Stranded Together

Chapter 7

🟣Blake's POV🟣

My head is starting to hurt and I can feel myself growing nauseous.

I try to focus on random blurry objects, but I'm moving too fast.

I feel myself slowing down the dizzier I get .

I'm currently on Darcy's desk chair in her room; spinning on it as if it is a time machine and will allow me to turn back time. Back to this afternoon; to before mum told me about the cruise.

"You do realise you're going to break my chair?" Darcy mumbles from her bed. Each time I spin around I catch a glimpse of her. She is lying on her bed in her pyjamas with her hands behind her head, just staring at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling.

She seems so emotionless, like she was earlier this afternoon in the lounge room.

I didn't reply to her and continued to spin.

We'd both been in here for a while now. Just sitting together in silence thinking about our problems. My problem being the cruise I'm being forced to go on with the Devil. And her problem most likely being the recent break up with her now ex boyfriend Hamish.

I'm not sure what the time is, but I think it's somewhere close to 10 o'clock. We had dinner a while ago, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't tense. Mum and me were glaring at each other the whole time, while dad was imagining Hamish's brutally painful death.

Darcy didn't tell Dad the full story, only that Hamish broke up with her, but that was enough to turn him into the Hulk. I don't want to imagine how Dad would've reacted if Darcy told him why the scum bag broke up with her.

Both Darcy and I have finished packing, so there's not that much for us to do. I mean we could've put a movie on down stairs, but Mum and Dad were quick to claim the tv after dinner. I was too tried and honestly a little scared to argue, so I allowed mum to put on a movie of her choice. So with out a word, Darcy and I got comfortable on the couch while mum selected and inserted a movie into the DVD player. But as soon as Darcy and I saw the opening to the romantic film mum put on, we bolted upstairs.

Mum, Dad and romantic films don't really have a good history. Once, close to a year ago now, Mum and Dad were watching a movie while Darcy and I were upstairs. Me and Darcy got hungry so we came down. But as soon as we saw Mum and Dad in the middle of a make out session, we lost our appetite.

That's why we left lounge room in such a hurry and that's why the whole down stairs area is out of bounds for at least another hour.

Zoe thinks it's cute that my parents are like a madly in love teenage couple fresh out of high school, but she's never had to witness them going at first base. 

Gag.

I wished I had holy water to wash my eyes out that day, but I had to settle with regular tap water.

There's nothing much upstairs, only my room, Darcy's room, the spare room and the shared bathroom. So we've been bored out of our minds for what seems like forever. It's feels too early to go to sleep, and I'm too lazy to set up my laptop and put Netflix on. A game might be fun though...

I stop spinning on the chair and try to focus on Darcy. She's on her bed floating around the room in circles, as if she is on a magic carpet.

As she slows and comes to a stop, the dizziness leaves my body and my head begins to feel better. I squint and blink a few times just to make sure Darcy and her bed won't start moving again.

"Truth or dare?" I ask Darcy, not giving her the option to play or not.

"Dare." She says while turning around to faced me, obviously interested in playing.