Criminal for You |On Hold|

Chapter 10: It's Time

Summer's POV

It's kinda stuck in my head

I feel alone, I feel so dead

I've pushed away people, and now I've got no one left

I opened my eyes sleepily to the sound of loud, sad music. Sunlight filtered through the blinds onto my face in the pristine, white room. I shielded my eyes as I squinted to look up at the wall clock.

8.30. What day is it?

I wanna say thank you

To my lover, to my ex

To the people I'll meet next

Thank you for tryin'

Thank you for lyin'

Thank you for making me

Who I am

I groaned and slowly got myself to sit up in bed. My eyes involuntarily landed on my mint-green suitcase lying open in the corner of the room. Oh, that's right. I'm at Aunt Jem's house, and she's playing loud music yet again. She doesn't even have relationship problems!

I picked up my phone and turned it on, looking at the date. 

Saturday.

My body stiffened, and I gulped down a lump in my throat. Saturday. Tonight I have a party to go to, after three long years.

I exhaled and got out of bed, stretching my body and blinking the sleep out of my eyes. The first thing on my mind was to freshen up, so I headed into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth.

As I looked at my disheveled reflection in the mirror, an image crashed into my mind. Damon leaning over me, his dark green eyes-

I choked on my spit and began coughing. 

When I recovered, I glared at myself in the mirror. What's wrong with you!? I rinsed off the toothpaste frost on my mouth, clenching my jaw. He was lying, you idiot. It was a distraction.

I took a few deep breaths. Yes, I've decided on that. Last night I stared up at the ceiling while Aunt Jem played love songs, and I kept thinking about Damon. Stupid head. Stupid brain. But at least, last night I came to a solid conclusion.

He was lying. Everything he told me was to distract me from his real intentions of breaking into the house. The only truth he told me was that he was responsible for putting my dad in jail.

I grabbed a towel. With my eyes closed as I rubbed the cotton fabric against my face, I thought of the pain in his voice, the sincerity and honesty in his eyes...

Maybe... I'm wrong...

"Ugghhhh!" I left the bathroom in frustration. What I need right now is food and someone to hear me talk my heart out. I hope Katie is free.

Heading towards the kitchen shortly afterwards was a blessing, because I was greeted with the delightful smell of waffles. I don't even get to eat waffles at my own home, because we don't own a waffle maker. But here...

I smiled at Aunt Jem as she sipped a glass of orange juice, her dark eyes trained on me. Music blasted from the speaker left on the counter. The song was alright, but I wish I could lower the volume.

"Summer, honey, you're awake," she said cheerfully over the music. "The waffles will be ready in a few minutes. I just ate mine."

"Thanks so much. I'm gonna miss this when I go back."