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Chapter 14
One very important piece of advice! Do not, under any circumstances, cry yourself to sleep. My little emotional outburst last night had some negative points.
Point one, tired and not fully rest
Point two, puffy, red eyes
Point three, couldn’t sleep well, toss and turned around in bed...bad hair
And now some guy I have only met once is going to pick me up at the park to go to Mr. Dion’s house! Ok, this guy is Jacques brother, who I’ve only met a few weeks ago…but he knew Juliet so it isn’t that bad…but I only know her for around five\six weeks as well.
I’m very naïve…
Still, I like my hair neat! So that morning World War 3 began as my hairbrush tackled my dark tangled hair.
It took a good half an hour to get each one out. I tied it up in a braid to overcome it from getting to messed up. I got dress in a pair of faded jeans and some random black top with a strawberry frosted cupcake printed on it.
I ate something, said goodbye to my mom and out the door I went!
Not that I’m happy to be out of the house! I mean, there’s just so many stuff one can to on a Saturday (non of them involves getting a blood test).
I took my time walking to the park. It wasn’t my favourite place in the world anymore since it’s only use was meeting people (no names will be named), then these unknown people would either tell me I’m adopted, possible and orphan or drive me to some weirdo’s home were a sample of my precious blood will be taken.
Ps. Weirdo has fancy and gorgeous home.
So there you have it! Very reasonable explanations why I dislike the park!
I sighed and walked slowly pass the bakery, which was a block away from the park. I stopped and stared into the window. Why not have a nice look at random breads and cakes?
My green eyes examined each and every pastry, bun, cake, cookie, bread and pie in front of me. I’ll do absolutely anything to extend the walk, anything!
Even if it’s to look at the most creative wedding cake.
Strange enough, the cake did look interesting. It was possibly a chocolate cake covered all over with white icing. It had three layers like a wedding cake, each platform covered with multi coloured roses. Then there was white icing sprinkled all over it like snow.
Someone’s going to get fat…that sounded offensive…
I still can’t imagine that I could actually entertain myself with the cake. I probable took 8 whole minutes counting all the roses and how many colours there were.
Then I walked onwards again. Every step felt like it was being forced with all my energy. I didn’t want to go back to that house. It was so old looking with a man that creeps me out. Ok, I did like all the technical stuff, like the flat screen TV, stereo etc.
I sighed again and looked around.
Yep, I was going to read some minds. I have a need for it every now and then.
I found a target. Some old lady carrying groceries. She looked very jolly for someone who was positively over 100 carrying three bags of groceries…
Women power!!!!!!
Anyway, I stood still focusing on her as she waited for a few cars to pass before she would walk over the street.
* Laura loves mince pie…I’ll make a few for her before she returns for Paris…and maybe before she leaves again I’ll give her the recipe…oh I’ve missed the girl… she’s been………
I stopped reading.
Not because I was bored.
Or that I was getting emotional because my mother and I don’t have that kind of relationship.
I stopped reading because I sharp pain erupted from the back of my head. I groaned, almost falling to the ground. It travelled to the top of my head then straight to my temples. Somehow I could keep my eyes open from all the pain.
I had this kind of headaches before but this one was pretty bad.
You know, the kind where your ears stop listening and you can’t even think about what’s happening now?
I gritted my teeth and rubbed my temples continuously trying to stop the pain.
I probably stood there for at least 2 minutes before the pain slowly went away. I breathed in slowly and suddenly I had the strange need to get to the park as quick as possible.
I literally ran towards it. Funny what a headache can do to you?
Mitch was already there though be looked like we had all the time in the world and was chewing on a piece of apple. To think he was so closely related to Jacques.
“Sorry I’m late!” I almost yelled.
“No prob!” He said smiling before taking another bite of his apple.
“So…” I said unsure.
“Hmmm?” He said still chewing on his apple.
“You” I pointed at him, “Must drive me” I pointed to myself, “To that mansion place”
Please don’t ask me why I spoke to him like he’s deaf but he was acting clueless so I just played along!
I stared at me while chewing slowly, then swallowed and stared at me for a while.
“Really?” He said in an amused voice.
I didn’t even bother to reply.
I did, though, let out a frustrating growl when Mitch lifted up his eyebrow. Add him to the list of privilege people who can actually lift that little line of hair above your eye. Ugh, I still can’t master it!
Mitch only smiled. Strange, I hardly know this person in front of me but I talk to him as if we know each other for years. I trust people way to easy.
Mitch finally decided to lead me to his\Jacques\Mr. Dion\random person’s car after a gave him an angry glare.
“So…” I began after he started the car, “You take me to Mr. Dion, he takes blood sample, maybe I chat with Juliet a bit, have a cup of tea? And then after that I go back home?”
“Hmm! And they all live happily ever after!” Jacques teased.
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine”
“Yeah, sure” I said biting my nails.
“Why are you so afraid? It’s just a needle, a little sting, some blood going out your finger and then it’s done!” He said, “Really it’s nothing”
“Oh, it isn’t!”
“Hmm?”
“Hmm-m?”
“Why’s it that bad?”
“Like I’m telling you!”
“Why not?” He pounded. I glared.
“Ugh…I’m afraid of needles and what if they accidentally cut me open with the needle? I could bleed to death!!!”
Mitch laughed, “Nice imagination! Really!”
“Whatever ok!”
“Whatever ok!” He mimicked me.
I rolled my eyes and stared out of the window. I heard him chuckle softly under his breath. Ugh!
For the rest of the ride I imagined myself punching Mitch and watching him being chased by a bulldog wearing a swimming suit…nice six-pack…
What the heck am I thinking!?
I shook my head and went on daydreaming about other stuff…NOT including Mitch.
When we finally pulled up in front of the house I felt my stomach twisting. It’s like your fist day at high school or your first date (not like I’ve ever been on a date). It’s just so nerve wrecking!
“G’luck with the blood test” Mitch stuck out his tongue to me.
I took my change and read his mind. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while…even if Juliet!
*Talia getting stabbed by a needle, probably she’ll scream in terror then faint! I won’t miss it for anything in the…
I felt a bit of pain threatening to come back. I stopped read and closed my eyes for a moment. Then I gave Mitch a glare.
He held up his hands in defence and laughed.
“Please don’t kill me!” He said mockingly.
“Your lucky day!” I said and made my way up to the front porch.
I knocked once and took a deep breath. I didn’t know who was going to open the door. There lived like…1000 people here!
Mitch, Jacques, Juliet, Ivan, Celine, Dean, Emma, Mr.Dion, Mrs.Dion and Prof. whatever.
Ok, that’s only 10 but still they can live in this house there’s still two spare bedrooms! And enough food for everyone!
I tapped my foot against the wooded platform before the door finally opened.
Emma stood in front of me wearing fancy brand clothes. The was blowing dry her red nails while staring at me.
Mitch magically disappeared so I was alone. This girl was a spoiled brat…you could tell only by looking at her! She looked at my old cupcake T-shirt and lifted an eyebrow. Looks like someone don’t like unique style, eh?
“Hey?” I said.
“Hi there! You’re Talia?” She said bored.
“Yeah”
“MOM!” She yelled loudly, “THAT TALIA GIRL’S HERE!”
If I could lift an eyebrow to her I would. That’s just rude, yelling like that!
She and Valerie would be such good friend! J Just saying…
I heard her mother saying something but I could make out what it was. I guess Emma did ‘cause she yelled ‘ok’ and stepped away so that I could get in the house.
She led me to her father’s study and knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I heard him saying.
Emma opened the door and went upstairs.
I took a deep breath before walking into the study. Right in front of me sat Mr. Dion very comfortably in a study chair looking through some files.
He looked up and saw me and gave me a smile.
I literally forced a tiny movement around my lips forming a fake little smile…
What can I say? This man is partly the reason why I can read minds, why I don’t know my real parents and why I might be an orphan! And then he is about to attack me with a needle (figuratively speaking…I hope) and then take some of my very precious blood, which I need to survive to do some stupid test!
I’m sure this VERY fake smile I was giving him was nothing more than he deserved!
I mean…
I HATE NEEDLES!!!!
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