AUTHOR'S NOTE : WELCOME BACK. JUST A LITTLE TIP TO AVOID CONFUSION - HOPE'S THOUGHTS WILL BE IN ITALICS AND PARENTHESIS.
Elijah and I walk out of the cemetery, onto the street. Then, we just kind of stop and do nothing…
(Now what?)
"Well, thanks. Bye!" I tell him, walking off. I guess I'll go home to my aunt's sad, depressing house. Have I mentioned that I hate my life?
"Where are you going?"
I stop and turn to look at him.
"Home. Duh."
"You live here? In New Orleans?" he asked. He looks confused. I just nod.
"Forgive me. I was under the impression you resided elsewhere -" was all he could get out before I cut him off.
"I mean, technically I do. I'm just living here temporarily. I'm staying with my aunt for a little while." I explain. He nods.
"And your mother?" he asks in a soft voice.
I can tell he's trying to silently ask if she's apart of my life. I don't answer - just shrug my shoulders.
I didn't want to explain it. I mean, I just met him. He may be okay with sharing his life story after five minutes, but not me.
Elijah looks at me with an apologetic (for lack of a better word) look.
"I do not mean to pry -"
I cut him off again.
"It's fine."
We stand, doing nothing (again), in a now awkward silence. I was the one to break it.
"Yup. So, I'm going to go home now. Bye."
I walk off, heading towards where (I think) my aunt lives. I hate having to ask for directions, but I may have to. Stupid witches. Stupid Sophie. Stupid Jane-Anne. I'm glad she's dead. If it weren't for her and Sophie, I wouldn't even be fucking lost -
I literally just noticed Elijah is walking beside me. How long has he been right next to me? He must move quietly, like a ninja. I can't believe I didn't even notice him until just now. Wait, why is he walking with me again?
That question makes me stop and look at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Walking you home." Elijah says. He says it so matter of factly.
(Smug, little bastard, isn't he?)
"Thanks, but I don't need to be walked home. I can do it by myself. I got this."
I begin to walk again. This time (and I made sure to watch him), Eli doesn't follow. Anyways. I'm at the end of a street. I wish I had Google Maps right now to tell me where the fuck I'm at. I also wish I had thought to find out my aunt's actual address.
I turn back around. Elijah's just standing in the middle of the street, just chilling, with one hand in his pocket, the other hanging by his side. He's looking at me and I realize he looks amused.
(I'm so glad my struggles are entertaining you, buddy.)
"I don't suppose you can direct me toward the city?"
"Now, I'm confused. Just a minute ago, you said you did not need to be escorted. Am I to assume you do not, in fact, 'got this'?"
He's smiling now.
"Ha. Ha. Are you done yet? Can I get some directions now?"
"Of course. I'd be happy to direct you to the city - personally." He says, emphasizing "personally". I know what game he's playing.
"Ughhh! Fine."
Aaand from there, we walk in silence - Eli leading, of course. I know I can get home from Bourbon Street. I accidentally stumbled upon the street when exploring. It was fucking horrible, by the way. It stunk and there were drunks and tourists everywhere. But at least I know how to get home from there.
However, when we get there and I tell Eli this, he doesn't say anything and just continues walking with me.
At this point, I don't even care, man. If Eli wants to walk with me - whatever. God, I just want to sleep for 17 hours straight.
We walk a little further and I can see my aunt's house from here. Is he going to walk me to the door ooor? Oh goddd… What if he actually wants to meet Tara. That's my aunt, by the way.
(Please, just say goodbye and walk away. Please. Please. Pleassse.)
I stop in front of the house and stare. I notice Elijah is staring as well. It's not even my house but I'm still embarrassed of him seeing it. The man's in a fucking suit for god's sake - he probably lives in some super rich mansion or some shit.
"So...this is my stop. Bye." I mutter. I just want to get inside, slam the door, and never see Eli (or his fuckface brother for that matter) ever again as fast as possible. But the universe hates me, as we've established, and in my attempt to rush up the stairs of the porch and go inside - I trip.
And fall.
Flat. On. My. Face.
(Fuck my life!)
AUTHOR'S NOTE : SO...THIS CHAPTER'S A LITTLE SHORT... BUT ALL WELL - AREN'T THEY ALL? I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL B LONGER, :D COMING UP NEXT - ELIJAH TAKES IN HOPE AND THEY TALK.
