My head shot up.
The wind was shaking the window shades, and I could hear the rain pouring outside. I grunted as I felt my hands come up to my eyes and rub them. It was a completely involuntary movement, and it almost shocked me. I took control of my body and then stepped out of the bed I was in. I couldn't remember how I had gotten there, but it didn't really matter.
I walked outside of the room and looked around. It was all starting to come back to me. I wasn't supposed to be there, wherever I was. This was somebody else's home. I had broken in somehow. I looked to my left and saw a broken window.
I quickly but silently ran down the hallway, and then made my way out of the window that I had used to enter. I heard a voice yell, "STOP!" as I did this, but I gave it no notice. I stood on the ledge of the two story house and looked down. Quite a long fall. I wondered if I'd die if I jumped, but decided it would only end in injury.
Not worth it.
I deftly jumped onto the branch of a tall tree and then swung my way down, still ignoring the sounds of protest coming from the window.
The cops would be there soon. I had to get out of there.
A few hours passed before I made it back to the gym. I decided I would wait out there until Joe showed up, though I knew I didn't really have the time. My mom was probably starving to death right now. But I knew that going out and searching for him may take longer than just waiting for him at the gym. Thus, I would wait.
Joe's trainer approached me after a few minutes of quiet sitting. He asked me if I wanted something to eat, and I considered asking for more than I needed so I could bring some back to my family, but I decided that I didn't want to reveal my pettiness. Me and my pride...or what was left of it at least...was all I had. So I said I'd have a sandwich. He brought me one and I scarfed it down in under a minute. It was a grilled cheese, slightly overcooked, but it was food.
Joe showed up eventually, but he had company. He was with a girl. She looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Joe didn't usually hang out with girls, at least, not when I knew him, so I was sure that she was relatively new. Joe wasn't much of a ladies' man though, so why was he with a girl at all?
I waited for a while and just watched them, trying to analyze the situation before I moved in. But time was running out, and so was my patience.