On Camera.

Chapter Seventeen: Splash.

4:56 AM

{Effy}

Halfway to the nearest hospital, Sketch came to, mumbling half heartedliy about cheese covered fries. After a quick inspection and never ending game of 21 questions, we all decided it was best if we kept this out of the eyes and ears of the public.

Eden and Anwen agreed to look after Sketch until he was fully alert and functional again, so Jack dropped the rest of us off at our houses.

I crept in through my back door, holding my boots by the laces. The kitchen light was on, and I could hear my mother clanging about.

"Effy, darling? Is that you?" Her airy voice floated through the narrow hallway between the staircase and the kitchen. I flinched and power walked up the stairs.

There's no way she could see my blood stained dress and not have me dragged off to an asylum.

"Yeah, mum. I'll be back down in a second." I hurried up to my room and tossed the soiled dress underneath my bed. Pulling on the nearest set of pajamas, I rushed to make myself look somewhat presentable.

I took the steps back downstairs by two's and landed at the base with a thunk. My mum was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of her signature dandelion tea in a large mug that she had made in her pottery class a few weeks ago.

Her organically dyed hair was tied up in a neon elastic band, a sunflower was settled behind her ear, and her petite frame was concealed by yoga gear. 

"Hello, dear." She sipped, flipping through a fitness magazine. "I was just getting ready to do my sunrise yoga. Would you like to join me?" 

I crossed the room and threw the refridgerator door open. All of my usual deliciously unhealthy snacks had been replaced with all things organic and vegan. After my parents got a divorce, my mum tuned in with her inner self, painted our kitchen yellow, and turned our house into hippy nation.

I settled on a suspicious looking muffin and plopped down in the seat across from my her.

"No, thanks. I'm just going to eat this and probably go to sleep."

Her tight, golden curls bounced around her head as she nodded.

"Suit yourself." She pushed away from the table and placed her cup in the sink. I'll be out back if you need me." 

She was halfway out of the kitchen when she back-pedaled.

"Oh, there was a package for you in the mailbox. I left it on the table by the front door."

{Sketch}

10:45 AM

I groaned inwardly as I rolled over. The incessant throb in my head that had started as soon as I had woken up in the limo had been causing me discomfort for the past eight hours.

Beside me, I could hear my sister tapping away on her iPad. I opened one eye and saw a porcelain plate with a rather delicious lookng breakfast settled on it. Eden had obviously chosen to spoil me today.

"Morning, sunshine." She peeked over her screen for a few seconds and then turned away again. Stretching my arms out to the sides, my right hand came in contact with something soft. Pulling back the duvet a bit, I saw a snoring Anwen cuddled into my sheets.

My face flushed as I turned back to look at my sister. She was smirking down at the tablet in her hand, fully aware of what I was startled about.

"Don't worry, Sketchy. Nothing happened. She just fell asleep." I collapsed back into my mattress, slightly disappointed.