When it was Raining. I Remained Running.

Chapter Four

Hope you like it:) it is slow but kinda the base line.

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Chapter Four

                “Goooood Morning Seattle, Washington. It is a bright and sunny day with highs of 70’s and lows of 50’s tonight. There is also a huge thunderstorm rolling in around 12 a.m. tonight. So stay safe.  We have traffic jams all over, so give yourself plenty of time to get to wherever you are going. Up next is the world-wide famous singer Lady Gaga.

The dull overplayed music began to play out of my alarm clock. The music was good but played so much that nobody could stand to listen to it anymore. I decided that it was time to drag myself out of bed and get a nice relaxing warm shower. I always love getting showers in the morning; they had to be the highlight of that part of my day. They kept my mind of the bleak horrid day of school I had ahead of me. 

I pulled the sheets, enveloping me like a cocoon, off of me and onto the floor.  I stretched my back, feeling every muscle stretch and shot for joy. I trudge out of my room and into my bathroom.

I lived in a modest fancy house. Mom was a Neurosurgeon and Dad was a Lawyer. So of course we had the money but we would rather save our money and take family trips than spend it on worthless junk that are just materialistic.

At times the house seemed empty and alone. I was an only child with two overachieving parents who expected me to be just as overachieving and high powered as them when I was older. The only down-fall was the minor detail that I was adopted. I had been an adopted birth. But my real mom had died giving birth to me. It isn’t that weird though because mom was best friends with my real mom. So it is like having my real mom around because I am constantly being told all about her.

I loved both my parents to the core but at times I wasn’t sure I was being told the truth. Most times I rubbed it off as being paranoid.

Once I was out of the shower, my hair was finished, and my makeup carefully applied it was almost time for me to leave and head off for school. I headed down the stairs to the kitchen. Looking around trying to decide what I wanted to eat, I came up short and just decided on grabbing an apple.

“Laurel let’s go we are going to be late for school if you don’t get out here. I have football meeting before school. Come on slow bug. Keeps it moving…” He kept this constant badger on until I had actually climbed in the truck and put my safety belt on.

“You are such a worry nut. We are going to get there on time for your meeting and school.” I began to laugh and so did he.

“So why won’t you just let me walk to school like a normal person? It isn’t like I am going to be kidnapped by some rapist or something. I mean honestly if you have to go to a meeting in the mornings you can just tell me to walk. It won’t hurt my feelings. I mean you have been driving me every day since you got your license. One day won’t kill me you know.”

“LAUREL DO NOT EVER SUGGEST THAT EVER AGAIN. I WILL ALWAYS TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL. IS THAT CLEAR?” Geez someone’s light mood had suddenly turned dark and murderous. Had I hit a nerve? I mean what did I even say?

“ookkkaay.” I was a little scared and shocked. I didn’t know what to say. But the tension in the air suffocated me every mile to the school.  The mood remained the same and I couldn’t understand why he was so mad. Whatever I had said was not going to be rolling off his shoulders anytime soon.

When we got to the school I was a bit ruffled and mad at Gabriel. He had gotten mad at me for no reason and he was not the best friend I had known. Something was up with him. I had never seen him like this ever before. I jumped out of the truck furiously mad at him. I slammed the door and hustled into the school.

I felt something grab my arm and spin me around. We stood in front of each other with every breath we took the tension proceeded to get worse and I have no idea on how it could get any worse. Then he spoke;

“Laurel I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” I wanted to be mad at him but I couldn’t resist his face. It held sympathy and truth. But hidden behind his eyes laid a secret I knew I wouldn’t know. His hair was golden blond in his face was perfectly highlighted by the morning sun. His brown eyes were sparkling with secrets. His tone arms for on my shoulders reassuring me he was there and still him. How could I be mad at someone so carrying and incredibly handsome?

I caved under his hands. Smiling I melting into a hug with him, muffling a, “It’s ok Gabby.”

He pulled me away from him and looked at me mischievously.  “You are so going to pay for that La La.”

“Gabriel you so no I hate that name. Geez you are horrid.” I sulked by his side as we began to walk to the school together.

“We you know I hate Gabby. It ruins my rep at the school. I gotta keep that up, being the hot quarterback in all.”

“Wow you are so full of yourself you know that.” I loved him but he was so airheaded sometimes.

“You love me. I know you’re thinking it.” I just rolled my eyes.

“Ok yeah I do. What you going to do about it Mr. Big Shot Quarter Back? You are soo going to be late for that meeting you are having. That lets see started oh about 5 minutes ago.

“Come on I will walk you up to the library, and then I will get to my meeting. I mean I’m already late. What is the worse they can do to me? Bench me and put Roger in? Yeah right!

                We walked up the flights of stairs to the library. I came here ever morning of high school. If you needed me this was the place to look. I loved the smell of it and everything about it to the core of my being. When we reached the third story of the school it seemed a bit empty to be the morning of school. I was suspicious. Then Gabriel spinned me around so I was facing him. He looked at me with that same look of hidden guilt that was much more than I could comprehend. He then pulled me closer to him and engulfed me in a hug. The hug was not an ordinary hug but a hug that was rushed and needed. It didn’t fit with what he said next. Somehow this hug was a last hug goodbye. But it made no sense to me.

“I’m sorry. You are going to hate me so I’m saying it now. So you are forced to love me and forgive me.” What was he going on about? He was so crazy sometimes. He had way too many tackles and way too many footballs to the head.

“What are you…?” And then I saw it. He thrust opened the double glass doors to the library and I was engulfed by greetings of the one line I never wanted to ever hear. One thing was certain. Gabriel must die.

 “Happy Birthday Sixteenth birthday Laurel.”

                God I had tried to avoid that all morning.

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