Chapter 17 - Clumsy

It took ages to get home at the legal limit, but we eventually made it. I went straight upstairs, got washed and changed, and went to bed, just because there was nothing else to do, even though it was only half past nine.

 

I woke up early (4:30am) in the morning, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I had a nice warm shower, dried my hair, and straightened it, and then got dressed.

I went downstairs to go to watch some television, when I noticed a black figure in the corner of the room. I scanned the room one more time, and when I looked back, about five seconds later, it was gone.

I shrugged to myself, turned around, and there it was: a vampire, that was now standing tall over my five foot, seven inches.

It was wearing a long black cape, and it had dark, menacing eyes, which meant only one thing: it was thirsty.

 

“Can we do this outside, or silently please? I don’t want to wake my Mum up.” I said to it, in a whisper.

“Do what, exactly?” Said the figure, and it had a familiar voice.

“Kill me. What else?” I asked, trying to figure out who it was.

“I’m not here to kill you.” It said, lifting down its hood. It was Jordan.

“Then why are you here?” I asked.

“I heard Joe left you, and I had to see how you were. The Vamdeveri know your scent now, and with Joe not here to protect you, you are completely vulnerable. They want you dead, as you probably already know.” He said.

“Please don’t say his name.” I whispered, cringing.

“How much do you miss him, exactly?” Jordan asked.

“Too much for my own good or at least that’s what his thoughts keep saying.” I said, and then had to explain about me being able to read minds.

He kept nodding, and said he’d order his brother not to think about me because it was difficult for me.

“You should try not to let your Mum see how much it’s hurting you, because I got a good look at her last night, and she went through the same thing that you’re going through when she was nineteen.” He said.

“Okay…” I said, then suddenly remembered what he meant. “Oh, I forgot, you can tell somebody’s history just by looking at them.”

“Yeah, are sure you’ll be okay if I leave?” He asked, and I nodded, knowing that I’d probably cry because everybody seemed to be leaving me, or me leaving other people.

 

I watched the little kiddie’s shows, and watched things like the teletubbies and the tweenies, because anything else I watched reminded me of being grown up and dealing with things. I only had happy memories from being a little child.

Mum came down at 7:00am, wrapped in a dressing gown, and wearing slippers, with her hair in tin foil. I realised that she must be dying her hair again. I wonder what colour it would be this time; would she really dye it purple, like I suggested? I doubted it.

 

“Good morning Mum!” I said, skipping over to her, with a smile on my face, and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“What’s got into you?” She asked, and I gave her a look. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Don’t you want me to be happy? I can be a grumpy teenager if you like.” I said, and stuck my lower lip out, and pretended to have a tantrum.

“It’s fine by me – to have you happy, that is. I was just wondering why.” She clarified.

“I realised that there’s plenty more fish in the sea.” I said.

“Are you going to go to build some more on the tree house with Zach?” She wanted to know.

“Probably, if he wants to. Why?” I asked, suspiciously.

“You seem happier when you’ve been with him; well, you do if this is anything to go by.” She said.

“Zach had nothing to do with this.” I said, and it was the truth, not that I was going to tell her the exact truth.

 

“Then who did?” She asked, confused.

“It’s not a case of whom; it’s a case of what.” I replied, choosing my words carefully, so that they would be as close as possible to the truth, but without letting her know the whole truth. She’d never believe me if I told her the truth, but I didn’t want the Vamdeveri coming after her too.

“Okay, then what did?” She asked, and I bit my tongue.

“I saw something about how little kiddies love their Mummies and it made me realise how special you are.” I lied, but she bought it. Deep down inside of me,

I knew how special my Mum was, it’s just that I let my mean teenage instincts cover it up, which made me feel really horrible. I would try my best from now on to show my Mum how much I really appreciate everything that she does for me.

 

I made omelettes for us and then I got ready to go to Amanda’s house. I dressed in dungarees, and an old shirt that used to be my Dads’, but shrunk in the wash, so it fit me. I put on some old battered trainers that I always used to do my tree climbing in, and then climbed in my Micra.

Mum was going to do some shopping with Amanda, so I was left to babysit Zach, though he doesn’t need babysitting. If anybody needed babysitting, it would be me, because I’m the one that needs to be looked after, as I’m always hurting myself and others around me; or so it seems.

 

I drove there at one hundred and ten miles per hour, as I wanted to get there as soon as I possibly could. I was in a daydream most of the way there, and that’s probably why I didn’t notice the sirens behind me, or the mega phone with a voice that was too familiar telling me to pull over.

As soon as I realised, I pulled over straight away. The police car pulled over just behind me, and Tom walked to my window.

 

“Bethany? Beth? Is it really you?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, sorry.” I apologized.

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” He asked me.

“Yeah, sorry.” I said again.

“Do you promise never to do it again?” He asked, seeming as though he was going to let me off if I did promise.

“No.” I replied, smiling.

“Okay, I really don’t want to give you a ticket. Do you promise not to get caught doing it?” He asked.

“I’ll try. I was in a bit of a hurry - and a daydream.” I admitted.

“Okay, where are you off?” He asked.

“Amanda Jones’s place.” I replied.

“Poor soul, she’s had it bad, what with her husband leaving her when she had that stroke.” He said, shaking his head in disgust at her husband.

“Zach’s a mature boy, considering his age.” I said.

“Are you going to see Zach?” He asked, getting ready to tease me.

“Yeah, we’re building a tree house.” I smiled, in spite of myself.

“Good luck with that!” He said, and walked back to the police cruiser.

Honestly, what is it with people and thinking that building tree houses is immature?

 

I arrived at Zach’s place about five minutes later, in a bad mood due to having to pull over, as if I hadn’t had to pull over, I would be there by now.

I knocked on their door, and Zach opened it. A huge smile stretched right across his face when he saw me, just like a Cheshire cat.

 

“Ready to get back to work?” I asked.

“Erm… yup. Come on.” He said, and I followed him to the tree, and he congratulated me on my rope (and bits of wood) ladder.

We climbed up, and I fastened myself into my harness (it didn’t look like I was going to have a lucky day today, so I might as well use as many safety precautions as I can), and we managed to get the floor of the first storey done, leaving a gap for where we need to put the stairs in. We built the walls even higher, and were just preparing the beams to go on the roof, when I lost my footing, and fell down to the foot of the tree, giving my face a thorough scraping, and I fell all that way with my harness-rope-thing on! When I remembered correctly, I had forgotten to tie it above the branch.

 

Zach climbed down he tree like a spider – very gracefully and quickly.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking completely worried.

“I think I broke my leg.” I said.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Can you legally drive?” I asked him.

“Yeah, why?” He asked.

“Can you drive me to the hospital?” I asked him, having to ask an obvious question.

“Yeah, I’ll just leave a note on the table for my Mum.” He said and raced in the house.

He came out with some keys and told me to wait right where I was.

The End

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