Chapter 6 - So close.
I'm breaking all the rules tonight. Staying up late – check. Sneaking out late at night – check. Taking off without telling anyone – check. Climbing on the roof – check. Using the car when I shouldn't be driving – Check. God, the things I do for you Rogan Clearwater.
When I do return from Seattle I'll be grounded for months and Chad will absolutely rub it in my face as he's only got 2 weeks. Trying to reduce the sentence, I write out a note in my scruffy handwriting.
Mum Dad please dont wory wiVh Roggie Bee sath I promsie love you Skye x
I fold the piece of paper up and scribble their names on the front before placing it on my pillow for them to discover in the morning.
Grabbing my pink rose designed rucksack, I shuffle the straps onto either shoulder on top of my brown jacket before listening out for trouble. No one was up and I was glad to hear Dad snoring in one of the nearby rooms. Satisfied that everyone is fast asleep, I ease the window open, letting the beautiful moon light flood into my room, letting the slight breeze flap my curtains. I clicked my torch on and it allows me to see how I'm going to tackle the climb down. I had an easy route, thanks to the guttering pipes just outside the window, heading along the brick wall.
Holding the thin torch in my grip, I slowly exited the window, clinging immediately onto the guttering. Swaying in the light wind, I shuffle my hands along the hardwearing plastic allowing it to dig and cut my sensitive skin. Keeping the small amount of pain at the back of my head,. It's a wonder my strength hasn't failed me otherwise I would be on my arse on the floor, in dying pain. I reach over and obtain a hold onto the long pipe, scrambling half way down before reaching the trellis Mum made Dad entwine honey suckle around. She would kill me if she knew I was about to climb and trample over her much loved vine. I placed my foot onto a small section before stretching over to let my hands gain a hold of the smooth wood. Accidently, my foot slipped and I fell, letting the torch drop to the floor, making a crashing sound on the gravel on the floor. Ah! Shit! I felt my head hit along the wood and plant before I caught my grip, managing to regain my support.
My heart in my chest almost jumped out. Crap. Double crap. I gulped for air settling the fuzziness in my stomach as nerves kicked in. I'M SO BUSTED!
Patiently, I wait for Chad's bedroom light to turn on, but nothing happened. I tried to hear for voices, but nothing, the air was dead silent and I luckily had escaped a bollocking. With carefulness and complete darkness, I press on down. Jumping down from the trellis onto the stones, I obtain my now broken torch, eliminating my evidence, not that it will help when I get back home tomorrow, but still I could try and fix it for another time.
Unlocking my blue Ford Focus St at the front of the house, I hastily get in and toss my bag into the back, quickly dragging my seatbelt around me. In the rear-view mirror, I glance up at Amber's bedroom window and it's not shining with a bright yellow light. YES. I had managed to escape the mad house without being caught. WOOP! Before getting too excited, I surged forward and onto the long windy road.
Switching on my CD player, I put on Bullet for My Valentine's new album, temper temper. Knowing when I arrive at the sign, Rogan would instantly enjoy my choice of music, scoring more points with him.
Getting out of the car on arrival, I quickly stride around the bonnet and bumped fist with a high spirited Rogan before getting back into the warm car, taking the passenger seat. Kindly, Rogan offered to drive the rest of the three and a half out journey we still had ahead of us, I think I had enough excitement for one night.
"Can't believe you got the new album and you never told me!" Rogan said with a slightly disappoint tone as he started the CD from the beginning again whilst driving.
I yawned, "A girl has to keep some secrets, Roggie…"
"You can't keep secrets from anybody." He mumbled a laugh whilst running a hand through his short ruffled styled hair. "I'm actually surprised you managed to keep this under wraps."
"We're totally in shit when we get back!"
Another chuckle ran away from his amazingly kissable lips before he caught my attention and reminds me of our cheesy saying when we were kids. "In it together, forever – remember?"
I look down at my trainers whilst chipping the black nail varnish off. "Yeah I'd never forget." When we said out saying it made me think of my future. I'll never get to see forever. Only 50 – 60 – maybe 70 years, pushing it at 80. But I'd always smile back and hide my fear of death away and enjoy the future while I've got it with him.
Elliott's Point Of View.
Saturday morning had arrived and I was thankful for a day off school and a day and night off patrolling, leaving it up to the Uley Brothers, Deano Cameron and Leah Clearwater's Daughter April. Though I admit, I hate days like this. There is nothing to do when everyone is off and about doing other stuff. Usually I would hang out at Seth Clearwater's but he's took his family camping, leaving my little Sister to her own devices to.
I guess we should hang out later when she's up. Maybe treat her to something nice as the past week has been hell for her. Unless she doesn't want to hang out or be seen with her older Brother. I could take her to see that film she's been dying to see. What's it called? Um… Face Punch 4. That's it. I'll have to suggest it after breakfast. My stomach rumbled and lured me down stairs for food.
Downstairs, I find my Mum and Dad cooking breakfast together, a full fry up and pancakes with maple syrup. Divine. The smell of coffee in flicked though the air and I grabbed myself a cup before crashing down into the seat next to Chad, who doesn't look too happy.
I ruffle his mop of a haircut, annoying him further while I ask, "What up little Bro?"
He pushed my hand away from his head while his voice snapped, "Get off me!"
"He's bored and wants to go out," Dad reveals, "But I'm not letting him get his own way this time."
"I feel like a prisoner in my own home," He said leaning his head on his supported arm on the table.
"Good on you dad, show him who's boss for once." I nod my head at him before sipping my coffee. "At least he will learn some manners."
"AMBER! SKYE!" Mum shouts up the stairs to my Sister's. "Breakfast is ready!"
At what I said, a frustrated and annoyed Chad swung a punch at my arm. It didn't hurt at all. He's such a weakling compared to me. If he wasn't my Brother, I would have hit him back and hard, show him a lesson.
"Morning Mum," Amber came leaping down the stairs, "Morning Dad."
"Morning Bee," Dad said looking over his shoulder, where he was dishing up the food on the six plates. "Is your Sister up yet?"
She shook her head. "I'll go and give her a nice wake up call," Her voice is filled with mischievous. That will cause hell. Skye doesn't do mornings. Amber danced back upstairs and within a few seconds yelled out, "She's not here!"
What? Of course she is, she wouldn't be anywhere else. It would be Amber playing tricks or something. I noticed Mum's face falling into an infuriated expression. "Sit down Mum," I tell her, "I'll go up and sort them out."
Scraping the wood chairs against the wood floor, I run up the stairs taking two at a time. I walk down to the end of the hallway and turned right into Skye's room. Only Amber stood in the room with the window wide open.
"I'm not fooling around Elliott, she's gone," Amber told me as she rotated on the spot to look at me. She extended her dainty arm out to me before adding, "She left this for Mum and Dad. I haven't opened it."
Snatching the paper from her grip, I unfold the paper and see my Sister's handwriting jotted all over it with her terrible spelling.
Mum Dad please dont wory wiVh Roggie Bee sath I promsie love you Skye x
"Jeez Skye," I gasp out.
Amber said, "I can smell blood just outside the window, she must have hurt herself."
Hurrying back down stairs, I find Dad on his mobile. "Rogan's not here Seth."
Capturing Dad's eye, I wave the piece of paper in my hand, "And neither is she," I declared, slightly worried over my little Sis. "She might be hurt to…"
Dad grunted and looked over the words.
"God her writing is terrible!" Mum complained as she looked over Dad's shoulder, reading the message.
"Seems they both took off, Seth." He paused and waiting for a reply. "Yeah probably gone to see that bloody movie they mentioned the other day."
"HA," Chad yelled with enthusiasm, "Skye is in BIG trouble!" He laughed smugly.
I slapped the back of his head.
"Ow!" he whinged rubbed the back of his head. "Why do you always hit me on the head for, you're as bad as her?!"
Skye's Point Of View
In the back of the car, we had managed to put the seats down and make the back comfortable with blankets and pillows, so we had somewhere to sleep. Good idea Rogan, but could have done without the bad back though. I was in my dream heaven, to be cuddled and spooned by Rogan, so I didn't complain at his idea. He had his very warm muscular arm wrapped around my figure, urging me closer his, feeling his hard abs pressing against my back. I wanted to stay like this forever. Well till I die anyway.
"Skye babe, are you awake?" Rogan's soft voice blew against my ear. A tingle of delight swims through my body, making me glow with butterflies.
I replied with the same gentle tone, "Yeah I'm awake…" His hands drew across my stomach, accidently lifting my plain t-shirt up, making us have skin on skin contact. A glimmer of pleasure rushed through me like a dart. His hand didn't stop there, his touch crossed along the rough edge of the reduced rash on my hip. Rogan urged me to face him. So with the little bit of room I had, I twisted around and regained his arm on my opposite hip.
Noticing Rogan's messed up hair, I became conscious at my own and patted my thick black hair which seemed to have behaved and stayed in the mess bun, I put it up so it wouldn't get into Roggie's way. I also took in the t-shirtless figure lay next to me, noticing the tattoo on his arm. I graced my fingers over the inked skin, gaining his blazing eyes instantly as they followed the direction of my smooth touch. I felt his body suddenly tense.
"I – um – I think I'm going to get breakfast…" He sat up pretty quickly, discarding my trace before banging his head loudly on the room of my car. He roared out, "DAMN IT!"
"Careful," I gasped at the blow, pushing myself up into a sitting position.
I reach up to sooth the pain where he hit it but he suddenly made his excuses and got out of the car, dragging his t-shirt with him.
I sighed.
Under the blankets, I got changed into my spare clothes. I dressed into black super soft skinny jeans and a dark green top with a studded cross in the middle before replacing my brown jacket to keep me warm. From where Rogan opened the door, I got the draft of coldness even though the sun was out in full today so I thought I'd be safe and wear my jacket.
I hunt through my bag and seize my phone. Ah! Cock-balls! 23 missed calls. 12 voicemails and tons of text messages –
From Dad –You're in big trouble young LADY! Get your ass back here now!
From Elliott – Sis are you okay? Are you hurt? Amber said she smelt blood. I'll come and fetch you if you want me to. X
I grabbed my mirror from my bag and searched my face, seeing a light scratch on the top of my cheek. I saw my hair and it was a complete mess, I shouldn't have let my hands make the judgement.
I kept on reading the messages -
From Amber – HA. HA. HA. Someone as in YOU are in so much trouble! I can't wait to see Mum and Dad kick your ass! Might have to just record it. Chad.
From Edward – Skye Hetta Black, why on earth would you take off without telling anyone? I hope you're alright. Please be safe. X
I sighed heavily as soon as Rogan reopened the car door.
"What's wrong?" He must have seen my grim facial expression.
Gesturing towards my phone, I announce, "I'm in so much shit!"
He chuckled for a moment, finding it pleasantly funny. He got his phone from his jean pocket and waved it side to side. "Me to..." He declared. "Here," He shoved a box into my hands. "This might help."
With a querying expression, I open the box. A beam soon took over the frown occurring on my face. Doughnuts had arrived and just on time. Before I thanked him, I had already chosen one with pink icing and chocolate sprinkles stuffing it into my face.
"As promised," Rogan said then chose one for himself, cramming the delight into his mouth before the pleasure of the sweetness groaned from his lips.
After a few hours of bumbling around, we went to the cinema and watched Face Punch 4. We had been waiting over a year to see it, keeping on track with the latest pictures from set and trailers. I was grateful that I was allowed into the cinema as I needed to be accompanied by an adult. But they automatically assumed Rogan, the over towering broad build lad, as an adult. Which might I add, also won us the best seats in the house as the girl behind the counter was complete flirting with him, wrapping her bleach blonde hair around her finger before giggling nervously as he spoke trying to get out pre-ordered tickets. I rolled my eyes at her. He is mine. No one else's bitch.
The earlier uncomfortable atmosphere between us had disappeared and we were enjoying each other's company again. I assumed the doughnuts played a big role in stirring the tension away. But I still didn't understand why he freaked out like he did.
In our seats with a big box of popcorn, Rogan decided he would play up like a big kid and throw popcorn at me. When I tried to gain some he held the box at arm's length knowing I would try and get him back. I pick a piece from my hair and through it at him which he managed to catch in his mouth before munching it. A wide grin smeared across his features.
As usual the film was amazing and lived up to our expectations and we couldn't wait for the next one. On the walk out of the cinema, Rogan grabbed my hand and directed us towards the car.
"I so cannot wait for 5 to come out next year!" I squealed in excitement as we stand waiting for the lights to change so we could cross the busy road.
"I didn't expect it to end that way," Rogan told me his opinion, still not loosening his grip on my hand. I looked up at him and he flashed me a wicked smile. He forced my body to turn to face him. His dark brown eyes glazed down at my green ones and I watched his lips as he said, "Thank you for getting yourself into trouble to come and see it with me." Another beam caught onto his lips.
I glance away from his eyes and coped his expression with a tint of blush covering my cheeks. "My pleasure," I muttered feeling his hot eyes on me.
Looking up, which I tried not to do but couldn't help, I saw his eyes turning soft as his body pressed against mine pushing me slightly back. I balanced quickly before lifting up onto my tiptoes, gaining the same level. His beloved face became inches away from mine and I watched as his lips parted.
This is it. He's going to kiss me. My first kiss, it's going to finally happen. OH MY GOD! My stomach flipped with nerves. JEEZ!
And that desired tension disappeared away within seconds as he glanced away and hauled me across the road.