Zeke and I sit at a small table in a busy Italian restaurant, waiting on our orders. Hopefully, the food was better than the movie we had just seen. There was an hour and a half of my life that I would never get back.
“So what did you think of the movie?” Zeke asks.
It takes me a while to get up from where I sat by the door. I can’t believe Kirk did this to me. Was he always this much of a jerk or was it something new? Finally, the tears stop and I get up from the floor. I feel exhausted and my head hurts. I dry my face as I walk to the bath to take a shower. I’m hoping the hot water will help ease my headache. I had cried and felt sorry for myself, but I am done with that. I am not a damsel in distress.
“Have you tried talking to him?” I ask Betha after she mentions her problems with Matt.“He’s a guy Olivia. Anytime I try to talk about anything emotional or involving feelings he practically gets hives.”
My stomach is a bundle of nerves and guilt as we arrive at Henry’s house. Somehow agreeing to let Beth stay with me meant that Margo was going to move in as well. We pulled up into the driveway.“I’m going to start packing,” Margo says excitedly as she gets out of the car and race
As Beth and Margo settle in, I’m trying my best not to get territorial. I can’t help feeling a little like they’ve taken over my apartment. Their things are everywhere and I do mean everywhere! When Margo started placing several ceramic cats around the living room, I had to go to the bathroom and scream into a towel.
Yet again, Zeke somehow short circuits my brain and we’re in my bed. The look of smug satisfaction on his face makes me roll my eyes. “Don’t look so smug,” I tell him as I sit up and look for my clothes.“Hey now,” Zeke says, grabbing my pajama pants and just as I do. “W
“So she didn’t disappear off the face of the planet then,” Michelle joins in. She stands next to Kristen.“Hey guys, how’s it going?” I notice the nasty looks they’re giving me. “What’s wrong?”
I feel the warm sun on my face. It should have been a nice feeling, but that mixed with how thirsty I am and I just feel like I’m baking. Turning my head from the sunlight, I slowly open my eyes. My brain is buzzing painfully as if it was full of angry fire ants. I stare at an unfamiliar wall. My thoughts are sluggish. I blink and open my eyes wide to wake myself up and focus. Something isn’t right. I don’t feel right.
I sit in the overstuffed chair, my knee bouncing with nervous excitement. It has been three days! Three horribly long days, but I now get the chance to talk to my family. I still have no idea if Beth and the others are making any progress on getting me out of here. Maybe after this meeting with my family, they won’t have to. I’m sure my parents will get me out of here once I explain what’s going on.