Gone

There was no one home when I finally managed to get the door open. Instead, I was greeted by a yellow sticky note on the fridge saying 'gone shopping, be back later -Mum'. I opened the fridge and scanned the shelves for something edible but found nothing except for a container of who knows what and a couple of other random bits and bobs. It didn't help I was shit at cooking. I grabbed a a few slices of cheese and cut it into squares. It was a weird habit I had. The grapes in the bottom of the fridge looked promising so I got them out as well. I slumped on the lounge and stuffed my face with the food I had managed to find, such as it was, as I lazed in front of the telly for a while. As usual, there was nothing on any of the channels but my feet were achy so I didn't bother to get up.

I hoped Mum wouldn't mind me going out again. We had barely seen each other. Usually it would be just me and her because Dad would always be at work-like now for instance. I felt bad because now it was just her. She shouldn't mind. She hadn't said anything when I had come home almost 12 hours after I had left. I was interrupted mid-thought by a shrill beeping sound coming from the home phone on the shelf next to me, right near my ear. I cringed and stared at it for a second before realising I should probably pick it up if I didn't want my eardrums to pop. I grabbed the phone off the hook aggressively and held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said flatly.
"Kaia, I'm so so sorry. I feel awful about the way I've been treating you. Is there any way I could make it up to you?"
Fucking Amber.

I didn't answer. Instead, I pressed small grey 'end call' button and slammed the phone back onto the hook. There was no way I was letting her manipulate her way back onto my good side. She had tried this once before and it had worked but not this time. This time I was standing my ground. Our friendship no longer existed and there was nothing either of us could do about it. Not that I wanted to.

It was already half past four when I glanced at the clock again. Apparently time didn't just fly when you were having fun. I didn't really need to get ready just yet but I wanted to get it over and done with. I knew it wouldn't take that long so I walked up the stairs and into my room, as slowly as I could. I wanted to kill as much time as possible.

I rummaged through my wardrobe, trying to find something semi-decent for me to wear. As I reached down to the bottom of the second drawer, I found a pair of white and black vertically striped jeggings I never knew I had, and a white sloppy joe jumper. Of course the clothes looked average on me, just like everything else I owned, but it'd have to do. I was happy when I found my black converse high tops lying in the corner on my floor. At least my feet would look good, I thought to myself. And they did.

It was now only five past five. I had only killed just over thirty minutes. This was why I hated getting ready. Because once you're ready, all you can do is wait. And waiting was what I was worst at. A few seconds later Mum rang asking where I was.
"Home," I answered.
"You got any plans for tonight?"
Her voice sounded hopeful.
"Yes...why?"
"Oh nothing. Are you going out with Niall again tonight?"
How did she know his name? I realised Dad had probably told her all about him and how he kidnapped me for the night. She didn't sound to unhappy at the thought of it though which was a good sign.

"Yeah, that okay with you?" I replied.
"Course honey, have fun. Be safe. I love you,"
"Bye Mum, love you too,"
I loved it when she was like this. I just hoped it would last.

Notes

FINISHED HOLY CRAP! YAY! :) <3