CHAPTER 7: THE VOICE BEYOND THE WALL
A blank stare was all I gave the mousy-haired delivery girl in front of me. Not only was I slightly angered, but cold now, too, because a swift wind pranced around the entrance of our house.
“I thought I said that two of the three frozen yogurts would be red velvet. Why is one of them pecan-flavoured?” I asked with a sickly sweet smile. The girl’s teeth started chattering, but probably not from the weather. My questioning look couldn’t have been more peeved.
“I’m really sorry, Miss. It must have gotten mixed up with someone else’s order...” she trailed off, and her eyes skittered all over the street, probably looking for a quick escape. I didn’t blame her.
Grasping my twenty dollar bill tightly, I shoved it in her direction and mumbled something about not worrying about change.
“Thanks, Miss! Really sorry about the mix-up... Well, alright then, have a good one!” she exclaimed and tried to poke her head in the door as I slowly shut it with a longing goodbye.
The frozen yogurts were chilly against my fingertips, so to keep them as warm as they could be next to a container of ice, really, I drummed them quickly and felt so much more relieved that I had food therapy. I allowed myself to pig out on sweets only once in a while, and tonight I’d have someone to pig out with, my-
“Mom! Hurry up downstairs, the movie’s almost starting! I’ll eat your red velvet!” I yelled from the couch I was snuggled up on. There was something missing though, about the warmth it was supposed to provide; the fact it didn’t at all, and it felt very, very cold and empty.
I closed my eyes gently as a creamy spoon of the dessert swished around my mouth. It was pure bliss, so good I wanted to scream, sort of like someone upstairs...
“Wait,” I whispered to myself, my eyes snapping open and trailing to the top of the stairs. Yes, I could hear it, a faint bicker constantly playing out. Maybe my brother was playing online video games with his friends and was hollering at his loss?
I placed the two of the frozen yogurts on the coffee table, held the one I was feasting on in my hands, and left the dark room to scamper up the stairs.
Now the lone argument was getting louder. Strangely enough, once I’d made it to the top, it sounded like a female voice. Mom was most definitely scolding Adrian for staying up late.
Making sure he was in his room, I tip-toed to it, and opened the door, which creaked creepily, only to find the lights turned off, and a bundle of sheets rolled up in a ball. Adrian was breathing heavily under the covers.
“You asleep, kiddo?” I asked, and after I thought I saw a small twitching movement, which I concluded was a nod, I turned around to leave the room.
In the smallest voice, my little brother mustered, “Go to your room. Don’t bother Mom and Dad.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. Then I shut the door and tried hard not to stumble in hallway.
Dad was home? This was a rarity. He was always either working at the hospital, or crashing at his parents’ house since he’d liked to state it was too late to return. My grandparents always welcomed him though, but urged him to come home, which he did once or twice a week. But never at night. I shoved all thoughts out of my head and knew, in my heart, there was a good reason he was here.
Which is exactly why I was not expecting the sudden screams from the study room.
My face heated up and my mind was in overdrive, listening intently to the conversation, while trying to inch closer to the door going by unnoticed.
The light was turned off in the corridor, so my fingers flew around in the air before coming in contact with what I thought to be the wall. Slow steps followed afterwards, until I was so close to the entrance of the study room I could already make out many words.
“It’s not just about me; it’s about the kids, Peter! Think about it! How often do you sit down and have a conversation with any of us?” my mother yelped, most likely at my father.
Tears stung my eyes, but only for one reason; I knew that he never did sit down and listen. Not recently at all.
|Mila Kunis||as Mia Byers|
|Audrina Patridge||as Audrey Spring|
|Amanda Seyfried||as Stella Odell|
|Ed Speleers||as Cody Zehr|
|Drew Roy||as Ethan Rayes|
|Kelly Blatz||as Alec Heyman|
|Trevor Jackson||as Jamal Jones|