Okay, so I didn't exactly hit the ground. More like the ground and some
bushes. Okay, more like the bushes, but it still hurt from the way I
landed, and being half naked didn't make it feel any better.
As I fell I think I did a flip and ended up kind of on my butt, smacking my head on something in the process, temporality knocking me out.
This time instead of dreaming about running out and falling through an opening in the ground again, I dreamt the continuation of that. I was now in the darkness, lying flat on my bare stomach, pressing against the cold floor. I pushed myself up and called out for help. It was freezing and by the echo it seemed to be hollow. For some reason, I knew that there was a switch somewhere. Using my hands, I searched along the wall until I came across it. I hesitantly flipped the switch and slowly turned around to face whatever evils lurking. As I took in my surroundings I realized that the darkness wasn't what I expected. I found myself standing in my bathroom. I didn't understand.
I awoke, immediately greeted with the stench of leafs, countless bruises & scrapes, a possible dislocated shoulder, and complete confusion with my dream.
"Seth!" I suddenly heard my name called from afar.
I tried to say something but it came out in a whisper, and even if it had come out louder I really didn't know what I was saying anyway. I didn't want to move in fear of making any other injures apparent, but I'd have to in order to make my escape.
"Ryan, call 911!" I heard Mom yell.
Slowly, I rose to my feet where I noticed that I had on but one shoe. I scoffed to myself, and stumbled out of the dark bushes in a daze.
"Seth!" Someone called but I couldn't make out who it was, my head was in a whirl.
I brought up my hand to scratch the side of my head where it had been itching, and when I felt a wet substance I had a good idea of what it was. I peered down at the tips of my fingers and saw that they were red with blood.
Still looking down, I became aware of my lack of clothes. Using my arms, I covered my battered body, and jogged toward the side of the house.
"Seth? Seth, come back there! You're hurt!" I heard Dad shout, but I just kept going.
I stopped at the back fence, quickly thinking of where to go from there. With my adrenaline running high, I jumped the fence, and leaped into Marissa's yard. I dashed toward the backdoor and was pleasantly surprised when I found that it was open. I slipped inside, shutting the door very quietly behind me.
What was I doing?
What the hell was I doing?
I bit my lip, holding my head in my hands.
I had to get out of there.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a noise coming from the stairs and I quickly dove into the nearest room which turned out to be the den. I rolled underneath the table where I held my breath and preyed to God that I wouldn't get caught.
"Mom, I'll be fine. I'll have Summer come over, so I won't be alone, okay?" A female voice explained.
It was Marissa.
"Darling, are you absolutely sure?" Julie asked, but she didn't sound all that genuine.
"Yes. Go."
"Alright, you know my cell number." She said simply, and I heard the door open and close.
I crawled out from underneath the table, slowly rising to my feet. I pressed my body up against the wall, wincing at the coldness.
I had no idea what I was doing
I itched my way into the kitchen, ducking behind the island in the middle. I started waddling my way toward the backdoor again until I heard a noise coming my way. Knowing I would get caught anyway, I panicked and popped out from behind the counter.
To my surprise it wasn't Marissa.
"Um, hi." I offered to the maid discomfited with an awkward smile and she simply screamed in Spanish.
"Miss. Mad-issa!" She shouted petrified, "911, 911!"
"No, no, no, no!" I held my hands up just as Marissa came running in.
"Marissa, please tell her I'm not a robber." I told her, bending my knees so just my head and neck were showing.
"Seth, what the hell?" She looked mortified, "God, you're bleeding" Her brows furrowed with concern. After a moment she turned to her maid, "Pilar, its okay." She reassured the horrified older woman, "¿Puede usted darnos un minuto?" She asked her in Spanish, and Pilar left the kitchen.
"You didn't tell her to call the police, did you?" I asked anxiously.
"No" She said almost annoyed, placing her hands on her hips, "What are you doing in here?" She looked at me a little closer, her eyes widening a tad, "Are you naked?"
"Not really." I explained, resting my head on the counter.
There was a silence before she said anything else.
"Hang on..." She began, letting out a sigh, "Let me get you some of my dad's clothes..."
"Thanks" I told her, picking my head up off the counter.
"I'll be right back." She said and began to walk away.
"Marissa?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't call anyone, okay? I don't want anyone to know I'm here... please"
She looked at me hard, finally nodding her head in agreement after a long pause.
She was back in a flash, tossing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt over to me, I slipped them on and slowly came around the island to meet her.
"What happened?" She asked, dragging me by the arm over to a chair, sitting me down.
"It's a really long story..." I told her, yelping when a cloth of alcohol stung the cut on my forehead.
She didn't say anything as she placed a bandage over the cut.
She stepped in front of me, crossing her arms.
"What's going on with you lately?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Yeah"
"Listen, if you're gonna hide out here I suggest you don't lie to me."
"I-I'm not."
She opened her mouth about to say something when the doorbell rang. We looked at each other with wide eyes because we both had a good idea of who was waiting outside that door.
The doorbell rang again, and I pleaded to her with my eyes.
"Hide" She said, and made her way to the door.
I quickly retreated back to the den, where I slid underneath the table yet again.
I heard the door open and Marissa greet the visitor like there wasn't a care in the world.
"Hey, Mr. Cohen"
"Marissa, honey, is Seth here?" He asked out of breath.
"No..." She began, "Is everything okay?"
She was good...
"I hope... I-I don't know. I think he's hurt pretty bad. He fell out of his window." He explained.
"Oh my god." She said and she meant it.
"If you hear from him or-or see him, please let us know, alright?"
"Yeah, of course. Of course, I will."
She sounded so sincere. That girl was better then I thought.
"I'll keep an eye out, okay?" She told him sweetly.
"Thanks"
She closed the door, and mumbled, "I'm going to hell..." under her breath.
I slowly crawled out of the table, meeting her back in the kitchen.
She looked mad.
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"You're just lucky it wasn't Ryan." She said arms folded across her stomach, "I can't believe I just lied to your dad like that..." She shook her head, looking down for a few moments, "Are you hurt?" She asked looking up at me.
"Not really, just my shoulder, I guess."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah"
"Alright, just... hang out here for a little, I guess. My mom will be back later so you can't stay here all night..." She stopped, wiping her face, "God, what am I doing?"
"Being there for me?"
She smirked, tilting her head at me,
"Right..."
As I fell I think I did a flip and ended up kind of on my butt, smacking my head on something in the process, temporality knocking me out.
This time instead of dreaming about running out and falling through an opening in the ground again, I dreamt the continuation of that. I was now in the darkness, lying flat on my bare stomach, pressing against the cold floor. I pushed myself up and called out for help. It was freezing and by the echo it seemed to be hollow. For some reason, I knew that there was a switch somewhere. Using my hands, I searched along the wall until I came across it. I hesitantly flipped the switch and slowly turned around to face whatever evils lurking. As I took in my surroundings I realized that the darkness wasn't what I expected. I found myself standing in my bathroom. I didn't understand.
I awoke, immediately greeted with the stench of leafs, countless bruises & scrapes, a possible dislocated shoulder, and complete confusion with my dream.
"Seth!" I suddenly heard my name called from afar.
I tried to say something but it came out in a whisper, and even if it had come out louder I really didn't know what I was saying anyway. I didn't want to move in fear of making any other injures apparent, but I'd have to in order to make my escape.
"Ryan, call 911!" I heard Mom yell.
Slowly, I rose to my feet where I noticed that I had on but one shoe. I scoffed to myself, and stumbled out of the dark bushes in a daze.
"Seth!" Someone called but I couldn't make out who it was, my head was in a whirl.
I brought up my hand to scratch the side of my head where it had been itching, and when I felt a wet substance I had a good idea of what it was. I peered down at the tips of my fingers and saw that they were red with blood.
Still looking down, I became aware of my lack of clothes. Using my arms, I covered my battered body, and jogged toward the side of the house.
"Seth? Seth, come back there! You're hurt!" I heard Dad shout, but I just kept going.
I stopped at the back fence, quickly thinking of where to go from there. With my adrenaline running high, I jumped the fence, and leaped into Marissa's yard. I dashed toward the backdoor and was pleasantly surprised when I found that it was open. I slipped inside, shutting the door very quietly behind me.
What was I doing?
What the hell was I doing?
I bit my lip, holding my head in my hands.
I had to get out of there.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a noise coming from the stairs and I quickly dove into the nearest room which turned out to be the den. I rolled underneath the table where I held my breath and preyed to God that I wouldn't get caught.
"Mom, I'll be fine. I'll have Summer come over, so I won't be alone, okay?" A female voice explained.
It was Marissa.
"Darling, are you absolutely sure?" Julie asked, but she didn't sound all that genuine.
"Yes. Go."
"Alright, you know my cell number." She said simply, and I heard the door open and close.
I crawled out from underneath the table, slowly rising to my feet. I pressed my body up against the wall, wincing at the coldness.
I had no idea what I was doing
I itched my way into the kitchen, ducking behind the island in the middle. I started waddling my way toward the backdoor again until I heard a noise coming my way. Knowing I would get caught anyway, I panicked and popped out from behind the counter.
To my surprise it wasn't Marissa.
"Um, hi." I offered to the maid discomfited with an awkward smile and she simply screamed in Spanish.
"Miss. Mad-issa!" She shouted petrified, "911, 911!"
"No, no, no, no!" I held my hands up just as Marissa came running in.
"Marissa, please tell her I'm not a robber." I told her, bending my knees so just my head and neck were showing.
"Seth, what the hell?" She looked mortified, "God, you're bleeding" Her brows furrowed with concern. After a moment she turned to her maid, "Pilar, its okay." She reassured the horrified older woman, "¿Puede usted darnos un minuto?" She asked her in Spanish, and Pilar left the kitchen.
"You didn't tell her to call the police, did you?" I asked anxiously.
"No" She said almost annoyed, placing her hands on her hips, "What are you doing in here?" She looked at me a little closer, her eyes widening a tad, "Are you naked?"
"Not really." I explained, resting my head on the counter.
There was a silence before she said anything else.
"Hang on..." She began, letting out a sigh, "Let me get you some of my dad's clothes..."
"Thanks" I told her, picking my head up off the counter.
"I'll be right back." She said and began to walk away.
"Marissa?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't call anyone, okay? I don't want anyone to know I'm here... please"
She looked at me hard, finally nodding her head in agreement after a long pause.
She was back in a flash, tossing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt over to me, I slipped them on and slowly came around the island to meet her.
"What happened?" She asked, dragging me by the arm over to a chair, sitting me down.
"It's a really long story..." I told her, yelping when a cloth of alcohol stung the cut on my forehead.
She didn't say anything as she placed a bandage over the cut.
She stepped in front of me, crossing her arms.
"What's going on with you lately?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Yeah"
"Listen, if you're gonna hide out here I suggest you don't lie to me."
"I-I'm not."
She opened her mouth about to say something when the doorbell rang. We looked at each other with wide eyes because we both had a good idea of who was waiting outside that door.
The doorbell rang again, and I pleaded to her with my eyes.
"Hide" She said, and made her way to the door.
I quickly retreated back to the den, where I slid underneath the table yet again.
I heard the door open and Marissa greet the visitor like there wasn't a care in the world.
"Hey, Mr. Cohen"
"Marissa, honey, is Seth here?" He asked out of breath.
"No..." She began, "Is everything okay?"
She was good...
"I hope... I-I don't know. I think he's hurt pretty bad. He fell out of his window." He explained.
"Oh my god." She said and she meant it.
"If you hear from him or-or see him, please let us know, alright?"
"Yeah, of course. Of course, I will."
She sounded so sincere. That girl was better then I thought.
"I'll keep an eye out, okay?" She told him sweetly.
"Thanks"
She closed the door, and mumbled, "I'm going to hell..." under her breath.
I slowly crawled out of the table, meeting her back in the kitchen.
She looked mad.
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"You're just lucky it wasn't Ryan." She said arms folded across her stomach, "I can't believe I just lied to your dad like that..." She shook her head, looking down for a few moments, "Are you hurt?" She asked looking up at me.
"Not really, just my shoulder, I guess."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah"
"Alright, just... hang out here for a little, I guess. My mom will be back later so you can't stay here all night..." She stopped, wiping her face, "God, what am I doing?"
"Being there for me?"
She smirked, tilting her head at me,
"Right..."