All A Mystery
Chapter 15
My body was wiggling around trying to get situated again on the now uncomfortable bed I was laying in. I sat up and looked around the dark room, the only like admitting from the moon outside the window, indicating it was still rather dark out. My eyes glanced to the clock that read out in big red number, 2:45am.
I rubbed my eyes as I slowly pried Sams hand off from my leg, his grip stronger than I thought, taking longer to wiggle free. My legs wandered out the bedroom door, feeting pading along the tiled hallway into the dark living room.
Sluggishly, my body made its way into the kitchen and created a quick cup of coffee and then sat down on the window sill, pearing into the night. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and glanced around thinking about how different life is going to be, now that my mother is gone.
A green flash from my phone indicated I had a message from my father. My hand reached out and took it into my fingers as I unlocked my phone and opened up the text message.
'I called Sam. I didn't know what else to do. He told me he found you. Funeral is tomorrow morning, I expect you home and ready to go. Burial is at 1.' - Dadxo
I tossed my phone back onto the couch and peered back out the window wishing what has happened, never even took place.
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Sams POV
I woke up with no sign of Grace in the bed beside me. The spot where she fell asleep, was warm, almost like she wasn't even there to begin with. I climbed out of bed and quickly tossed on a pair of blue jeans and an orange tshirt before walking down the hall to the kitchen. Just before walking in, I noticed Grace sitting up on the window sill, a cup of coffee in her hand.
It was about 8am, the cup of coffee looked to be quite fresh as the steam rolled out of the cup. Graces body never turned or her eyes never looked at me, she just kept staring into the world outside.
I helped myself to a cup, leaning against the counter as Grace entered the kitchen, grabbing more coffee into her travel mug she decided to use and head back out to the window sill.
She made no attempt to talk or to even look me in the eyes to say good morning.
I headed into the living room, right behind her, flipping the tv on to catch the morning news.
The tv hadn't even been on for 5 minutes, when Grace stood up and headed for the bedroom. I decided to follow after her to see if she would even talk.
"Grace?" I asked leaning against the door frame.
She was digging through her bag pulling out a dress to change into.
"You plan on talking to me?" I asked next.
"No." She replied softly, yet cold.
"Why not?"
"Nothing to say to you." She answered.
"Nothing to say? How about what made you leave or break down yesterday huh?" I pressed, "Can I at least know that?"
"No."
"Why the hell not?" I snapped.
"Because I doubt you even care." She spat.
"Thats not true." I told her as she walked into the bathroom.
"Where are you going anyways." I asked standing outside the closed bathroom door.
"Home. My dad needs me for a few hours."
After a few minutes, Grace emerged from the bathroom in a purple and blue dress, her hair ruffled and flowing down her back and cascading over her shoulders quite nicely. Her hands wrapped around her bags as she hoisted them up her arm and headed for her shoes by the front door.
"Grace don't go." I sighed, grabbing her arm.
"Let go of me Sam." She stated softly.
"I don't want you to leave." I whispered as I buried my face into her neck.
"I have to."
"No you don't." I replied, placing a kiss to her lips, hoping to change her mind.
"Yes. I do. Can you not accept that fact?" She replied, her eyes not meeting mine.
"Can I at least drive you home?" I asked.
"No, I need fresh air. I need space."
Grace tugged her shoes on and opened the door, hesitating before walking outside.
"Grace, I need you here. Please don't run away. All that does is cause more issues." I told her as she descended down the front steps.
"Running away sounds like fun sometimes. Hard to pass up the opertunity you know?" She answered not turning around.
"Grace, come back please." I walked towards her.
"Bus is here." She spoke, dashing for the bus stop.
Before I could reach her, she was perched on the back seat, staring over my head, her mind off in space somewhere.
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