Last Summer Part 9

**Got this one out quick too, huh? Well let's just say that I felt really bad for leaving the people who read my website hanging. They got all the way to chapter 8 and then I decided to come back to Buzzle. So for the people who have been waiting, I hope it's good enough! Yes, it is short, but I have been getting them out quick. So it's almost like a long chapter that you waited two days for, right? Anyways, hope you enjoy! Comments are very welcome! =D**

My cell phone alarm clock went off at the exact time I had told it to: 7:30. I know, I know, waking up this early just to avoid seeing Caleb was stupid, but I couldn’t help it. I knew that seeing him would just screw up my mental health even more. My mind and my heart couldn’t take any more hits.

I groaned and then twisted over only to be hit with a cold pillow. I looked up and noticed that the ceiling fan was on low instead of where I had left it and I had even more covers on me. Had Caleb come in here more than that one time last night? Why did his grandparents have to keep it so cold in this house? I mean, last summer it hadn’t really bothered me because I had always had Caleb’s warm body sleeping next to me, but it was a different story this summer.

After a few minutes of being lazy and hiding under my covers, I decided to get up or else I would have to face Caleb. I hurriedly brushed my teeth in the bathroom and then got dressed in a pair of blue jean shorts and a red tank top. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and then after grabbing my backpack, I tiptoed out of the room.

I got all the way downstairs without any problems, but when I got downstairs, I heard voices in the kitchen. I quickly turned to the front door, but then I heard Caleb’s sultry voice call my name. Crap, I thought to myself. I had been caught.

My feet pivoted underneath me and I came face-to-face with Caleb. He had a smirk on his face as he asked me, "Trying to sneak out?"
My cheeks started to warm up as I argued, "No. I have to pick Tiffany up at eight-thirty. It takes at least forty five minutes to get to the airport."
"Mhmm…" he droned as if he didn’t believe me.
"Bye," I quickly told him and then turned around to get to the front door. I was so close, so close, to getting out of there. But of course, Caleb had to come and ruin everything for me.

He gripped my arm and then started to tow me towards the room underneath the stairs. I knew this room very well; Caleb and I had spent countless minutes making out in this very room. It just so happened that it was right next to the kitchen and so if we had ever gotten bored at dinner, we’d sneak away for a few minutes. His family had long dinners; or maybe it had just seemed that way to us. I had always wondered if our grandparents had put two and two together, but obviously they hadn’t.

At first, I thought that I would protest him forcing me to follow, but then my heart caught up to me. Billy wasn’t awake yet. I knew that if I screamed to his grandparents that he would surely wake up scared out of his mind. I couldn’t do that to him, not to Billy.
So I kept my mouth clamped shut as he forced me into the too familiar room and locked the door behind us. Once the door was shut, I demanded, "Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just come up to a person and grab them by the wrist and then carry them off like they’re your own personal helper monkeys!"
He smiled, but then he quickly forced it down. He pointed out, "But you’re not just a person. I know you."
"You think you know me," I spat at him and then turned around towards the door. But he was too much quicker than I was. He instantly grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and then blockaded the door.
"If my memory serves me right, then I’d say I know you pretty well," he said, a devious smirk planted on his face.
"Well I don’t know you any more and I don’t want to. Apparently, you’d much rather be hanging out with drug dealers and whores." Once the words were out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them. I didn’t know those people I had just insulted and I was never going to know them. They weren’t my friends to judge.

Anger took a hold of his features as he asked, "And where did you hear this? Josh has been sober for two months now."
I couldn’t help myself. I clapped my hands together and mocked sarcastically, "Well, whoopee for him! Now let me out of this room or so help me God…"
His facial features softened as he walked closer to me and then took a hold of my wrists. He asked me seriously, "Are you okay? I mean, with the drowning thing…"
I rolled my eyes at him and reassured, "I’m fine. Why do you care anyways?" I tried to shake my wrists out of his firm grasp, but his hands were like vices.
He asked me, "Why didn’t you wait up for me last night? I needed-still need-to talk to you."

I dodged his gaze and then looked at the wall behind his head. I asked, "And when did you become the boss of me? I was tired last night-you might know why-and so maybe I decided to fall asleep. My apologies."
He shook my hands until I had to look up at him. He said, "I know you need to pick up Tiffany and all, but we need to talk later. You have to agree to come or else I’m not letting you out of this room."
I sighed to myself; I could always just stand him up. I agreed, "Fine. Where and when?"
He smiled at me and asked doubtfully, "That easy?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and told him, "Take it or leave it. I’d rather you leave it, but I’m sure you’re not going to."
He chuckled and then shook his head. "Five thirty at the ice-cream store tonight. Let Tiffany get settled in while we’re there."
I lied, "Fine. I’ll see you there. Now would you please move?"

He smirked condescendingly at me and then stepped out of my way. I took a step forward and took notice that he didn’t even try to stop me from leaving the room. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw his grandparents, Edna and Bill, standing by the door with big grins on their faces. I knew what they thought had gone on.
I gripped onto my booksack a little bit tighter and then made my way to the front door. Caleb had stepped out of the room behind me and shut the door to that horrid room. I told his grandparents with a fake smile plastered on my face, "Thanks for letting me stay."
They gave me their goodbye hugs and then I was out into the sun. Freedom, thank God.