Chapter 15
“Sky...Sky...man wake up...Sky...WAKE
UP!!” Tim yelled.
“Huh?” I said baffled.
“Stop talking or should i say yelling
in your sleep!” he grumbled.
“I never talk in my sleep!”
“Fine keep believing that...but you
do. And you yelled. That was what woke me up from my precious sleep at 3 in the
morning girl...”
“Did i yell?” i asked.
“Yeah, you yelled ‘MOM! I need you!’ “
Tim answered.
“I shouted Mom?”
He just nodded. I sighed.
“I’m sorry...Let’s sleep.”
“Don’t shout again...” he grumbled as
he went back to the couch and layed down.
Next morning, i was woken up with a
soft kiss. Slowly opening my eyes, i saw Chris’ black head kissing my neck.
With such a quick reaction, i starightened up and pushed him off of me.
“Whoa baby, relax, it’s just me...” he
said softly. I looked around and saw Tim curled up on my couch, sleeping
peacefully.
“Just...how did you get in here?” i
asked suspiciously.
“I rang the bell, your dad opened the
door and told me you’re still sleeping. Simple as that.”
“I guess you haven’t told him yet?” he
continued.
“Will you be still alive if i had told
him?” i said snidely.
His face dropped. “Will he kill me?”
he asked.
“If you’re lucky you will but
otherwise, he will slide you into pieces and put every piece of you into a bag
and then he will throw every bag into the ocean...”
“Enough for this morning...” Chris
stopped me with his luscious lips.
“Someone’s still underage here...” we
heard Tim’s sleepy but yet again giggly voice coming towards the couch.
Laughing, maybe for the first time since tomorrow, i got up and went into the
shower.
At breakfast, dad asked many questions
to Chris. In fact i was so lucky cuz they were getting along really well, from
same hobbies to what they think of certain things.
“So Chris, have you planned which
college you’ll attend?” he asked.
“Well, I’ll take a year or two off before
going to college, I’ll work at some company instead.” Chris answered.
“Why?” my dad asked again. “Education
must come first, son.”
“I know but i rather work right now
cos of some...”
“Family problems?” my dad completed.
Chris shot a quick glance at me.
“Sort of...” he answered meekly.
“Oh alright. You can always tell me
your problems son, don’t worry.” He winked at Chris. He shot another worried glance to me and gulped.
“Thank you.”
My dad patted him on the back.
I wondered, if my dad did really
mention ‘problems’? Cos if he did, then i didn’t think he’d react the same way.
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