pleased, since I knew Lisa was dangerous and still hung out with her. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happens to her, I thought, pacing round the living room. The flat screen was switched on but I ignored it as I strode back and forth.
Stacey was definitely out of her mind. She had lectures that morning; the least she could do was come home early and grab a nice rest. I chose not to call the police or go looking for her, because I had to give her the respect she deserved.
The screeching sound of car tires suddenly silenced my worried thoughts. Then, the next sound I heard was that of a lady’s shoe heels striding toward the gate. She opened the gate and lurched inside the building, feeling woozy.
“What in God's name is wrong with you?” I scolded. “Look at the time, for goodness sake.”
“I'm so sorry. I knew you'd be worried,” she said, removing her tall shoes.
I bridled at her lack of consideration.
“You knew, but you didn't come back home. I'm disappointed.”
“I'm an adult and I can take care of myself,” she stated.
“Sorry, but when you live with me, the least you'd have done was to call me.”
“My phone battery died,” she said.
I tilted my head a bit. “I see.”
“I know you're reading my mind, and I'm sick and tired of your freaky nature,” she growled and walked past me.
It was annoyed how impolitely she ended the discussion. I was the one to get angry and not her, because I would have to explain to the Fords if anything happened to their only daughter.
I felt there was no use of me barging into her room to continue the discussion, so I went to my room and slammed the door behind me in annoyance.
Some hours later, she came and knocked on my room door. “Hey, Steph, can I come in?” she asked, knowing I’d be awake.
“The door’s open,” I said.
She pushed the door and entered the room wearing a rueful grim. It meant only one thing: an apology was at hand. I did not need my powers to know. Actions, they say, speak louder than words. She wasn’t dressed for school; a silk pink housecoat covered her body. I had been doing some light reading, which seemed to always occupy me through the sleepless nights.
“I’m sorry. I guess you’re busy. I’ll wait downstairs,” she said, fiddling with the rope of her robe.
“Nah, I just don’t want to be idle. Please sit.”
My room was more of an office. It gave me that young director’s look. However, Stacey was the only girl who had seen it so far – such a waste.
We stared at each other for a very long second, and then we said at the same time, “About this morning.”
Stacey leaned back on her chair and smiled.
“You first,” she said.
“No, you go first,” I requested.
“Okay. I’m so sorry for coming so late and walking out on you. I'll try my best not to repeat it in the future.”
“No problem,” I said. My temper had already reduced. “What actually happened?”
“After the party, we went over to Julie’s house to relax,” she explained.
“When you say we? ”
“Two guys, Julie and I,” she answered.
I was a bit disappointed. Why did two boys have to follow them? I needed answers. I knew Stacey was a responsible girl and only a carefree person would do that.
“Hope you’re all right?” I got up from my chair and rested on the arm of the chair she was sitting on. She leaned close to me, placing her head on my lap.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I didn’t allow anything to happen.”
Hearing that, I released a sigh of relief ; it would have been a different situation if she was hurt or taken advantage of.
Stacey glanced at the wall clock.
“So, are we cool?” she asked.
“Yeah, we are,” I said.
“Okay. Now, it’s your turn,” she said.
“Nothing much, I’m just glad you’re okay. Please, go get ready for school.”
I wasted time in my closet, thus allowing Stacey to embark on a daily activity which I had recently lacked: eating. Arriving at the living room, I
Stacey was definitely out of her mind. She had lectures that morning; the least she could do was come home early and grab a nice rest. I chose not to call the police or go looking for her, because I had to give her the respect she deserved.
The screeching sound of car tires suddenly silenced my worried thoughts. Then, the next sound I heard was that of a lady’s shoe heels striding toward the gate. She opened the gate and lurched inside the building, feeling woozy.
“What in God's name is wrong with you?” I scolded. “Look at the time, for goodness sake.”
“I'm so sorry. I knew you'd be worried,” she said, removing her tall shoes.
I bridled at her lack of consideration.
“You knew, but you didn't come back home. I'm disappointed.”
“I'm an adult and I can take care of myself,” she stated.
“Sorry, but when you live with me, the least you'd have done was to call me.”
“My phone battery died,” she said.
I tilted my head a bit. “I see.”
“I know you're reading my mind, and I'm sick and tired of your freaky nature,” she growled and walked past me.
It was annoyed how impolitely she ended the discussion. I was the one to get angry and not her, because I would have to explain to the Fords if anything happened to their only daughter.
I felt there was no use of me barging into her room to continue the discussion, so I went to my room and slammed the door behind me in annoyance.
Some hours later, she came and knocked on my room door. “Hey, Steph, can I come in?” she asked, knowing I’d be awake.
“The door’s open,” I said.
She pushed the door and entered the room wearing a rueful grim. It meant only one thing: an apology was at hand. I did not need my powers to know. Actions, they say, speak louder than words. She wasn’t dressed for school; a silk pink housecoat covered her body. I had been doing some light reading, which seemed to always occupy me through the sleepless nights.
“I’m sorry. I guess you’re busy. I’ll wait downstairs,” she said, fiddling with the rope of her robe.
“Nah, I just don’t want to be idle. Please sit.”
My room was more of an office. It gave me that young director’s look. However, Stacey was the only girl who had seen it so far – such a waste.
We stared at each other for a very long second, and then we said at the same time, “About this morning.”
Stacey leaned back on her chair and smiled.
“You first,” she said.
“No, you go first,” I requested.
“Okay. I’m so sorry for coming so late and walking out on you. I'll try my best not to repeat it in the future.”
“No problem,” I said. My temper had already reduced. “What actually happened?”
“After the party, we went over to Julie’s house to relax,” she explained.
“When you say we? ”
“Two guys, Julie and I,” she answered.
I was a bit disappointed. Why did two boys have to follow them? I needed answers. I knew Stacey was a responsible girl and only a carefree person would do that.
“Hope you’re all right?” I got up from my chair and rested on the arm of the chair she was sitting on. She leaned close to me, placing her head on my lap.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I didn’t allow anything to happen.”
Hearing that, I released a sigh of relief ; it would have been a different situation if she was hurt or taken advantage of.
Stacey glanced at the wall clock.
“So, are we cool?” she asked.
“Yeah, we are,” I said.
“Okay. Now, it’s your turn,” she said.
“Nothing much, I’m just glad you’re okay. Please, go get ready for school.”
I wasted time in my closet, thus allowing Stacey to embark on a daily activity which I had recently lacked: eating. Arriving at the living room, I
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