Chapter 2: Odd Things Start Happening (Skylar)

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“Well…you look like hell. I take it you slept horribly?” Alex teased before stuffing a fork full of waffles into his mouth.

“Shut up.”

I rubbed my eyes as I tried to remember the last time I woke up this dazed and still begging for sleep.

The Benadryl hadn’t done shit; I had awakened and checked the window at least six times last night only to find in closed from the inside with the curtains exactly where I left them.

You can imagine how that made me feel; absolutely crazy.

I have never felt like such an irrational, freaking lunatic in my entire existence.

Aunt Ebony smiled at me, “Sorry, I’m not much of a cook; it’s just waffles from the toaster and defrosted bacon. Hope you don’t mind.”

I grinned back at her, “Not at all. I love waffles and defrosted bacon.”

Truth was I just liked the idea of someone making me breakfast.

Mom always used to make me breakfast.

I missed her a lot. More than a daughter probably should miss her mother, but oh well, what can I say? I missed everything about her. I missed her voice, the way she smelt of maple syrup from her day job at the Diner, how she was always making me feel like everything was going to be okay even when it wasn’t, her big blue eyes and how they would always light up when she laughed, which in my opinion was the happiest, most pure laugh I’ve ever heard in entire life.

I wish I could laugh like that.

“Did you have a lot of trouble sleeping?” Ebony asked her dark eyes large with concern.

“No, not at all. I’m just not used to the bed.” I replied as I began to cut into my blueberry waffles.

“Well you’ll get over that eventually. I remember one time when I was around your age, maybe a year or two older; I stayed at this hotel in Paris. It was breathtaking, absolutely beautiful, crystal chandeliers all over the place, and some of the finest rugs and carpets I’ve ever seen in my life- to this day in fact. My room was gorgeous, and my bed was huge, and plush, but I couldn’t sleep a single night there, or at least not by myself.” She laughed and gave me a wink.

Aunt Ebony almost reminded me of an old fashioned movie star. Right down to the fact she was basically a professional man-eater. She told a lot of stories, all about sex, love, marriage, and her glamorous lifestyle. You could tell she loved to talk about herself too.  I mean she was always talking about herself and the wondrous things she did in her youth.

Although it was a bit annoying at times, it was also really…intriguing. Like she was this Marilyn Monroe or Liz Taylor like character who had had lived this interesting life traveling the world and shattering the hearts of men under the soles of her 6 inch heels.

“Um…what’s up with that house across the street?” Alex asked while shoveling his food around his plate.

The house.  I saw a girl there. Maybe…maybe he’d seen her too. Maybe that’s why he was asking. A million and three different possibilities began to swim through my brain.

That’s probably is why I jumped so high up in my chair when I heard the clatter of my fork against the hard, cool, tile.

I think I might’ve dropped it because my hand was shaking so hard, but I’m not entirely sure. Whatever it was, the sound of my fork hitting the floor bounced me back to reality from my dreadful bewilderment.

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