Surviving the McLane Boys ('On Hold Still...')

Chapter 12- Meet the Hayze Family

Chapter 12

I groan as I stumble out of Finn’s room, still half asleep, while the 10 year old exclaims and demands to know why I was in his bed.

I really need some coffee... I think groggily as I wipe my hand down my face.

I make a stop in my room, grab Linc’s jacket and zip myself into it. The bruises that Trent left on my arms have faded out and I can finally stop wearing the stifling long sleeve tops in the summer heat that seems to be advancing on us like... a tidal wave... or something... I’m way too tired to think of a simile.

I trudge down the stairs and... trip over Sam’s fire truck. “Gaaaah!” I fall flat on my face.

I can’t get up... I’m so tired...

I lie there for who knows how long.

“Hailey? Get up, it’s 7:45.” Wes nudges me with his foot and I groan into the floor.

He walks away and into the kitchen. I doze off...

“Hailey?”

I don’t answer him.

“Seriously get up, you’re going to be late and I don’t want you taking it out on me.”

I mumble something incoherent into the floor and he walks back into the kitchen. I doze off again...

‘Whoosh.’ I jolt awake as water is thrown over my head. I look around blearily for a second and then sink my head back down to the ground. I’m that tired.

“What the hell? Get up! As if you go back to sleep after having a bucket of water thrown over you!” Wes tugs at my arms, trying to haul me up, and I make my body go limp, “I’m a mermaid.” I mutter.

“Like hell you are!” he shouts, “Get up! Or I’ll introduce you to the hose!”

“No.” I curl myself up into a ball.

“GET. UP.”

“No.”

“Hailey, so help me!” he stomps away and I settle back down in my puddle of water.

5 minutes later Wes nudges me again, “What now?” I grumble.

“Drink this.” He shoves a delicious smelling cup of liquid under my nose.

This grabs my attention, I open one eye slightly, peering at it, “What is it?”

“It’s a magical drink which will turn you back into a human,” he says sarcastically, “It’s called co-fee!”

I sit up slowly and take the cup from him.

-------------------------------------------------- 3 Magic Drinks Later--------------------------------------------------------

“MFGEROUGFM” I shout with my mouth full of toast as I run around the house, trying to collect my things.

“Your book’s are by the door Sweetpea,” Claire says, calmly eating her cereal.

“MGDFJHSIDUSHDJKSHD!”

“You left your keys on the book shelf.”

“MHDFHJFHD!”

“Your wallets on your left. By the TV.”

“MFDHGHSDHDGS.”

“Your other left.”

“MJFHHDFHDJ?”

“No, sorry I haven’t seen your phone.”

“I told you to get up.” Wes shoots over his shoulder as he heads out the door.