Okay, I've made it all the way to chapter nine! *Applauds* Well I figured if I keep going day by day like this the story will never end so I think I'm gonna skip a teeny bit. Like a week.
As the week drags on the days seem like they can't get any longer.
Each day eventually becomes a bit of a routine: Will has a quick breakfast with me, he dashes out the door for school, I mope around the house then start trying to open his wine cabinets, Will comes back, lectures me on the mild damage CONTINUOUSLY appearing his wine cabinet, we eat some random takeout since NEITHER of us can cook, he grades papers, then we curl up together and watch some TV show or a movie for the night before heading off to bed. (Or couch in Will's case.) I've only gotten him to join me in the bed a few times… no, I don't mean THAT WAY! I don't want him ruining his back from sleeping on that thing, I'M SMALL, WILL IS NOT! I can fit there, he can't! And yet he still makes me take his bed.
Despite the fact that days that move slower than a sleepwalking turtle, I begin to notice that I really am beginning to recover from the earlier attack. (Physically, emotionally and financially, not s'much.) My bruises are beginning to fade a little, my ribs aren't so sensitive, and I can get around without limping anymore. I begin to cross my fingers and day after day hope that Will will take me to McKinley to help with his New Directions. Yeah, he's been keeping me up with what's going on, but it enough to keep me from wanting to help again.
"Hey, Will?" I say as we're curled up on his couch.
"Yeah?"
"I think I need to call the police."
Will looks at me with a Why didn't do that before? look.
"I didn't wanna talk to someone about it until I got over it a little, okay!"
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It turns out that when you report an attack you supposedly need the attackers APPEARANCE which is a little bit hard to do when there is the fact that it was in a dark alleyway and I couldn't see who it was. Anyway, they put a small report in the paper noting it.
"Pint sized," I groan as I read the article."They always comment on my height."
"Well it's good they're mentioning it," Will says. "Otherwise no one would even know about it."
"I guess you're right. Ya know, I really should start earning my place here," I add, "It's been a few weeks and all I've done is hide in your house and try to open your wine cabinet."
"April, there's a reason I'm letting you stay here," Will says. "I want to help you, and when it comes to the wine I need to keep an eye on you."
"Will, you can't take care of me forever."
"I want to." I give Will a surprised look. "At least until you're completely back on your feet," Will continues.
"Well just let me come help a glee! I'd like them to win regionals as much as you do! Anyway, I really have nothing to do just sitting around at your apartment except let… thoughts… run through my head. I don't like it, Will, I don't!" I give Will a look that hopefully shows just how much I hate it. Sitting around at his apartment, thinking about how I don't have a future anymore, feeling worse and worse about my current situation.
"All right, April. You can start coming next week," he says. (It's a Thursday.)
"Thanks, Will! And just so ya know, my ankle is all healed."
Yeah kinda short but next is back at NEW DIRECTIONS! Yay I've been waiting to do this part!
