hells chambers

chapter 3

“Oh. I’m…..” I trailed off not knowing if I should say the truth or what the truth really was. “I’m okay.” I concluded. I just wanted to leave now. I turned my back on him without saying another word, and started walking back to town. I heard him chuckle under his breath.

 “Wait!! Do you want a ride?” he asked me as I turned to face him once more. “sure.” I agreed while secretly vowing to never get in that car again after this. I walked up to his car and got in without saying a word to him. He drove me home without saying a single word to each other. I got out at my house and went straight inside.

 That’s when it occurred to me. Wait how did he know where I live?!!? I went up to my room absolutely confused. I just remembered that I left my car at school. I raced to my window and froze. I peered down and saw my impala parked in my driveway. I thought I was confused before but now I was clueless.

 I ran back downstairs to my coat and checked my pockets. I felt the cold metal of my keys and pulled them out. I rushed outside and examined my car, trying to find out how it got here. After about an hour or so I finally gave up and went back inside. I took off my shoes and started dinner.

Tick. Tick. Tick. The hours flew by and then it was 9:00 pm. I grabbed my finished homework, took it up stairs and put it back in my bag. Then I flopped on to my bed. Well I laid there in my, navy blue satin sheets, my mind raced back to what happened today. The way Isaac just changed into a total different person.

            I was drifting off to sleep when I heard somebody knocking on the door.  I dragged myself out of bed and started to walk downstairs. I took a peek at the clock by the front door and couldn’t believe my eyes. Who the hell would come to my house at 3:15 in the morning?!?!?! I opened up the door to find a familiar looking man standing there. “Hello. Does a Meredith smith live here?” the man asked while looking at me. “Yes she does. What do you want?” I asked wondering if he’s the publisher my mums always talking about.  “Oh I’m just an old….friend.” He hesitated before saying “friend”. “You’re…. Samantha. Right?” he asked with a little emotion. I felt like he was happy to see me or something. “Yeah my names Samantha. Why?” I asked. He smiled. I then noticed that he was still outside and it was freezing. “Oh you must be cold. Here come in.” I invited him in while I held the door open. He walked in and I guided him into the living room. We sat there in awkward silence then I heard the front door opening and in came my mum. “Samantha what are you doing up hone….y” she trailed off when she saw the man. “Harold?!?!?!” my mum asked in disbelief. He got up and hugged her while tears ran down her face. After they pulled apart she turned to me. “Samantha. This is your father.”