anything before coming here? I mean really.” She marches down the hall in a huff and bangs on Hugh’s door. “Hugh Raven, did you really not even bring this girl clothes?”
He opens the door wearing long striped pajama pants and no shirt. His upper body is just as sculpted as I imagined. Hugh’s tanned skin practically glows and he has just a bit of chest hair right between his clearly defined pecs. God why does he have to look that good? I mean that is just not normal. “I did, I told her everything was in the bag I packed.”
His mom shoots a look over his shoulder and points around him. “You mean that black bag? The one in your room that she has no access to?” She shakes her head. It’s nice to have a girl on my side. He grabs the bag quickly and gives it to his mom. “Sorry Mom.”
She looks at him hard; I can tell she’s using their connection to give him a message. “Sorry Shay.” He adds quickly.
“ That’s better,” she says aloud this time.
“ It’s ok. Thanks.” I take the bag from Chenoa and she walks away. Hugh stands in his doorway looking me over. I open the bag and pull out a nightie, the one Liv bought me as a joke for my birthday last year. It’s baby blue with thin straps and a practically see through bottom with matching ruffled underwear. My cheeks turn bright pink as I raise my eyes to meet his.
“ Where did you get this?” Anger is suddenly overtaking the embarrassment. “Were you in my room? Did you really believe you were going to get this lucky this quickly?” I shake the nightie in his face.
He looks down, “Well you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I start rummaging through the rest of the bag at the speed of light, “Underwear! You went in my underwear drawer too?” I had hid the nightie underneath my jeans, so he had to go through multiple drawers to find all these items.
“ Well I packed everything you would need for a couple days here.”
“ But when? I mean, you were in my room while I was sleeping?”
“ Well, how do you think you got home after everything that happened at Wendy’s house?”
Suddenly I understand, “You got me home? You made sure I was ok. You knew I would go to see Jeremy. You planned everything.” I feel like I’ve been duped. It’s not fair for him to play with my life like this. I’m over it. He looks at the ground and doesn’t respond.
“ Whatever, I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up tomorrow; I’ll get up when I feel like it. And P.S. I kind of hate your guts right now.”
I turn around and slam the door. I throw the bag down like it has scabies and fall onto the twin bed. The cold pillow feels good against the warm skin of my cheek. I close my eyes and just try to clear my mind.
Chapter 20
When I wake up the next morning I realize where I am and what it is I’m doing here. I stand and look into the mirror on top of the dresser next to the bed. The bed looks mostly untouched, I didn’t even pull back the blanket to sleep, just laid there on the comforter. What I see is not unexpected, mascara stuck running down my face, my eyes are puffy and swollen from hours of crying. My eyes that are now gold. Just like Hugh’s and the rest of his family’s. Just like Emina. Just like my father. And that is because I am a cryptid . It’s time to accept it. To accept it and move on. I need to learn as much as I can. I mean if I’m going to defeat this Malsumis then I better get my shit together.
I look at the bag I dropped on the floor last night. Well let’s see what else Hugh decided I should bring. Lucky for me he’s not the best dresser and there’s a hoodie and a pair of yoga pants in there. I grab them and change. I keep make up remover pads in my purse so I clean up my face and apply a fresh coat of paint. It even makes my eyes look slightly better after all the crying I did last night. I rub the locket around my neck
He opens the door wearing long striped pajama pants and no shirt. His upper body is just as sculpted as I imagined. Hugh’s tanned skin practically glows and he has just a bit of chest hair right between his clearly defined pecs. God why does he have to look that good? I mean that is just not normal. “I did, I told her everything was in the bag I packed.”
His mom shoots a look over his shoulder and points around him. “You mean that black bag? The one in your room that she has no access to?” She shakes her head. It’s nice to have a girl on my side. He grabs the bag quickly and gives it to his mom. “Sorry Mom.”
She looks at him hard; I can tell she’s using their connection to give him a message. “Sorry Shay.” He adds quickly.
“ That’s better,” she says aloud this time.
“ It’s ok. Thanks.” I take the bag from Chenoa and she walks away. Hugh stands in his doorway looking me over. I open the bag and pull out a nightie, the one Liv bought me as a joke for my birthday last year. It’s baby blue with thin straps and a practically see through bottom with matching ruffled underwear. My cheeks turn bright pink as I raise my eyes to meet his.
“ Where did you get this?” Anger is suddenly overtaking the embarrassment. “Were you in my room? Did you really believe you were going to get this lucky this quickly?” I shake the nightie in his face.
He looks down, “Well you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I start rummaging through the rest of the bag at the speed of light, “Underwear! You went in my underwear drawer too?” I had hid the nightie underneath my jeans, so he had to go through multiple drawers to find all these items.
“ Well I packed everything you would need for a couple days here.”
“ But when? I mean, you were in my room while I was sleeping?”
“ Well, how do you think you got home after everything that happened at Wendy’s house?”
Suddenly I understand, “You got me home? You made sure I was ok. You knew I would go to see Jeremy. You planned everything.” I feel like I’ve been duped. It’s not fair for him to play with my life like this. I’m over it. He looks at the ground and doesn’t respond.
“ Whatever, I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up tomorrow; I’ll get up when I feel like it. And P.S. I kind of hate your guts right now.”
I turn around and slam the door. I throw the bag down like it has scabies and fall onto the twin bed. The cold pillow feels good against the warm skin of my cheek. I close my eyes and just try to clear my mind.
Chapter 20
When I wake up the next morning I realize where I am and what it is I’m doing here. I stand and look into the mirror on top of the dresser next to the bed. The bed looks mostly untouched, I didn’t even pull back the blanket to sleep, just laid there on the comforter. What I see is not unexpected, mascara stuck running down my face, my eyes are puffy and swollen from hours of crying. My eyes that are now gold. Just like Hugh’s and the rest of his family’s. Just like Emina. Just like my father. And that is because I am a cryptid . It’s time to accept it. To accept it and move on. I need to learn as much as I can. I mean if I’m going to defeat this Malsumis then I better get my shit together.
I look at the bag I dropped on the floor last night. Well let’s see what else Hugh decided I should bring. Lucky for me he’s not the best dresser and there’s a hoodie and a pair of yoga pants in there. I grab them and change. I keep make up remover pads in my purse so I clean up my face and apply a fresh coat of paint. It even makes my eyes look slightly better after all the crying I did last night. I rub the locket around my neck
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