Mum and dad left soon after our little chat about Thomas and Dylan moving in. I wasn’t to sure if I liked the idea or not. I mean I hardly knew the father and son and were not sure about how things would turn out. As far as I knew then they could be just like my parents and right now pretending to be nice to me, the calm before the storm many would say. So after mum and dad left I started my morning routine, having breakfast, making sure I had everything before getting dressed and applying the cover up. I then grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, preparing for the long walk to school. Just as I was doing my quick check of the house the doorbell rang. I couldn’t help but look over at it quizzically, who the hell was ringing my doorbell at 8:15 in the morning. Especially considering everyone knew that my parents were gone from 7:45.
I walked over to the door, and for once I wished we had one of those little peep hole things so I could have seen who it was before I opened up the door. I slowly I opened the door, to reveal a very sleepy looking Dylan. What the hell was he doing here at this time of the morning, and why was he ringing the doorbell when I knew he already had a key. I couldn’t help but shake my head. This boy was confusing. And I didn’t like it.
"Umm.. Hi?" I said cautiously.
"Morning." He mumbled back, before yawning.
"Ahh, why are you on the doorstep, ringing the doorbell at this time of the morning?" I asked him.
"I've come to give you a lift to school, and I rang the doorbell because I left the key in the hotel room. That’s what happens when you suddenly wake up and have an idea. You have a tendency to forget things. " He replied.
"And what's this idea of yours that brought you here?" I questioned, growing impatient I had to get going soon.
"Weren't you listening I'm giving you a lift." He said matter of factly now somewhat more awake.
"I don’t want your lift." I told him, before turning around and grabbing my bag off the cool timber floors.
"Well to bad because I want to give you one. It’s a long way to walk." He said, in a voice saying that I had no other options. And looking at the clock I realized I would have to accept his lift if I wanted to be on time.
"Just this once." I replied.
And I meant that. I wouldn’t be accepting lifts off him all the time. That just wasn’t right. And I didn’t want his lifts either. I actually liked walking, even when I was in pain. It gave me time to clear my head. I walked out the front door, almost running straight into Dylan, who I might add for someone who rushed out of bed smelt rather nice. I made sure the door was locked behind me before walking over to his car, where I once again felt out of place. I didn’t belong anywhere near this guy, and I wished he would hurry up and see that.
I climbed into the car, and did up my seat belt before looking out the window I was going to look at anywhere but at him. He started the car and began the drive to school. Not long later we arrived at the front of the school, as pulled up many heads turned to see who was arriving in the somewhat well very fancy car. I was rather nervous about climbing out of the car with everyone looking, considering my reputation. But I had to go to class and what not, so taking a deep breathe I opened up the door. Just as I was about to close the door, I heard Dylan tell me he would be waiting here for me, once school had finished to drive me home. I just shook my head. I didn’t want him taking me nor picking me up from school, I had no problems whatsoever with walking.
I ignored the shocked looks on everyone's faces as I walked into the school building, I knew by first break word will have gotten around that I had arrived at school in a fancy car, and that no knew who was driving. I sighed, I hated this place and its rumors. Its pathetic. I was hoping to continue the year unnoticed as I had been doing for the past few, except when people needed something to talk about. And now with Dylan dropping me off this morning going unnoticed is going to take a while to achieve again.
The day went by fairly quickly, I was right by the first break everyone knew. And I would get pointed at, stared at and whispered about as I walked by. I ignored it as much as I could, occasionally a kid who I used to talk to once upon a time, or knew me in someway would come up and try to find out who it was that had dropped me at school, I simply shook my head and walked away. I wasn’t going to fuel this anymore I was hoping after today they would all simply forget about it. Maybe.
Dylan was waiting for me just like he said he would be. And I didn’t say anything, I wasn’t going to start an argument with him, now that he and his father were moving in with us, I mean that could get me into huge amounts of trouble, punished and all kinds of things. As pulled up at the house, I turned to talk to him. I wasn’t going to start an argument, but I did need to talk to him.
"Hey, I'm thankful for the lifts and all, but I would prefer it, if you let me walk. I don’t like the rumors that have already started and don’t want them to get worse." I said to him.
"I'm sorry about the rumors, but I would prefer giving you lifts to school, it’s a fair way to walk and you've been doing it for enough years. So whether there is rumors or not, I am taking you to school." He replied.
I just nodded, I wasn’t going to argue. Didn’t need to give anyone a reason to be angry with me. I walked up to the front door, and realized he had followed me. It was going to take a while before I got used to the fact they were living with us. Hopefully it wouldn’t be for too long. I mean it might stop things for a while, but despite my life been the way it was I didn’t need these people living with us. I went straight to my room, and got changed before heading down to the kitchen. I quickly put the dishes away before grabbing out what I needed to cook dinner with.
I put the frozen vegetables into a pot with hot water, before setting them on the stove. I then grabbed out the fry pan and sat it on the bench ready to cook the meat in. I was lost in my own little world organizing everything so that, when mum and dad walked in the door I could give them there nightly drinks, and then start cooking so by the time the news was over dinner was ready to eat. A tradition I had been doing for the past couple of years. Except this time I had to add extra for Dylan and Thomas. Hopefully there is no prying into anything, otherwise things could get very awkward.
Once I knew everything was organized, and all I needed to do was turn it on at the right time. I went up to my room, and sat down on the bed. Today had been eventful more eventful than I would have liked. And I had a feeling things would get even more eventful. Something I most defiantly wasn’t looking forward to. I just wanted a normal life. Something I would have to give myself, one day. I picked up the book on my bedside table, and began reading. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time until dinner needed to be cooked, so I just read a few pages before making my way back down stairs.
I had just poured mum and dad's drinks and got the extra cups out just incase Thomas or Dylan wanted something, when mum and dad walked in. Right on time. I noticed Dylan walking out of the lounge room, I had forgotten that he was still here, his father had walked in with mine. I handed mum and dad there drinks without saying anything just liked they asked. Although I was kind of surprised by what happened next.
"Hey hunny, how was school?" Mum asked.
Ever since the day of the accident mum has never once asked how my day was or anything. I knew a shocked look must have crossed my face but I quickly hid that, and smiled softly.
"It was ok, how was work?" I replied.
"Work was good. Thank you." She replied before walking towards the lounge room to watch the news.
"Mr. Thomas, Dylan would you like anything to drink?" I asked politely.
" I would love a whiskey please." Thomas replied, while Dylan just shook his head.
I nodded, before getting the whiskey from the cupboard and pouring Thomas a drink and handing it to him. I then turned around and started turning the pots on, so they started cooking so they would be almost ready by the time I turn on the meat. I knew that Dylan was still standing at the kitchen counter watching me but I tried to block this out. He was somebody I didn’t need in my life. Not now not ever. At least that’s what I thought. As soon as I knew the vegetables were almost done, I turned the fry pan on and began cooking the meat. Hopefully everyone like marinated chicken. And if they didn’t I would just have to cook something else for them quickly.
Tea was almost done when mum and dad walked into the kitchen, I told them tea would be ready in a few minutes and asked if they wanted another drink. They declined the drink, and said they would be waiting in the dining room. I nodded letting them know I would bring there tea in as soon as it was ready. Not long later I was dishing up four plates of food. I took the plates into the dining room and give everyone there plate, before going and grabbing the salt and pepper along with sauce just in case Dylan or Thomas wanted it.
Once I had placed everything onto the beautiful wooden table I turned to head back to the kitchen.
"Are you not eating?" Thomas suddenly asked me.
"No, I'm not feeling too hungry right now." I replied, before walking into the kitchen.
I filled the sink, and placed the pots and pans in before grabbing the scourer and washing them up. Before placing them on the dish rack ready to be dried. Once I had washed the pots and pans, I wiped down all the benches making sure there wasn’t a mark on there, knowing that I could very well get into trouble if it wasn’t clean enough. As soon as I was finished washing down the benches I grabbed the tea towel and dried everything that was on the sink and put them away, before filling the sink with really hot water so by the time everyone was finished it would be a good temperature to watch the dishes.
I checked everything else to make sure it was right before heading out to the dining room to check on everyone. They were just finishing up, which was good. I grabbed the plates off the table, and headed back to the kitchen. I placed them in the sink, before I started to wash them up knowing that by the time I was done, I would still have enough time to take the evening drinks in. I placed the dishes on the dish rack before turning around and pouring everyone a drink, except for Dylan as I wasn’t too sure what he would like so I'd have to ask him before I get it for him.
I walked into the living room, and handed mum and dad there drinks before turning to Thomas and handing him his. After I had given everyone there drinks I turned to Dylan and asked what he wanted he told me he was fine so I nodded and headed back to the kitchen. Once I had finished drying the new dishes and putting them away, I turned and headed towards my room. Shutting the door behind me I collapsed on the bed. This was turning out to be far worse than I thought. I had no idea what to expect, or from who. At least when it was just us, I knew what was coming and how to deal with it. Now I was flying blind.
A soft knock on the bedroom door snapped me out of my thoughts. And I quickly got up to open the door, not wanting to keep whoever it may be on the other side waiting. I opened the door to find Dylan standing there with the plate of left overs I had placed in the fridge steaming in his hand.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Do you mind if I come in?" He asked in return.
"Of course." I replied.
He walked in with the plate of food that smelt really good, that I knew I couldn’t have I wasn’t worthy enough so I don’t know what he is doing here with it. He had a confused expression on his face, as though he couldn’t figure out why I said yes to letting him in. He made himself at home on my bed before patting the spot next to him beckoning me to sit the re. I slowly made my way over and sat down. I was still trying to figure out what he was doing here. Once I was seated he went to hand me the plate of leftovers. I just shook my head at him.
"You need to eat something, you probably haven't eaten all day." He told me seriously.
"I had breakfast." I defended.
" That’s not a very good defense breakfast was hours ago, now eat." He said.
"I cant." I replied still shaking my head.
He had no idea how much trouble I would be in if I did eat that. Dad would beat me until I was on the brink of death just like last time I ate something I wasn’t meant to.
"What do you mean you cant?" He questioned, not understanding.
"I mean I cant, I'd be in trouble." I replied.
And that was the moment I realised I had said to much.