The Cellar

The Cellar (11)

 Chapter 11

Summer’s POV

I finally calmed down and stopped crying, my throat was so dry it felt like I was swallowing sand. Rose and Poppy had cleaned up and were sitting on the sofa, Rose was knitting and Poppy was reading a book. I felt like screaming and pulling my hair out at the thought of spending another day in here.

Everything was too clean, the surfaces had been scrubbed making the room smell like lemon. There was absolutely no dust anywhere and everything was lined up neatly, the books and DVD’s arranged in alphabetical order and paintings on the walls were perfectly straight and symmetrical. If it wasn’t for this situation I would a room like this.

I sighed and grabbed a book from the bookshelf, not even bothering to look at what it was, I would have time to read them all anyway, Poppy said that once we’ve all read them he will get us new ones. He’s shopping today so hopefully he won’t be back for a while, I was anxious at the thought of new clothes because I know that whatever he picks I would have to wear. I was also scared at reading the newspaper he was getting, would I be in there? Would I see Lewis again? Would it be a recent picture of him looking upset? I hope it’s an old one when we were happy. I can picture his face perfectly in my head but I love being able to see him, like having a photo of him, I have hundreds on my phone but he took it.

All three bunches of flowers were pretty much dead now, I’d already picked a few petals off the counter and thrown them away. I was scared at how he was going to react again, I don’t know why he’s so upset when they die, it’s as if he’s scared, devastated and angry all at the same time, then he shouts, throws them at us and usually hits us.

I started reading the book but I couldn’t concentrate on anything, I just want to get out of here, I need to go home to my family and Lewis. I quickly pushed away all thoughts of my family; I couldn’t think about them, the only person I allowed myself to think of was Lewis. Picturing my mum’s heartbroken face would be too much. Reading was impossible so let my mind wonder to Lewis again.

“Happy Birthday baby!” I shouted excitedly as I bounced on his bed. He groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. He really isn’t a morning person at all! “Come on it’s your eighteenth! What do you want to do to celebrate?”

“I wanna sleep!” he moaned, his voice was muffled by the pillows. I sighed and pushed him over, sitting on his lap. “Hmm I like this idea too!” He finally sounding a bit more awake and looking at me hopefully, running his hands up my legs.

“I’ll bet you do,” I said sarcastically. “Your mum’s made breakfast so you need to get up.” I crashed my lips to his, kissing him hard. I was about to pull away but he tightened his arms around me and rolled over so he was on top. I pushed his cheat and he groaned as he pushed himself up a little. “Do you want your presents now?”

“I love you Summer,” he said, looking deep into my eyes and completely ignoring my question. My heart felt like it was trying to burst out of my chest.

“I love you too, birthday boy!” He chuckled and got off the bed pulling me up with him. My eyes shot to his toned chest and I groaned internally, wishing I hadn’t made him get up for breakfast.

“Like baby?” he asked with a huge smirk plastered on his gorgeous face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a t-shirt out of his wardrobe and threw it at him. He chuckled and put it on, we walked out of his room and he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder making me scream.

“Lewis!” He laughed and tickled the inside of my leg making me wriggle around and scream. He threw me down on the sofa and kissed the top of my head. He looked around and saw all the balloons and birthday banners.