Book lover

Ch.8

His house was really a mansion.

There was even a gate in front of his house that made it look even more fancy.

He typed in a code into a box outside the gate and it opened, revealing a driveway leading to the house and back in a circle around a water fountain that was turned off. The outer edge of the circle was lined with bushes shaped into different things but I couldn't tell exactly what because of the fluffy white snow that was starting to cover them.

There was 3 closed garages.

"My parents aren't home," Thomas told me as we went up a hill veering off from the circle. It led to the 3 closed garages.

He stopped and let me off. Then he put down his bike and gestured for me to follow him to the front door.

The door was huge and pearly white. Thinking he needed a key, I waited for him to get one but instead he reached for the gold knocked that hung on the door and banged it against the door a couple of times.

In a few moments, it opened, revealing a lady looking to be in her fifties.

"Where have y..." she stopped as her eyes looked at me.

I was shaking because it was so cold and Thomas had his arm around me in efforts to keep me warm.

"In, in, hurry up," the lady said, opening the door wide and hustling us in.

Although the outside was beautiful, the inside topped it. Right when you walked in, if you looked up there was a giant glass chandler. Everything was obviously very expensive and fancy.

"Take her to the bathroom and get her cleaned up Tom," the lady said, "I'll try to find her a clean set of clothes."

Why do I need a clean set of clothes? I thought. Then I looked at myself and saw that my leg was bleeding again through my jeans. If that wasn't bad enough, the cuts from me falling could be easily identified through my light coat and my hand that had held the big piece of glass now was smeared in red.

I suddenly felt very nauseous and dizzy.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" Thomas asked.

"No, I.. mean...yes can you repeat the ques..." I felt my self starting to collapse.

Then, just like my dream, everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes again, I had to blink a couple of times to remember where I was.

"She's starting to wake up Cal!" I heard Thomas yell.

"Well, let's help her up off the darn floor!" the lady said in response.

They both came over to me and helped me sit up. I felt tears start to fall from my eyes.

"Are you alright child?" the lady asked me.

"What happ.." I started, confused.

"You passed out Elizabeth. But are you alright?" Thomas asked me.

I just nodded.

"Well let's not sit here and lolly gag," the lady said, "Thomas will help you get you cleaned up."

"This way Elizabeth," Thomas said, helping me stand to my feet. We walked up the stairs and down a hallway and then he opened a door.

"This is my room," Thomas told me.

I looked around and it was gigantic. His giant bed was facing a huge flat screen TV covering up almost the whole wall.

I saw there were steps in his room also and he explained that there was like second level that had a basketball court and skateboards and more bikes.

It was a boy's dream room.

Thomas went through another door in his room and came out with a first aid kit.

He then went over to a couch and a table.

My head was starting to spin again and my body was aching.

"Come sit," Thomas said, gesturing to the couch.

"Can I roll up your pants?" Thomas asked as I say down.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"To clean up where you're hurt," Thomas said automatically.

I nodded so he started to roll my pants leg up.

I noticed that the wrap I had put on it was now around my ankle.

As he peeled up where the blood was, it hurt more than anything.

"Sorry," he said when I winced in pain, but carefully continued.

"Um. Elizabeth, that doesn't look too good," he said.

"It looks better than it was," I said under my breath when I looked down.

"Elizabeth, tell me what happened," Thomas said as he got out medicine from the kit.

My brain frantically tried to think of a cover story but in the process tears started to fall from my eyes.

I had to leave. I couldn't tell Thomas. He wouldn't understand.

"I... I have to go," I said in response, attempting to stand up and limp out of the room.

"Wait," he said, grabbing my wrist before I could get too far.

I winced under the pressure of the contact.

There must have been glass that I didn't get out of my wrist.

I was crying even harder now, not only because of the pain, but because I wanted to jump off that bridge. I told myself that Bill wouldn't hurt me anymore. But he'd already caused even more hurt including embarrassment and guilt.

"Elizabeth, don't leave. I shouldn't have asked. It's not my business. At least let me help you get cleaned up and eat supper. The snow storm is even harder now and if you're going anywhere in that you need to be bandaged up and have food," Thomas told me after he let go of my wrist.

Evaluating what he said, I sat back down, hiding the blood from my hand and wrist.