Freak!;18

Freak! Chapter 18~

My mom’s black cell phone rung vibrating in her pants pocket. She pulled it out and flicked it open in one graceful move. Teeler was graceful, my mom was graceful. And im the one running into walls or tripping up stairs. I mumbled, "Between answering phone calls and selling houses? Yeah right." My mom stood pushing her chair back. I stared up at he, my fork gripped tightly in my hand. She kissed the top of my head. "Sorry sweetie but I have to go, big new housing authority trying to-." She was cut off by the person on the phone. "Lou! Hold on Im coming!" I heard the jingle ofher keys, the rev of the engine and she was gone. I stared at the celing scoping out tiny patterns. Angrily I got up deciding not to sit there and just let her ruin my night.

My fingers flowed effortlessly over the white and black keys. Notes drifted through the open windows and into the fields of Ohio. I played with my eyes closed. Envisioning that I was back home. Where there was no Teeler, no gang, no real-estate to be sold. It was night now. Only a few crickets chipped almost sorrowfully. Bandit’s black figured stood out agaisnt the dark blue sky. My grandmum taught me.

I rembered her wrinkled soft hands, and the aroma of her ponds cold creme. We would sit in her small living room where the oak piano took up most of the space. We’d spend hours wasting away the summer teaching me how to play. And now I played like I was born with a pianists’ fingers. When really they weren’t. I could just imagine my gram sitting beside me her hands beside mine, gently pounding out the notes to a simple Bach peice they way her grey hair fell in her face and the simple print of her flower dress was always burned into my mind.

The memory slowly faded away into the stars. I continued playing though. Pulling the memory back so it became almost reality. The smell was there, the feel of the keyboard, the breeze that would waft through the white lace curtains. Grandmum was there too. Her aged face smiling down at me.

"You play beautifully." The husky voice broke my connection. I opened my eyes to find myself in my own darkened living room, and to see Seth standing in my doorway. I watched as the breeze played with his brown locks, catching my breath.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, pulling my hands away from the keyboard.

"Well I was watching you play. But I came to talk about what happened earlier." He walked foreward and sat beside me on the bench.

"What’s there to talk about?" I asked shifting away from him. "That you’re absolutely right about Tyler and the latches." Seth said. I straddled the bench to stare at him. He did the same. "Teeler already told me." I informed him, "I know that but I thought you’d might want to hear it from me."

I shrugged looking away at the bear who looked like he was ready to attack. "It really doesn’t matter, what I don’t understand is how you can know this and be okay with it. I just don’t understand." I shook my head and looked at him. I tried hard to count his freckles, failing aimlessly.

"It’s what I chose. Kaleigh you must understand, the ground that I stand on when im at home isnt stable. When im with KS I have stable ground to stand on." He looked away tight lipped.

"What happens at home?" I proded, I knew he lived with his dad. But he seldomly spoke of his life at home. The paleness that the moonlight cast on his skin was riveting. I looked down at my own pale arms. They were the same shade.

"Its just my dad he drinks a lot." He mumbled looking downwards. He tugged his black sleeve down awkwardly. I yanked on his arm. I bruise crawled from his wrist to his elbow. He growled snapping his arm back.

"Drunk enough to hit you!" I shouted I pushed my self up from the leather seat. "And you let him do this? Kick his ass!" My mind was reeling. How could anybody hit thery’re own?

"Kaylee, please its not like that. I can’t fight him, not with his drunken rage, theres no way!" Seth jumped from the seat and tugged me into him. "I can’t do anything...not until im eighteen." And suddenly I understood why the Kings of Shadows meant so much to him. It was home. The gang was his family;he was protected. I inhaled his scent as he tightend his grip around me his head buried in my neck. I felt his warm breath glide downwards.

"Seth..." I choked out. "Don’t leave me." He whispered agaisnt my neck. The movement of his velvet lips against my neck sent jolts through me. "I won’t." I promised.

{No this inst who gets hurt. :] }