The End of Summer

Chapter 41- 'My house is more lit up than 4/20.'

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Archie's hands went up to shield himself, screaming at me to stop. He was ducking as I continued to hit him with the pillow, calling him every name that my mind could come up with at that moment.

"Summer stop hitting me!" He ordered, managing to wrap his hands around my arms to stop the pillow hitting him once again.

"You stupid asshole!" I screamed at him, so much anger raising in my body it was amazing.

"Calm down! What the hell is your problem?!" He asked, looking at me like I was crazy. He then began struggling to keep my arms on lock once I began to fight against him, wanting to smash him in the face again with the pillow. Or a brick.

"You do not sneak into someone's room, especially not when less than a week earlier they had been in a real life version of f*cking Saw!" I was shouting so loud, and since there was no knocking on my door I came to the conclusion that my parents still were not home. My mother would have probably been kicking that door down by this point.

He closed his eyes, the look of guilt and realisation finally appearing on his expression. My chest was still rising up and down frantically, and I don't know if it was from the scare he gave me or from fury.

He slowly let go of my arms, looking at me closely to make sure I didn't make a swing for him again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think..." He apologised, running a hand over his face as he realised what an idiot he was for doing that. His hand then began to rub one of his cheeks as a pained expression came over him "Seriously though, you have some upper body strength. I never knew a pillow could hurt so much."

"It should have been filled with bars of soap!" I growled at him, throwing the pillow back on my bed. I turned my back to him, sitting down in the middle of my bed and crossing my legs. I ran a hand through my hair, taking in a few deep breaths. Surely by now I would have calmed down?

I was struggling to breathe at that moment, and that time I knew it was not from anger. Jesus Christ, I really was scared.

"So you thought a crazy killer was crawling through your window and you decide to start a pillow fight with him?" Archie asked, a smile in his voice. I however, found nothing funny.

I planted my glare on him "You scared the life out of me. Who does that? After everything that happened it didn't cross your mind to give me a heads up that you were about to break into my house and scare the living crap out of me?!"

I saw his face fall slightly as he took in the tone of my voice, and it finally dawned on him that I really was not taking this as a joke.

"Jesus you're really freaked out aren't you?" He asked, and this time he did sound like he felt kind of bad.

"And the award for the most obvious statement ever said goes to Archie Henderson. Step up and claim your prize, you f*cking helmet!" I bellowed at him before I pointed my hands in his direction as I carried on letting off some of the anger I felt "I mean seriously, it isn't enough that I am in this house on my own but you decide to try your hand at breaking and entering now of all times. I have a front door with a bell, and normal people ring it. Actually, in this day and age that we live in there are these things called mobile phones. You text people to say 'Oh by the way, I'm about to crawl through your window in the eerie night like some demon child intent on making sure you never sleep soundly again!' My electricity bill is already through the roof because my house is more lit up than 4/20, but thank you for making sure my lights aren't getting switched off any time soon you fu-"