Kurt Cobain's words, not mine

Chapter three: The scream by Edward Munch

Chapter three: The scream by Edward Munch

MY ONCE SHUT EYES, open wide. The sun strikes my face as I try to shield my face from it.

All of a sudden I notice that the bed I am lying in is way too soft to be my own. It makes me wake up completely and look around the room. 

I am barely in my own house. So, James didn't drive me home last night as he promised.

Oh, shit what am I supposed to tell my mom and my brother?

Chris will for sure not be happy about this at all. He will literally gut me if he finds out that I stayed the night at James's place. Oh well, it's not going to make a difference if I stay just a little bit longer here. Either way, if I panic or not I will get in the same amount of trouble. So I decided to take it slow and keep calm.

I look around the room, if I am going to stay here a bit longer then why not explore the room I am in.

The wall in front of me was filled with many framed pictures. On the other wall is a shelf with soccer trophies on them and a jersey framed beside it with James's last name and number. I stand up to get a closer look at the wall with all the pictures.

I guess the dude decided to roll me into his room instead of any of the other guest rooms in this mansion. His room is much bigger than mine, like twice the size.

As I get closer to the pictures I see a little boy in the town that we visited yesterday. I can't help but smile at how adorable the picture was. 

In another picture, he is hugging his very cute dog. When did this boy turn so soft? If I knew where my phone was then I would have taken a lot of pictures to blackmail him.

I remember when my family was invited by James's family, for dinner and their dog attacked me and I was tackled to the floor by him. It's been a while since I last saw that little guy, don't even remember what his name is. 

My eyes wander to the trophies but as I make my way to them I trip and knock over some of the cups on the shelf. One of them falls on foot and the other one makes a loud noise as it falls on the wooden floor. 

Pain strikes my foot but I try to suppress it. Who would have thought that a trophy is this damn heavy? All of a sudden I see James opening the door abruptly. His eyes are wide open and I could see the worry in his eyes. His chest going crazy and still in his pyjamas.

James's eyes wander to the cups and his expression changes from worry to confusion. Damn, this man loves being confused. "What the hell happened?"

Well, I wish I could explain it myself. 

"I tripped over something and knocked over two of your cups, I'm so sorry", I apologize in all honesty. 

From the look on his face, I could tell that he was more annoyed than my mother. Maybe not as much as my mother but on the road to be.

"You are telling me that you decided to wake up at six in the morning to knock over two of my cups, and then scaring the living hell out of me. I fucking thought that you passed out or something".

The only thing that I was able to processes from this rant, is that it's six in the morning. Bitch since when do I wake up at six.  "I am so sorry, I didn't have my phone so I-I couldn't see the time",

As I was starting to walk towards him the pain in one of my toes just got worse. I hiss in pain and once again I earn myself a confused look from James. I sit down on the bed trying to inspect my foot a bit closer. When I take off the sock I see the blood rushing from the sides of my nail.