Yet again, the swear words got changed by my computer so I changed them a little. Hope you enjoy this chapter. It might be a little longer for the next update because I've got homework, my dad's away next week and I'm going to be really busy too. So, please don't kill me! R&R and please be nice..
When I was about half-way there, it started raining. Luckily, the jacket I was wearing had a hood so I pulled it over my head. I started walking a little faster, then a car came past, drove threw a puddle and splashed onto me. I'm totally soaked and I couldn't go back now. I started running a bit and in no time I was just outside Clark's house. I went up to the door and knocked. Then I saw a silhouette of someone walking past the window. A woman, who looking in she was in her 40s answered the door. I guessed she was Clark's mom.
"Um... hi. Is Clark home?" I asked as I quickly looked behind her into the house. It looked really pretty.
"Yeah, you must be Peyton. Clark told me you were coming over. You look soaked. Would you like me to dry your coat?" she asked as she let me into the house. I nodded and handed her my dripping, cold jacket. She smiled warmly.
"Clark's in his room right now. It's upstairs, second door on the right," she told me as she put my jacket over the heater. I smiled then I quickly went upstairs, gently knocked on the door and walked in. I saw Clark lying on his bed when I got in. He sat up and greeted me with a dorky grin.
"Hey Peyton. When did you get here?" he asked. God, does this guy ever say anything smart?
"About five minutes ago, your mom answered. Well, I think it was your mom," I told him. I'm never sure if a person is someone's mom since I've never actually has a mother figure.
"Oh, I would have answered but I never heard you knocking. I must've dozed off." There was an awkward silence between us until someone knocked at Clark's bedroom door and let themselves in.
"Son," the man started then he noticed me sitting on Clark's bed. Maybe he's never seen his son with a girl before. I severely doubt that though. But he continued, "Your mother and I are going into town for a little while. Are you and your friend going to be OK with that?"
"Sure dad, it's not like we're little kids or something," he told his father. His father smiled. I guess he got the message and he left the room.
"So I'm guessing that's your dad? He looks a lot better than mine," which was totally true. My dad isn't the greatest; he's never there for me a lot, especially when I really need him.
"Yeah, that's my dad. He's great." No need to rub it in Clark. "How would he be better that yours?" I didn't really want to tell him, I didn't know him all that well yet. But sooner or later, you've gotta tell people things that you keep to yourself.
"I'll tell you late, now isn't really the best time. So, why don't you tell me more about yourself farm boy?" I had to learn more about him, and then I would consider telling him about my hell.
"Well, I was adopted when I was a little kid. My real parents didn't want me I guess, but my mom and dad I have now are the best. I'm an only child, as you can see, but I've always wanted a younger sibling. Brother or sister. What about you?" Should I tell him about the hellhole that is my life? I think I should, he does have a right to know, I mean you can't have a good friendship if it's based on lies, can you?
"I've got an older brother, as you already know and I live with my dad and Dylan. But my dad isn't the greatest. All he cares about is his bitch of a girlfriend, Jennifer. The little sl.ut who is playing my dad and I fcuking hate her." I paused for a minute to let Clark take everything in bit when I was going to start again, he stopped me.
"So... do you have a mom, or are your parents divorced?" he asked. I was going to do the usual lie that I told a lot of people when I was in Metropolis. I was going to tell him my parent's were divorced, what he does know can't hurt him, right? But then I decided to tell him the whole truth.
"My mom died when I was a little girl. Seven years old to be precise," I was on the verge of crying now. Every time I spoke about my mom, I felt like I was seven again. Not knowing where she was and when she was coming back home to me. "She was in labour with my little brother when all of the pain caused her to slip into a coma. The baby died two days after birth because of heart failure. My mom was on life support for two weeks then my dad pulled the plug on her." I was crying not. I looked down at my feet, then back up at Clark. He had a single tear falling down his face. He pulled me toward her and hugged me. I felt a bit better now.
"I'm really sorry. You know, you didn't have to tell me that, but I'm glad you did." I a strange way, so was I. The only other person I told was my best friend Samantha (Or Sam as I always called her), she cried too.
"It's OK, I wanted to tell you." I pulled myself away from him and wiped my eyes. Then I give him a little smile and he smiled back.
"Come on, I've got some money. Lets order some pizza," he offered. I nodded. Pizza sounded really good now. I wiped my eyes again and we ran out of his room and downstairs.
