Forbidden

Chapter 5

As soon as I read the message I could already imagine my funeral.

If I Die young by The Band Perry would be playing in the background as family and friends clothed in black would come up to my casket for their final goodbyes. My Mother, Skylar, and very doubtful, my Father would write speeches and read them at the podium next to me. Where's my brother you ask?

Jail.

And where's Connor?

In a casket for the ceremony in the next room at the funeral home.

I could hear my conscious on my shoulder, "DEAD GIRL WALKING," I pretended to flick her off of my shoulder. I didn't bother to look at the texts or listen to the message, I already knew what they contained.

I pulled the key out of the clutch and unlocked the door. Here we go, I thought. I pushed it open...

No one was home.

I had expected to see Mom or Blake waiting for me, sitting on the couch or pacing back and forth. Wondering where I was and why I hadn't returned any calls.

"Hello? Anybody home?" I yelled. No one answered. I walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the table.

Went out for breakfast, there's leftover rainbow waffles that Blake made from yesterday. I suspect you went to Claudia's? Blake wants you to call him. Xoxo, Mom.

I guess I could say I went to Claudia's to spend the night, but why was Blake freaking out? Maybe he saw me before I left? I guess I should call him back. I'd rather be yelled to over the phone than in person. Plus, I could put the phone down and he wouldn't know.

I took out my phone and dialed his number.

He answered on the first ring. "What the hell took you so long?" He yelled through the phone.

I decided to use the lie Mom had pretty much set up for me. "Sorry, I spent the night at Claudia's and then she drove me back. I just got home." I opened the fridge to get an apple, I wasn't in the mood for waffles.

"Fine." I was relieved he believed me. But what was all this about? He continued. "One question. Why do you happen to have Cameron's volleyball hoodie?"

I dropped the apple on the ground before I could take a bite.

"Wh, wh, what are you talking about?" I stammered. I knew I should've hid the hoodie! Blake was probably jumping to conclusions but I understood why.

He probably was thinking Cameron and I were getting back together, which we aren't.

He was just being an overprotective brother as usual.

"You know what I'm talking about. You have that cheaters hoodie. And it says it's from this years team so don't say it's from when you were dating."

"You're overreacting."

"Are you getting back with him? Be honest."

"Oh my God, no I'm not!"

"Than why do you have his sweater?"

"Goodbye Blake." I hung up before he could say anything else.

I kneeled down to pick up my, now horribly bruised, apple. No chance in that being good anymore, so I walked over to the trash. Just as I was about to throw the apple away, my phone started ringing.

"What now!" I screamed and slammed the apple back on to the floor. I walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"Blake what do you want now!"