The Forbidden Stage

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

He cut me off with a kiss.

I heard foot steps run by. Then there was silence.

Thomas continued to kiss me. I groaned. I put my hands on his chest. He grabbed them and put them above my head.

I think he was trying to calm me down. He was right, I've been a real bitch. It's just that I've been having mood swings lately.

Thomas pulled away from me and he tried to catch his breath.

"Feel better?" He asked.

I simply nodded.

"Good, then let's go,"

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the alley.

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I stared at Thomas as he slept beside me.

I sighed. After we came home he hadn't said a word to me.

I felt lonely. I was starting to get teary.

A sob escaped my moth and in my mind I'm like why the fuck am I crying? Have I finally lost it?

Thomas sat up. "Why are you crying?"

"What?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

I shook my head.

"If you shed one more tear I'll carry you to an asylum,"

I cracked a smiled.

The next morning, Thomas woke up and made us some breakfast. Coming downstairs, the aroma made me sick.

I ran back to the room and puked my guts out. Though Thomas didn't know that.

I washed my hands and went to lay down.

Thomas entered the room with eggs and bacon.

It took all my will power not to puke again.

"What did the landlord say?"

" I told him that you felt ill so I used some of the money to take you to the doctor. He said he didn't care as long as he got money from us."

"You should really stop lying to people." I told him.

I played with the bacon in my plate.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"Not hungry."

"You? Not hungry? I never knew I'd hear those two words from you."

"Yeah well-" I could hold it in any more.

I pushed the plate off me and ran to the bathroom.

God, I thought. What's left in my stomach? I haven't eaten anything.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. My once bright colour green eyes we're now dull. My face was pale and my hair was sticking out in many directions.

"Are you alright?" Thomas asked. Worry was etched all over his face.

"Yeah. Can I have a glass of water?"

He nodded and exited the bathroom. Minutes later, he came back with the water.

"This is all your fault. " I told him.

"What..?"

"Don't you know that when you say something it comes true?"

"No?"

"I read a book once. The girl lied to her mom and said she had a headache and that day she got a killer one." I said.

He shook his head. "Can you believe that 2 weeks is over. "

"But I don't want to go back to work!" I whined. I grew lazy over the vacation and don't plan on working again. This is what I hate about vacations.

"Well you have to," Thomas said.

"Tell Mr. Maxus I quit."

"Not gonna happen. "

"Of course not. I wouldn't leave all the pressure on you." I say to him.

"Aww, thanks sister,"

"Yeah..no problem" I said quietly.

After all that we've been through, he still saw me as his sister? What a dick.

Not that he should. We've fucked two times, and now I think I'm falling for my own blood related brother.

This is not good.