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to get her to stop but Sea decided it was a good time to stand in front of me and I tripped over her, falling face first into the carpet. I heard a door slam shut and I groaned glaring at Sea who licked my cheek apologetically as I tried to get off the carpet while the twins giggled behind me.

Why did she not want to see me?

Wasn’t she worried about me?

I couldn’t help but feel hurt. Savannah was the niece of Kayo and Stacey. Kayo was her uncle and the twins were her little cousins, but she treated them like her siblings. Her parents travelled a lot so she stayed with them. She was also my best friend. We were inseparable since we first met which was when we were both one. She was actually older by two months, a fact she would love to flaunt in my face.

We were always hanging out with each other, getting in trouble with each other, fight each other, comforting each other, training together. When she got her powers at age six and I still haven’t gotten it, she would show me all she could do just so I wouldn’t feel left out.

Savannah was like a human bloodhound.  She could find anybody and pinpoint their location. She could also teleport to the person or somewhere she could see, she would include me in everything and when I had discovered my powers, she never spat at me.

But now she didn’t want to see me and my heart broke at that. What did I do?

Suddenly feeling a need to be alone, I jumped on the bed and put my body under the covers fighting an urge to groan. My headache has returned and I was hungry. As if to remind me, my stomach growled. Even though the thought of food churned my stomach and made we want to vomit, but obviously my stomach didn’t get the memo.

Bobbi giggled obviously hearing my stomach growling and bouncing on my back, but Anza pushed him off. “Come on, let’s tell Mama that were hungry.”

I sigh in relief when they left, but Sea unfortunately left with them. “Traitor.” I mumble under my breath and bury my head in the pillow.

There was a knock on the door. “Pumpkin?”

“Mph?” I mumbled under the blankets.

“Do you want to come and eat? You should be able to walk.” I push the covers and try to stand and to my pleasant surprise, I didn’t wobble or fall over. I sit down again and look at Stacey in the same doorway Savannah was mere minutes ago.

“Why does she hate me?” I look down in my lap, my fingers playing with the hem of my oversized shirt.

Stacey put her arm around my shoulder and cradles my head to her making me hear her heartbeat, the same way she used to do when I was little, but I didn’t mind. “Oh sweetie, she doesn’t hate you. When we thought you were dead and she took it harder than the rest of us. Just give her time.”

I lift my head to look up at her. What do I say? I’m sorry for running away when my parents died and trying to struggle with the pain almost running myself in the ground in the process. Sorry for not contacting them sooner to make sure I was alright. Sorry for abandoning them. Do I explain how I was afraid my parent’s murderer would come back for them? How I was afraid to be alone so I didn’t want them dead, too?

Stacey smacked me in the arm distracting me from my thought. “Oh, stop that. After dinner we will discuss what happened to you the past three months and talk then. And don’t be so hard on Savannah, she just needs more time.” She assures me. I kind of understood. Savannah had always been sensitive and always protecting me. The fact that I hurt her by not thinking about her and she was just worried. It would crush her to know what I have been doing these past months. I did understand why she would avoid me. She was afraid I would leave again.

God knows how many times I had thought their deaths were some nightmare and I kept waking up knowing that it wasn’t. I avoided sleeping because my dreams were infested with them and I hoped it wasn’t a mirage, but when I woke up that hoped was crushed over and over and over again. I understood, but I wasn’t going anywhere, not this time.

I nodded at her she helped me up, but I didn’t need it. I just wanted to hug her close to me. Maybe because she reminded me of my mom. They were about the same height with long blonde hair, my mom’s hair had been a few shades lighter and curly. They had similar personalities and could easily be mistaken for family.

She left me and pointed towards the bathroom. “You can take a shower and wash up. The clothes for you to wear should be on the hamper. Then come down to eat.” I nod at her and enter the bathroom.

I stripped quickly out of the clothes and step into the shower. When I turn on the hot water it comes out cold, but I relish the feeling of running water. The only water I could have was the ice cold rain and I almost died of hypothermia.

I rubbed the nice clean soap over my body and watching my clear olive skin come in view. I saw the dirt wash out and make brown swirl before draining in the drain. I sniffed the shampoo bottle scent and poured it over my auburn hair making it smell like vanilla. I massaged my scalp with the liquid and poured conditioner after rinsing off the shampoo. I stayed in the hot water a good deal after I had rinsed everything out.

It just felt so good. To be absolutely clean and refreshed after so long. I felt pure and it was strange how a small thing could make me so happy. Six months ago and I wouldn’t make such a big deal of it, but I couldn’t help it. I had been in the gutter for the past few months and struggling to live. Now I felt like my old self. Like all that happened before was a bad dream, a mere hallucination.

I jumped out and grabbed a towel as I dried myself. I caught a glance at the mirror and winced. I looked horrible. No wonder Bobbi thought I was dead, I looked like a corpse. My eyes were sunken in with horrible black bags at the end. My normally bright green eyes were dark and had a haunted look. My hair was wet from the shower and too long, just past my shoulders. I look down at my finger nails. Jagged and dirty. I see past my fingers and eye the scissors on the counter.

I grab a handful of my wet hair and cut right up to the nape of my neck. The strands falling to the floor making a puddle of hair at my feet. I snip at my bangs so they’re no longer in my eyes and make sure they are all even. I cleaned up the hair on the floor and put them in the trashcan. I take a razor and shave the extra stubble careful not to cut myself. Taking a new toothbrush out of the package and grabbing the spearmint toothpaste, I brush my teeth to a point where I was brushing m gums. I gurgle some mouthwash in my mouth and stay there for a few minutes. I showed my teeth in the mirror feeling satisfied.

I dropped my towel revealing my bony figure. I could count my ribs easily and I finger the new scars that were present on my body. I shake my head and dress quickly. My shorts fit a little better, but only because the shorts had a drawstring to it.  I shrug on the hoodie that made me look any smaller.

I always hated being short and small. Granted I was considered average, at 5 feet 8 inches, but my dad was a whopping 6 feet 5 inches. He was buff too and handsome. I inherited my mom’s slim figure, short height, and green eyes. The only thing I got from my dad was my hair which I hated. The color was a dark auburn and was thick, which was hard to deal with. It doesn’t have the thin soft curls that my mother had.

 I had feminine features too. Soft pink plump lips and big eyes framed by dark ling eyelashes. A short stubby nose and high cheekbones. I had a big butt that Savannah always teased me about and I felt like no one took me seriously. No one woud be intimidated by little old me. But sometimes it was fun to see the look of shock on people’s faces when I kicked their butt.

I almost smile at the amount of times that had worked in my advantage. How my opponent would let their guard down when they see me and I take the opportunity to send a punch in their face.

I take one more look in the mirror and get out of the bathroom. I head towards the dining room where delicious smells were coming from. I rub my stomach hungrily as I walk. My smile fades as I near Savannah’s door.

Should I knock? Stacey said to just giver her time. Does that mean she has to come to me or I just ask to talk? I didn’t know. What if she got mad at me? Or worse, I made her cry. I wouldn’t know what to do. In the past I would just hug her, but would she not want me to touch her?

All the questions swirled in my brain, causing my head to hurt. I didn’t even notice the door had happened to open until a creak resounded. I snapped my green eyes to her clear skyblue eyes that were watching me with a blank expression.

I gulped. Oh god what do I do?

Chapter 5

 

Chapter 5

“Um, hello?” I accidently stated it as a question and I feel heat creep up to my face. I rub the back of my neck nervously as I look at Savannah.

Her blonde hair was longer, almost reaching her waist curling slightly at the tips. Her bangs framed her face in a slant. She was wearing a I hate Mondays t-shirt that was baggy, but you could easily tell she had some muscle on her and she was made of lean muscles like a dancer.  Her blue eyes were staring at me intensely and I look away quickly.

God, she is beautiful.

Stop staring! I plead with her silently as my blush spread to the tips of my ears.

What do I say to her? I panic slightly. I hadn’t gotten this far. I had honestly thought either she wasn’t going to open or I wasn’t going to knock.

I put my hands in my hoodie pockets and try not to meet her eyes, looking everywhere else as if someone can come and help or just dig me a ditch so I could die.

“Savannah, I…well, I mean…I had…I’m sorry.” I

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