glasses. "What did you do?"I asked angrily, but I was near tears. Mum rarely ever got angry with me since I was good, but she already thinks I'm so clumsy, what would she say to me when she finds out? Jeff didn't look sorry whatsoever. "I was trying to get your attention,"he said. I felt my face burn from anger and from holding my tears in, why the hell would he do that? I seized a dustpan and brush from the kitchen cupboard to clean up the mess. "You could have just come back up to see me or called my name, you didn't have to break something,"I said, my tone making it clear I was fed up with him. I saw him shrug making me clench my fists a little.

Stupidly I continued trying to sweep up the glass while still in my socks, I stood on a tiny shard which cut my foot. I shrieked a little just from that and started crying straight away, I hated blood and I could already see the red stain through my white sock. Jeff got off his seat to crouch down beside me as I held my foot in pain, it looked like he cared a bit now. He sighed. "Stupid. Want me to help?"he asked. I was still angry at him but I really didn't want to be the one to pull the bit of glass out, I felt faint from the thought. I quickly nodded as more tears spilled down my cheeks. Jeff swiftly scooped me up and placed me down on the sofa, as he slowly pulled my sock down I whimpered and continued crying like a child. I felt sick when I saw blood on my bare foot and tried looking away, Jeff didn't seem fazed and remained calm. "Don't move otherwise you'll make it worse, just try to bear this,"he told me. Without warning he already started pulling the glass out, I grasped the sofa cushions and closed my eyes tight while clamping my mouth shut, trying to prevent the scream that wanted to escape my lips. Tears streamed down my face when he was done, he wrapped a bandage neatly round my foot since he knew I wouldn't be able to do it myself from the sight of the wound.

He sat beside me when he was done, and by the time I had stopped panting and the tears stopped falling I mumbled,"Thank you." I saw him just nod a little out the corner of my eye. It was silent between us for about ten minutes until I gathered the courage to try walk. I winced from the pain but it was bearable. "Where are you going now?"Jeff asked. I rubbed my eyes and wiped my damp cheeks, I didn't want to start an argument but his tone irritated me. "I'm going to get dressed so I can clean up that mess you made,"I said. Jeff just smirked. "Well, I'm surprised you're trying to walk after crying your eyes out like that, you squeal so much like a total baby,"Jeff said. "Your cut wasn't even that bad." I chose to ignore him and managed to get upstairs and back to my bedroom. I got changed carefully and slipped on my shoes then went all the way back downstairs to try clean up the glass again, Jeff didn't try to help, he just played with the blade of his knife as usual.