As soon as I had walked a few steps outside my house the terror of what I was doing hit me.I was literally going to walk in a place where everybody hated me, what was wrong with me?
I ignored the thought and proceeded towards Jeremy's house. It surprised me that I still knew where he lived, I had seen him walking down Albary road, his neighborhood, countless times last year, I once even caught him in an intimate moment with what I guessed was his girlfriend as I walked home from a late revision session at the coffee shop. Hopefully, he hadn't moved somewhere else.
A thought occurred to me then, what was the likelyhood of Hamlin actually being there? I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Luke's number. As the phone rang I hoped that he was going to pick up.
After the eighth ring, a voice answered.
'Get to bed, we'll play tomorrow, I said GO TO BED- hello? Park?' Luke was probably ''wrestling'' with Alisha to get her to bed.
'Hey Luke, Is Jake there?' I asked getting straight to the point.
'He is, why?'
'Could you pass the phone to him..I uhm- would like to ask him something' I said from the top of my head. Luke stayed quiet for a few seconds. I could picture him wondering why I would want to speak to his son who hated me so much.
'Sure' he finally said. I heard a rustling voice and Luke distant voice calling Jake.
'Whad up?' Jake's deep voice greeted.
'Jake I -' I started.
'Oh, it's you' I could almost see him rolling his eyes as he muttered those words.
'Yes it's me, is Hamlin home?' I asked him.
'Why don't you ask her?'
'Can you cooperate please? It's urgent' I cursed under my breath for saying those last words.
'What happened to her?'
I ursed again ' Nothing, is she home?
'No, why is this urgent?' I could hear his concerned tone.
'Hamlin went to Jeremy's party and-'
'She did what? Oh great' he said more to clear himself. 'I'll get there as soon as I can' he hung up.
That was not as bad as I imagined, I thought. I placed my phone back in my pocket and proceeded towards the party, wondering why a party animal like Jake was that concerned about his sister being at a party.
Five minutes into my walk to Jeremy's I realised how hard it is to recognise the neighboring houses at night. Thankfully as I came to the end of the street I saw a group of teenagers entering a house and assumed that that was the place.
I trailed behind the group as they made their way in, one of the guys was holding an Asda shopping bag and another one carried a box of beers.
'We're back with some more drinks and food' the guy holding the Asda bag shouted as someone opened the door. It was Aaron.
As soon as I noticed him I slipped my hoodie over my head. Hopefully, he wasn't going to recognize me. I waited as each of the guys entered the house, Aaron greeted them with pats on the back and a mischevious smile.
I walked inside the room and Aaron patted my back too.
'Get as drunk as you wish but don't touch the weed' he smirked closing the door behind me. I wondered what he would have said if he did recognize me.
YOU ARE READING
A thousand nights
Teen FictionGrief. The proof of the unseen layer of human in you. When you get too deep with the cuts it spills over and all that remains is blood and a mess. The simple proof that you are alive. These are the thoughts of Parker Mitchell as he reflects on life...