EMILY'S POV
Since yesterday, I've been thinking and thinking all over again. Can't tell if I did wrong by just going off.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I roll the wheelchair towards the toilet.
“Where are you going?” I hear Terry's voice and turn my head.
Wondering when he got in, “You startled me. How and when did you get in? I didn't even notice.” I reply, turning the wheelchair so I can face him.
“You can't answer me with a question. Give me a response first.” Terry demands as he approaches the bed side.
“Want to wash my face. Woke up not long after a nap. Still feeling a bit weird.”
“Okay.” he didn't say anything else.
He looks exhausted. Even his shirt looks sweaty.
“Did you walk back home?” I ask curiously, heading to the toilet. He can still hear me though.
“No, I didn't.” I hear him say while washing my hands and face.
Coming out, I move to the bed and sit not far from bro.
“You don't look too good. What's wrong?” I ask, seeing the way he frowns. “Did you get involved in a fight?” I ask.
“Today’s school was just too stressful. You needed to see how I kept running from one class room to another. Break too was… what should I call it.” Terry pauses, trying to think of a perfect word for it, I guess. “Yeah, it was terrible. Someone accidentally threw my food away. Had to clean up too. PpI wished I had stayed home instead.” He adds with a sigh.
I am trying not to laugh but only managed to smile. I move a bit closer and brush my hand through his hair.
“Let's say you missed today, won't it be an extra stress trying to copy notes and overthinking of the practicals missed.” After saying that, he turns to face me and shakes his head.
“You don't understand.” He says and lays flat on the bed, facing the ceiling and slowly, he closes his eyes. “I will just sleep here. Do well to enjoy my sweaty scent.” He muttered, followed by a wild smile.
Haha…
I attempt to carry my phone when I remember yesterday. Since the weird chat ended so far, I'm yet to turn it on. What if I turn it on to get a message from Taylor. Yesterday, he was the one showing the most interest.
I look at Terry, I'm sure he isn't sleeping yet. No way he would fall asleep so fast.
“Bro, what did they think? You know, about yesterday's stuff.”
Only his mouth is moving. His eyes are shut, “Don't worry about that. Told them it's my room and you only came for a visit. That you left this morning.” He answers in a sleepy tune.
That's okay, I think.
“Stop overthinking it. “You should at least turn on your phone. People are not that scary, you know. I texted and called a lot today. You refused to turn on your phone. I've asked them to remove you from the group too.” He adds and sighs.
I relax back on the pillow, slowly. I don't even know what to do or think anymore. It's all frustrating.
Am I doing the right thing?
Only if I am born different, maybe, just maybe, I won't have a reason to hide. Or am I just giving excuses?
“Do you think one day, I will be able to...” I didn't finish my sentence when the door fling open and the person there made my eyes widen in shock.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh..... ” I scream out like I'd just seen a ghost. Terry jumps out of bed. He follows my gaze as we three had the same expression.
“Taylor!” Terry calls out the name that immediately made my heart stop beating. He too couldn't believe his eyes.
He rushes towards the door and shuts it.
I placed a hand on my chest as my heart was pounding fast. I could literally die from this shock.
What the hell just happened?
Ahhhhh.... No. This can't be true. I must be dreaming.
I pinch myself and blink twice.
If I still didn't perceive Terry's sweat scent, then I would believe it's all a dream.
I want the ground to swallow me up. My greatest fear. Do I ask God why?
Tears rolling down my eyes.
Is there a word for having butterflies in my tummy, feeling nervous, angry and ashamed?
I don't know what they might be discussing but how did he find me?
“It can't be!” I mumble, shaking my head continuously.
Reaching out to my phone, I press the power button to confirm. And truly, I'm yet to turn it on. There is no way he would have tracked me with my location. That's not possible right?
Putting enough bedsheets in my mouth, I start screaming. Making it sound like I'm humming.
AUTHORESS NOTE:
Next chapter will be whose POV?
I'm eager to know what will happen next.
Thanks for reading.🫰
