The Girl Who Cried Wolf

     Day 1           I watch the rain slowly fall down my window. They leave streaks, as more drops follow the beginning few, then puddle around on the window pain just outside. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears, as I breathe slowly. In and out.         “Hey, you okay?”         I turn around instantly to see my twin sister, Samantha staring at me. I look to my door that was open widely, then back at my sister. Without realizing, I had started crying. To offset the shock of crying, I smile towards my sister and wipe the tears away. “Yeah, I’m fine. What’s up? Does mom need me?”             “No, your boyfriend’s here. You sure you’re okay?”             I look past her to see him down the hall staring at me, and I smile. “I’m fine, thanks for asking though, sis. I’m just thinking. You can come in, hun.”             He slowly walks towards the bedroom, then moves past my sister and sits down on my bed. I close the notebook I had open. I set it aside then move close to him and hug him lightly. I hum a single, drawn-out note, and move away. “Missing him?” his tone makes me dread getting caught. I feel a sharp pain in my chest, and I feel guilty. I shouldn’t but I do. I look up at him, as I give him a slight smile.             “Just getting through alright, thank you. It’s been three years. It’s going to hurt but not as bad as it used to, trust me. I’ll be fine, baby.” My words sound like they’re trying to console myself more than him, but it’s better than crying. It’s better than screaming, it’s better than listening to sad music and just being depressed. Truth is, I don’t know if I’m okay, or if I’m just lying to everyone- including myself.             “Sorry William I really didn’t want you to see me crying.” I laugh slightly as I rest my head on his chest. His arms move to hold me, and I escape into his warmth. Soon enough, I’m feeling better. I hear him laugh as I snuggle closer to him. “What’re you laughing at? Do you mind?”             “Sorry, you’re just too cute sometimes.”             “Sometimes?” I look up at him, as he smirks down at me. I get irritated rather quickly. That damn smirk should be illegal. I sit up and stare at him. Shaking my head, I get off the bed and leave him in the room. “Whatcha wanna do, strawberry?” I barely say the last word without laughing. His red hair, hazel eyes, and light skin tone just causes the funniest nicknames to pop into my mind.         As if instinctively, he chases after me smiling. “I don’t know. Wanna go somewhere? Or probably watch something?” He looks to my sister and her boyfriend, Cameron for help on what to do.         “We can go to the mall. I’ll buy us dinner there if we’re hungry later. Eliza was stating she wanted to look at something earlier.” Cameron speaks clearly, and I look at him.         I nod and look over my shoulder. “Can we, please?”         “As my girl wishes.” His words make me blush, causing me to smack him to distract him from looking at me. I reach for the keys and run out of the house, happily.         “I love Friday’s, freedom is awesome.” I squeak out and giggle. Cameron and Samantha nod, as William follows behind them. I unlock the truck and wait for my sister and her boyfriend to get in before following behind them. The rest of the day we spend at the mall.         When we finally get home, everyone but my boyfriend instantaneously takes off their shoes. I groan from the relief of being barefoot as he kisses my cheek and whispers that he has to go home. Nodding, I follow him outside to watch him leave. Before he gets in the truck, I run to him and hug him from behind. He slowly turns around and hugs me back. Backing away, he climbs into his truck and turns it on. I wait for his truck to disappear into the distance, before I walk back inside barefoot and cold. I wipe my feet on the carpet and laugh slightly as I head back to my room. “Night dorks.” Day 6         I sleep until almost 3 p.m., but I don’t leave my room unless I need to use the restroom. I try my best not to look at the mirror but it’s almost impossible. I look like a complete mess, but I smile through it anyway. I draw for a little while, then I watch Youtube until it’s almost ten. I close my laptop and text my boyfriend, “Hey, you home from working with your grandpa?” I lay in the dark for what seems like forever and listen to the crickets that play they’re own melodies, right outside my window, until I fall asleep for about 10 minutes till my phone chimes.         "Yeah just got home. Sorry, didn't notice the text till now." I giggle at his response lightly, then try calling him but it instantly goes to voice mail. My smile fades as I sigh then turns to face the ceiling as I lay on my back and text back.     "Busy?" My text is short and sweet, trying my best not to annoy him from being too needy as he calls it. A few minutes pass and still no text but it tells me that he read my message. I close my eyes and fall asleep, due to the dark and lonely feeling. Day 17         I wake up, check my phone then sigh. The screen lights up but not with information I wanted. No messages. It’s always like that. I sit up and walk towards my backpack. “Might as well make myself useful.” Bringing the backpack to my bed, I lay down and pull-out my math homework. It takes me almost three hours to finish and by then I’m forcing myself out of bed to get some lunch. My phone begins playing Hurricane by Luke Combs and in that moment, I freeze and stare at it. I curse under my breath and set my phone down, leaving my room. "I'll call him back later." Ascending the kitchen, I breath in the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast. I giggle at my sister making herself breakfast then burning herself. "Need any help there, Chef Sam?"     Her head whirls around to catch my eyes, and she smiles. "I wouldn't mind a little help." Her face lights up as she backs away from the stove, and I move toward it. Taking over her work, she started setting the table with some plates, then leaves the kitchen to go and wake up her bf. I shake my head as I finish the batch of sunny side up eggs she was making. As Cameron walks in and smells eggs, his face lights up like a child. He walks over and tries to take some of the already made eggs, until I smack his hand and force him to hand me a plate.         The rest of the day goes by quickly, as if it was a blur, but still no messages.