Raine Walker

Chapter Eleven

     

        I can hear the television playing Cops. I can tell because I hear the same statement repeated at least a hundred times. Get on the ground! I roll my eyes, remembering that I hated that show. As I make my way down the stairs, I pause - apart of me hoping that they wouldn't hear me. By they, I mean Adam and Scott. They're both on the couch, kicking back and watching TV. I bite my lip, wondering what the "decent" approach should be on entering a room with strangers. Should I take a casual approach? Like taking a spot on the couch with them and watch Cops? Eh, too weird. Or should I not enter at all? Yeah, I kind of like that idea. I begin to turn to head back upstairs when...

        "Raine?" Adam's voice asks, cautiously. It had this tone as if he was calling upon a frightened baby deer. Oh, God.

        "Um..." I turn back, heading down the stairs yet again. I bite my lip again, walking uneasily down the remaining steps until I'm on the ground floor. I watch as Scott mutes the television of the screaming cops chasing after a criminal. Oh, the irony! They both turn to look at me. "Hi."

        "Hey," Adam's voice seems somewhat glad that I decided to show my face to them willingly. I'm not going to lie, it took a lot of pacing throughout the rest of the night and thoughts in the morning. Yeah, it was another night with no sleep. I quickly glance at Scott, seeing that he had dark circles under his eyes. I guess I kept him up all night...

        Oops!

        Awkward silence.

        "You wanna join us? We're watching Cops," Scott quickly jumps, after what I suppose is his realization of that awkward moment. Though, I hate the show with a passion, I didn't want to be rude and turn down the opprotunity. What opprotunity? Right.

        "Um, sure," I respond, uneasily walking over. There was only two couches, one seated with Scott and the other with Adam. Great. Just great... 

        I choose the closest seat next to me, which is on Scott's couch, by the way. I awkwardly sit, biting my lip as I glance at Scott and Adam. There was this unknown emotion seeping through Adam's eyes as he watches me take a seat. I inhale, glancing at Scott who raises his eyebrows as he unmutes the television. Then I exhale. Awkward.

        I'm seated in my own area, thinking. I'm not even paying attention to the television screen. All I can think about is how Adam and Scott, at the moment, are criminals. They kidnapped me. But, then again, I was kidnapped a long time ago. Now, the table is turned. The person I thought I could trust is the person I should've feared.

        I think about when I was five. I don't remember much. I wish I could. I hope, when I was five, that I knew something was off. I was taken away from my family and told to call a stranger my mother. Well, not technically a stranger. Apart of me, when I was younger, trusted her. Trusted what she said. I went with it all my life, suspecting nothing. Now, here I am.

        Deciding how I want my future to go as. Damn you, fate.

        "Um...Adam?" the words fall off my tongue too quickly for me to realize it. What the hell are you doing, Raine? "Can I talk to you for a second?"

        I feel like mentally slapping myself. Later, of course.

        "Sure," Adam shoots up off the couch. My glance moves to Scott, who glances at me with a solid look. I guess there was this look of hope floating through his eyes, but I can't be too sure. I stand up as well, following Adam into the kitchen where the truth was thrown down in front of me.