Chapter eight

"Towels and blankets"

Sahara's house loomed out in the distance, barely visible from the torrential rain.

"There's home!" Sahara called, galloping up to where the post box would've been. It was now laying sadly on the ground the contents of it spilling out and fluttering around in the wind.

"Jesus!" Chris laughed climbing up the steep driveway.

"I hate your driveway!" spluttered Vern.

Sahara crawled inside, breathing deeply, savoring the taste of pure air.

"Mum, Dad you home yet?" she called, no answer.

"Warmth!" Gordie moaned collapsing in a heap on an armchair, Vern skidded in just missing the coat holder and tripping over a rug, Teddy who was having the most fun out of any of them, did a forward roll in; smacking his head on the base of the stairs "Shit!"

Chris was the last, stepping in his white t-shirt clinging to his torso and his jeans weighing him down, he stripped instantly off the soaking t-shirt and flung it on the ground.

"Sack, I'm going for a shower" he said, sitting down and discarding of his sodden sneakers and socks.

"Oh yeh, sure, of course, use the one upstairs, I'll use the one in my parents bathroom, any one else want a shower!" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Me!" Vern, Teddy and Gordie both cried in unison.

"Ok well Vern you use the in my sisters bathroom, Teddy you use the in my room, and Gordie you can use the one in the guest room, ok?"

"Sounds great" Gordie replied as he too discarded of his t-shirt, shoes and socks.

"Ok"

Sahara stood looking at her self in the full length mirror. Her hair clung to her skull, hanging in thick strands and her skin looked like that of a fish. Ripping of her freezing garments she threw them in a pile on the ground. She looked at herself again, this time surprised to see tears welling up in her grey eyes.

"Damn it" she whispered tracing the outline of her face in the mirror, "what am I doing?"

The images of Eyeball and his sneering face flashed cruelly before her eyes, her nostrils could still smell the damp smoke, and her skin could still remember the imprint of his body. The tears began to topple from her eyes. Thick waves of anger washed over her, anger turned to indignant rage, then rage collapsed into self pity.

"Fuck, Jesus mother Mary!" she wept, slamming her fists against the glass, "I hate him, I hate him!" was all she could repeat as she slammed harder and harder at the glass, as if to see which one would break first, her spirit or the mirror.

"Eyeball!" she spat smacking with all her might at it, the mirror groaned warning her, begging her to stop; but she didn't.

Sahara threw one last punch at it, and then it broke. Pieces of glass fell every where, sharp evil little things scattering themselves on the ground and in the basin. One dagger like piece found its way into Sahara's flesh, embedding itself between the knuckles of her middle and index finger. Wincing she bite her lips to stifle a scream.

Slithers of blood were pushed up between the glass, and they ran down her hand like little streams of life. Plucking up the courage she encircled her fingers around the vengeful glass and proceeded to pull at it. The glass came with one skillful tug, Sahara smiled with satisfaction, but as if to replace the glass a searing pain infused itself with her skin causing it to feel as if it was on fire, and to add salt to the wound (excuse the pun) fresh waves of blood began erupt out of the hole. Panicking slightly at the amount of blood, she ran the tap and stuck her hand underneath it, flinching at the pain.

After a good 2 minutes, the blood was still pouring out. Sobbing slightly she slumped to the ground cradling her hand. If Sahara was telling the truth she knew that she wasn't crying over the cut. She was crying over Chris, over Eyeball, what was she doing? Did she have real feelings for Chris, did she want him as badly as she thought she did or was it just her fear of Eyeball, a fear that she had never felt before. For goodness sake there were pictures in the Chambers house, of her Eyeball and Chris all playing together in the lake when they were barely out of diapers. She'd grown up with them she knew them like she knew herself, so why now were her feelings for them becoming so mixed?

A knock came at the door, "Sahara?" Chris called through the door.

"Yeh Chris?"

"You nearly done, we've all had showers"

"Yeh, be right out!"

"Hey, Chris?" Sahara laughed a thought suddenly dawning on her.

"Yeh?"

"What are you wearing?" Sahara asked.

"Ummm, well ummmm towels and blankets!" Chris replied.

Sahara laughed, throwing her head back she laughed with pleasure; Chris had once again saved her.

A/N: Hey guys sorry about this chapter, it was really short and boring, but I needed a chapter that portrayed Sahara's feelings. So review quickly so I can post the next chapter which is a bit more exciting.

Get a room- lol love the name change! Thanks heaps for reviewing and no sadly Gordie and Sacky have nothing going on.

I haven't had a chance to read the Gordie story that you wrote but I definitely will. Also I haven't forgotten about your other story I will review the last to chapters very soon!

Lucy- thank you for coming back and reviewing this latest chapter, this chapter was boring but the next chapters get real intense and dramatic!

Dark-Celeste- Yeh that storm was really big, I didn't realize how big the storm had gotten until after I'd finished the chapter and I was reading it going WOAH this storm has been blown out of proportion! It was real fun to write this chapter though. Your story is amazing so far I'm loving the car accident and everything! Anyway thank you heaps for reviewing mine and liking it, you comments are very good inspirations!

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