“First I would make Lena loose her voice, then everything in the play would go wrong for Ms. Alder.”
He laughed, it sounded like music to her and she joined him wondering what was so funny. “A good start my dearest Olivia.” He dragged her name out in an odd way that made her heart thud. He came to her placing his hand on the base of her back, she couldn’t look away from his eyes. “There is always reward for kindness and loyalty.” He said in a whisper. Then he frowned slightly pulling away from her. “Remember nothing of me. You walked home alone. You did not see me.” He turned around and the darkness faded, she felt herself falling. “Oh and you’re not mad at me anymore.” The words faded away and she was falling.
The next morning she had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. Her head was pounding and she had a fever. The house was silent, her mother was still sleeping no doubt. Dragging herself downstairs she knew she wasn’t going to school. She made herself a cup of hot tea and sat in the kitchen looking miserably at the dishes. Well they weren’t getting done today. She went back to bed after drinking down the tea. Over the next four days it went on like that. She would wake up sick as a dog with a faint memory of something but the more she tried to remember the more it hurt. So eventually she stopped trying.
Saturday came and there was nothing to do. She didn’t make the part in the play and being sick she didn’t have a chance to become a stage hand. Everything sucked in life so she simply sat on her porch and read. The cars drove by and the world was moving, without her in it. It always had, and it always would. People talked and lived and breathed, they loved and lost. But not her. She just was, still and stagnant. Her mother was an alcoholic, had been since she was a child. Her father was dead and she had been taking care of herself all her life since no one else would. But who as she? What was she going to do with her life? She was going to be sixteen. And do you think her mother would take her to get her license? No. Did they even have a car? No. Did she have any friends that cared? Well. She remembered Rob. He was kinda nice. She remembered being mad at him but she couldn’t bring herself to stay mad. She didn’t even know where he lived or even if he would want to hang out. A half out of three was better than nothing she supposed. Maybe on Monday she could get to know him better. If he didn’t spaz out on her that is.
