Animosity (Marree)
Feb 11, 2014 9:09:11 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 11, 2014 9:09:11 GMT -5
MAtTHEW DUNHAM
It would be a lie to say that I didn't sleep at all that night. I did sleep, pretty early actually because the long way home in the snow took everything out of me. It's only been a few days since the last fight and I'm still working on the blood loss. By the time I made it home my father had almost called the peace keepers to find me.
The lecture that he's trying to give me is lost on me just like the one was that he gave me the night before for getting piss drunk at a pub.
I'm out like a light really fast but in the middle of the night I wake up and can't go back to sleep because Kyanite is on my mind. I remember how fragile she look while she was lying there. So I roll over in bed lifting my left arm to grab my pillow.
I'm still undecided whether it's a good idea to actually be with her because I have a strong feeling that I'm no good for her. I'm leaning more and more towards the idea of letting her be the judge of that despite my shot self confidence. If she really wants a looser the so be it. the question is does she actually want me back?
No matter whether we're going to get back together I care enough for her to be really worried about her health. I don't get a bad conscience a lot...not when I punched that chick in the nose, nor when I shot Jins...
With Ky things are different. I care for her...a lot. I might even have been in love with her or am I still? Is that why I can't stop thinking about her?
Again I roll over in bed and cover my head with the pillow just to wince at the pain that is still radiating from the cut on the back on my head from Mark.
That same thing happens three times that night until I wake up the next morning as if I hadn't slept at all.
Just after breakfast I convince my father to drop me off at Kyanites house on his way to work even though I know that there's a chance I won't be welcome there.
For a moment I stand at the bottom of the stairs waiting for my father to leave and draw my jacket closer around my shoulders.
Once he's gone I step up to the door and knock hard...three times. I hope with all my ,might that it won't be her dad who answers the door.