Counting Till The Clock Strikes The End

Counting Till The Clock Strikes The End (o5)

Counting Till the Clock Strikes the End (o5)

Copyright © 2010 Alyson Wang

I twist around in the kitchen having no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. “Can I use the washroom?” I ask Tucker.

“NEVER!” Hayden screams at me. I narrow my eyes at him as Tucker says, “Go ahead.”

“MWAHAHA!” I laughed evilly at Hayden as I run up the steps with a smirk on my face.

“SEE? SHE’S EVIL! EVIL I TELL YOU!”

“Hayden, grow up,” I hear Tucker say before I close the washroom door.

I find my purse in the middle of the washroom, oh. I had forgotten to take it when Tucker carried me to the washroom.

I bent down and picked it up, feeling thirsty once again. I found my tin and opened it, I stared at the pills. They were almost gone. I closed it and sighed, trying to calm myself down.

I turned around to the mirror and leaned in to look at myself. My scars had healed, but my eyes looked so scary, million red veins were surrounding my eyeball. My lips were dry and my face was paler than usual, hell, I looked like a freaking ghost.

I used the toilet then walked out of the washroom taking my purse with me. I walked downstairs to the living room where Tucker and Hayden were watching T.V.

I stood there awkwardly; they probably didn’t even know I was there. I stood there, watching the T.V with amusement. They were watching this sports channel, something that I think would be boring.

My eyes wondered to the kitchen, where something was boiling on the stove. I didn’t think they heard the sizzling sound since the T.V volume was turned so high. I entered the kitchen and lifted the lid to the pot; the smell of chicken soup filled my nostrils. I turned the heat down and sat down at the dining table and placed my purse on the ground, watching the pot.

I hear Tucker getting up then walking up stairs, not even sparing a glance in the kitchen, “Ebony?” I heard him call.

“Down here,” I replied loudly. He comes back downstairs to the kitchen and shoots me a grin.

“What’re you doing here?” He sits beside me.

I rub my eyes, “Just sitting,” I lean against the chair and stare at his feet.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, slinging his arm over my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

“Of course, I’m always hungry,” I said looking up at him with a smile, willing myself to not look at his neck.

“Just like when you were human,” his eyes twinkled with happiness.

I rest my head against his should as I force myself to forget about Antonio. I wasn’t getting out of here anyways and Tucker was very nice, and I was starting to like him more and more.

His heartbeat speeds up at my movement of getting closer. I smile.

Hayden suddenly screams “NO!” from the living room and Tucker and I quickly jump apart. Tucker runs to the living room to find Hayden groaning and muttering “Darn!”

“What happened?” Tucker asks urgently.

Hayden grabs Tucker’s shoulders and screams, “THEY LOST! THEY FREAKING LOST!” shaking the hell out of Tucker.

Have I ever mentioned that Hayden has problems in the head? If I haven’t well, I’m mentioning it now. If I have, then you must realize why I think of it this many times.