Breaking Her Silence

Chapter Two

- Chapter 2 -

- 1 year later -

"Bye Adam!" I waved him off as he pulled out of the driveway. He was a friend, he was my only friend actually. He honked his horn as he drove off receiving mildly angered glares from a few pedestrians as he did so. I giggled a little at my hyper friend and turned to unlock the door.

Rooting through my bag I sighed. "Must have left them inside." I grumbled, walking around the back to climb the fence. That was the third time this week!

Sruggling to swing my leg around, I wobbled dangerously on the fence.

"Kayla! Kayla dear is that you?" I turned my head a little flustered to see Mrs Bray, holding her shopping from across the road.

"Yeah it's me, Mrs Bray." I answered breathlessly, struggling to hold my balance.

"Forget your keys again?" My eye twitched as I held back from giving her a sarcastic answer. Of course I had forgotten my keys! What did she think I was up to? Practicing my parkour?!

"Yeah I did." I rubbed the back of my neck, smiling a closed eye smiled at her.

"Isn't that the fifth time this week?" My eyes snapped open. No. I'm not an idiot.

"The third actually. I've been a little preoccupied you see. Sorry if I caused any disruption!" I apologized.

"No need to apologize darling! It's not your fault that you've been a little ditzy!" She called over. My eye twitched again. I have never been too fond of this woman. She was a little too 'trophy wife' for me. "Well i'm off now, got frozens you see." She motioned to her bags before she waved and I mirrored her as a sigh of relief escaped me.

Now I've just got to get down from here and- my shoe lace suddenly got caught in a gap in the wooden panel. My body shot forwards and a yelp escaped me as I lost my balance. My body plummeted to the ground and the lace of my shoe snapped.

"Ow" I groaned and sat up. Finally gaining my bearings. "Shit" grabbing my elbow and pulling it around to see the fresh graze, blood pooling to the surface in small separate bubbles. "And my shoes? Really?!" The scuff marks on my black converse standing out like a black dot on a white canvas.

I only got these last week. "Mums going to kill me." Groaning, I grabbed my bag and stood up walking over to the back door where a key was cleverly hid in the plastic frame.

Once inside I collapsed on the sofa letting out a breath.

Staring at the ceiling, my head was completely blank. That was until I heard a beeping, I ignored it at first but it just seemed to get annoyingly louder.

"Oh shut up!" I yelled kicking a few cushions off myself before getting up and following the sound.

It led me to the kitchen where I noticed that the microwave was the culprit. A note was attached.

'Dinner's in here. Sorry I may be working late.' I smiled and opening it up to take out the plate but yelped when it burnt my fingers.

'Stupid. its only just finished reheating obviously.' My inner voice jided. I rolled my eyes and set it on the counter as quickly as possible.

I jumped six feet in the air when the front door slammed open. I spun around, my hand on my violently beating chest trying to somehow calm myself down.

"What the hell....are you doing back so early?!" I gasped swallowing mid sentence. "I thought you were working late?"

My mother stood in the doorway, arms full of shopping bags raising an eyebrow at my antics. "I asked my boss if could finish work early because I didn't want to work late tonight." She rushed out. "But does that matter right now? Can't you see that your poor mother's struggling." She caught a bag that she dropped, allowing the opportunity for two more to fall onto the floor.