Sinister [Jason McCann]

Twenty-Three

Lea’s POV --

 

Embarrassed. Distraught. Frustrated. Frightened.

 

Those were all the emotions running through my system during last night’s epidemic. Now, as for today, I felt a small portion of the same emotions with a dash of humility and some left over anxiety. I sat in my room, staring at the walls since my phone was taken away the moment all the chaos finally died down. Once the door slammed shut and my father paced himself into the living room, I knew I’d never hear the end of his mouth nor my mother’s. I was questioned the entire night:

 

Who is he? Why was he here? Why were you on top of him? Why were the lights off? What were you two doing?

 

The questions went on like that until they became repetitive. After answering the questions from behind the couch, to give myself some sort of protection, I was instructed to go to my room and remain there until the following day. To add onto the disaster, I’m grounded for over two weeks. I’ll be lucky if I’m given my phone back at all today.

 

Groaning, I lie back on my bed and roll onto my stomach. Stuffing my arms underneath the pillow and resting my chin over top of it. Eyes fixed on the headboard and legs swinging back and forth in utter boredom. My thoughts were scrambled just like my feelings. I thought of Jason for some time, wondering how he felt after witnessing my parents at just a slight portion of their worst. I wondered if he would even consider remaining my boyfriend, knowing I had to deal with that. It should be expected, especially with my age. Also, I pondered over Lana and thought over what her reaction will be once I inform her about everything. Kira crossed my mind, I missed her a lot but without my phone there was no hope of me seeing her. It’s not like she’d stop by anyway since she’s always with Brody. As crazy as it sounds, even Liam crossed my mind once or twice.

 

I stuff my face into my pillow and let out another exasperated groan, feeling the oxygen in my lungs air out, causing my body to sink further into the mattress. On a Saturday afternoon, I would expect to be out and about with someone but I’m probably not going anywhere for a while. To make things even worse, my father was on his week vacation from work. He’d be home everyday unless he goes out with my mom for god knows what. My mother took the day off to spend time with my father and Lana was using my father’s car to get to and from work for the day.

 

I’m stuck with them. How wonderful.

 

Someone was at the front door because out of nowhere, Jasper got up from his doggy bed and shuffled towards my room door. He began to bark and at first I thought of simply taking a few pillows and placing them over my head. The barking ceased to tire down and once the front door was completely opened, it only got worse. I sat up, tossing my pillow at him just to pipe him down. Whining, he runs back to his bed and remains in a position with eyes begging for either an apology or forgiveness.

 

Not knowing whether or not I had permission to leave my room, I sit up and contemplate the idea of looking out into the hallway. Carefully, I step onto the floor and tiptoe towards the door, grabbing the door knob slightly. Jasper was to stay in my room until it was time for him to go for a walk and my dad would be up to get him later on. However, knowing Jasper, he’d try to escape the moment I pull the door just an inch away from the lock. Eyeing him, I twist the knob quietly and open the door just a few centimeters. I didn’t want to look out, I just wanted to hear the conversations.