I wake up with the worst headache I've ever felt in history, I feel like my head will blow off at any moment. Oh my god, I need water I reach for my phone on the night stand.
"Noo--oo", I end up falling face down on the floor. I began rubbing my temple slowly to ease the pain, so my head doesn't fall off the pain is getting too much. I move my legs slowly, I stood up then began walking downstairs. Chloe was on the couch reading a book as usual. She looks up fast, then looks away again. She still has bags under her blue eyes, her white sweater is full of tiny holes, it looks too old and big for her, I think most of her clothes came from that foster home or her old home.
"Um- we're mom and Dad?" I ask. To kill the tension between us.
"Out shopping", without even taking a glance at me. I walked into the kitchen to get painkiller and water to ease my throbbing head. I think I need to thank her for last night, not many will do that, she took the blame without me asking her to. Why will she even do that, I've been an asshole to her since she walked into this house. She shouldn't have done that for me, I mean saving me after my attitude towards her, I walk into the sitting room to find her still reading.
"Ummm Chloe, she turns her head to look at me." But doesn't say a word, so I just continued talking.
"I'm sorry about last night and thank you for taking the blame for me." And for walking me to my room, she gave me a flat smile and continued reading her book.
"Don't you want to talk about it?" Like ask me questions or anything she just shakes her head, I feel anger starting to build up inside me.
"What,? I am here to talk and apologize to you, but you don't even really care to hear me out." Then she turns to look and me and just shrugs.
"I don't want to talk about it she says, she closed her book and stood up to leave." Chloe looks at me with sad eyes the walks upstairs, I sit down on the couch. Not long mom and Dad walks in with the grocery bags.
"Give us a hand, I walk outside to the car to bring in the remaining groceries."
"Where is Chloe,? Mom ask. I put the milk and soda in the refrigerator.
"She's upstairs, I answer."
"Is she okay? Dad ask look a bit worried."
"She's really quiet, it's hard to even talk to her." Dad turns to look at me and sighs.
"I know just give her some time, I know she'll come around." She's a nice girl he said while smiling.
"Oh, by the way, dad starts talking.
"Chloe is not allowed to watch TV for some days, and if she does. You can report back to me. Just tell me, ok I nod.
"Maybe she probably wouldn't even bother to watch TV, but just to be certain let me know." He says, ok I nod, I really feel guilty for her now. And I am so angry with Chloe not talking to me, or trying to reply me when I was apologizing to her. To let her know how sorry and grateful I am, she is so quiet and closed in.
She is driving me insane, why did dad have to bring her to the house to live with us he's just too kind. Couldn't he just wait a little longer before bringing her in to stay, it is just annoying to know that we even share the same bathroom, but don't even talk to each other, everything is just wrong.