Sharp Practice

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Doom and Gloom

The guy sighed. "Okay, put her in the guest room and I'll call Shawn back over and ask him to watch her when she wakes up."

"Why don't you put Yuri in the guest room and I'll call Shawn?" Kris stepped closer to me.

The brunette looked from Kris to me and rolled his good eye. "Kris, I'm not going to eat her, I'm just going to sit her in the living room like John asked me. Besides John told me to tell you he wanted to speak to you when you guys got here, so you need to go upstairs anyway."

Kris frowned, "Did he tell you what he wanted to talk about?"

The guy shrugged.

Kris sighed and looked at me. Just go with Forrest and I'll be back as soon as I can.

I frowned and wanted to protest but I knew there would be no point so I nodded. Kris bent down and scooped up Yuri before he rounded the corner and disappeared. I stared at Forrest with a scowl and crossed arms as he stared back with a look of disinterest.

"So where is John anyway?" I asked practically spitting his name.

"He's busy right now," Forrest said as he turned his back to me. He started to walk away and a defiant part of me wanted to stay where I was but Kris had asked me to go with him so I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other.

Forrest led me into a living room about the size of my own with pale yellow walls that's windows sat along the opposite wall to the doorway and cream tile floor with a gray rug laid in the middle of the floor. A dark red couch rested against the left wall with throw pillows that matched the color of the carpet on the floor and a matching love seat sat adjacent to it. Forrest sat down on the couch so I sat silently with my arms crossed on the loveseat as far away from him as I could managed and surveyed the room.

A large flat screen TV sat on a big black entertainment center near the wall in front of the couches with all kinds of gaming systems, wires, and movie cases behind the glass panels. A wood carving of a wagon and cattle going up a mountain side hung on one of the walls to the right of the entry way along with smaller paintings of flowers and all kinds of photos on the wall. I instantly picked out a few with Kris in them along with Yuri and who I could assume was were her parents. There was also a picture of a younger John smiling with a woman who looked exactly like my mother only with deeper red hair and brown eyes.

I looked at Forrest with the intent on asking him about the photo but he tapped furiously on his phone and ignored my existence. I assumed he was texting Shawn who I guessed was the other brunette boy to come back and take care of Yuri as he said he would. I tried to listen out for my parent's or Kris' thoughts and got nothing but the sound of static in return. I sighed and I leaned back to stare at the ceiling in defeat. Half an hour went by with no word from Kris or John or any attempt at conversation from Forrest. I discovered I had lost my cellphone somewhere in all the teleporting I had done and didn’t have that to keep me occupied. I was on the verge of sleep when the doorbell ranged.

Forrest got up without so much as a 'Stay put' and went to go answer the door. Thirty seconds later him and as I assumed the other brunette boy, Shawn, walked into the living room. He looked younger than I had expected him too, almost younger than me. He looked about five eleven and had a soft jaw and smooth face with no facial hair whatsoever, almost pale skin that had little bronze to it, baby blue eyes that peeked at me from behind thick framed glasses which he now wore, and light brown hair was styled in soft curls on the top of his head. In the light I could see he had taken significantly less damaged than both Kris and Forrest, the only indication he had even been in a fight was the slight bruise on his jaw.

"Hi," he said as he walked over to me with his hand extended, "I'm Shawn."

I took it and smiled politely, "Ginger."