Chapter 26 26
Kimberly's POV
I think I'm going crazy.
Yeah. That's the only definition of what is going on with me at the moment and I don't think I can curb it even if I tried to.
Getting back home, I got out of the car before my parents and I could hear the way their voices were coming after me but I did not stop to hear whatever they were saying because I was trying to gather my own thoughts together and to stop my heart from actually falling out of my chest.
What is Julian doing to me?
From the way he and London have been moving, I know that whatever this thing is, it is not something that was good.
And the fact that they were hiding it from me was not a good thing at all.
“Kimberly Liora Blackwood, get your ass over here right now!” My mum's loud voice pierced my thoughts and made me stop on the stairs. I turned back to look at both of them.
They had this unyielding look on their faces that said that they were not allowing me to get away with what just happened. I bit my lower lip and started back down to stand in front of them. Anytime they used my full name, I knew I was in big trouble.
“Why do you find it very normal to make things hard for us?” my mother asked in a hard tone that I've not heard her use in a long time. It seemed as though I had already brought them to the highest point of frustration judging from the look on both of their faces.
And I would have felt guilty if I were not going through a lot by myself right now. But I could not find it in me to actually resonate with them. The only thing that kept flashing in my mind was the look on his face and I was able to see him and feel all those things even though we were not in the same proximity.
“I'm really tired, Mum, Dad. I need to use my meds.” I said in a tired tone and I really hoped that it would work and they would allow me to go upstairs and just hit my bed and pretend like everything that had just happened did not happen.
Maybe if I had a really good sleep, maybe, just maybe, it would all come out as a dream. An unwanted one at that.
“Who was the guy?” My dad was the one who asked me this time around. His eyes were hard and I don't think I have ever seen my dad look like that in a long time. He's always been keeping up with my behaviors and lash outs but it does not look like it right now.
“Someone from school and like I said earlier, he's my friend.”
“He can't be your friend. You need to stay away from him.” He said in a very serious tone that made me pause to actually look at him.
“And why is that?” I asked him, genuinely concerned. Everyone around me is asking me to stay away from him. Is that not supposed to mean something very serious?
“Do not question me. I'm your father so you follow what I say.” He said in a commanding tone that made me mad.
“Alright then. Can this daughter go use her medications and get some sleep now? I have an IV in for crying out loud and I need to get to school tomorrow.” I said, looking at both of them.
They had this weary expression. Sometimes, I felt bad for them. The reason is because their only child will probably die in front of their eyes very soon and there is nothing they can do about it.
“How did you even get to the hospital? Last we checked, you were doing very fine. At least, until your next check-up. So why? Is it because of that boy? He looked like he was bad news.”
“Don't talk about him like that!” I flared up suddenly. I was as shocked as I was at my reaction. I did not know why their speaking badly about him affected me, but I knew I did not want to hear it. The mark on my left wrist burned again and I felt lightheaded. I knew I could not stay longer with them.
“I need to go.” Without waiting, I rushed away from there and all but ran upstairs. I needed to be alone. Maybe dip this hand into cold water. The burn was excessive and it was getting to my head. It was like feeling again.
I could feel all my senses sharpening, I could hear better, I could see better too and that made my head swirl and I was not able to focus on one thing. I was finally able to make it into my room.
I stumbled in and locked the door behind me. I rushed into the bathroom and opened the faucet and allowed water to rush out while I placed my wrist under it.
The mark was still not obvious. From the way it was burning, one would have thought that it would have been so obvious.
After what seemed like forever, I was able to get myself under control, I sprayed water on my face and stepped out of the bathroom
Tell me why I was not surprised to see him sitting on my bed, waiting for me.
“What are you doing here?” The question slipped past my lips as I stood in the middle of the room, thankful that I had locked the door and there was no way my parents would have been able to come in if they wanted to.
His gaze locked on me and I could not look away from him. There was this usual intensity that I was used to from being subjected to his gaze.
After what seemed like forever, he spoke,
“I came to see you.”