Deaf Wish

Chapter 9

The door opens once again, only this time it's my dad coming home for lunch break. The tall brunette man comes inside, walking towards me in his expensive looking black suit. He's a banker. And I think that job fits perfectly. His kind brown eyes seem like they're sparkling as he sits down next to me, patting my head softly: "How was your day? Was everything okay?" I nod, leaning myself against him. "It was fine, nothing special really happened." I know I know, I'm usually not lying that much, it just doesn't seem mentionable. 

"Oh right, have you heard about our new neighbors? They moved here last weekend and they have a son. I think he should be your age. Did you notice anyone new today?", oh crap, he's like actually my new neighbor? "Hm? No, I didn't see him. Where exactly did they move?", I hope that doesn't sound suspicious. "Where the Millers used to live, you remember? That old couple about eight houses down the street?", oh I remember, they both died short after each other." Yeah, I really liked them, they were nice."

My dad nods a few times, before carrying on our little conversation: "What is this on your forehead? Did someone hit you?", he touches the still sensitive spot, looking concerned. "I totally forgot about it! I hit my head against the front seat and the window of the bus this morning. I didn't know it was that visible." Oh my god, what if it actually a huge bump? And what if Nathan saw it? I don't really have that long bangs! "It's not, I just noticed it from the side, you know, like a pimple. Well a little bigger.", he laughs, rubbing it again. Great! Like a pimple in bigger, in other words a bump. Right. On. My. f*****g. Forehead. Ups, please excuse my language. 

"Oh okay, is it bad?", I don't even dare to look in the mirror! "No, it’s all right, I mean, every teenager your age has acne so it basically looks normal.", he's just making it worse, thanks for nothing dad! "Great thank you!", I bury my face in my hands, wishing I would have just payed attention to where the bus was heading. Dang it! My dad's big warm hands rub my shoulder before getting up. I just assume he left my room. 

With closed eyes I lay back, nuzzling my face into the big cold pillow. This is really embarrassing. 

A painful sensation on my left shoulder and lower back make me jolt up in surprise. And obviously pain. I look around to see my sister, arms crossed, her foot tapping the floor in a fast rhythm and an expression that could kill. "Did you do your homework? I don't think so! And it's almost time for dinner, did you seriously sleep until now? You're unbelievable!" Wait. I fell asleep. When? I rub my eyes to clear my vision. It started to get dark outside and there was no light in my room. "What wrong?" , Alex facial expression makes a 180 degree turn. From angry to worried. "What do you mean?", I watch her as she sighs. "You seem off today, did something happen, also what is this weird thing on your forehead, I've never seen a pimple this big?" Seriously, it's that big?! "Just kidding, it's barely even noticeable! Dad told me to mess with you, he said you were oddly concerned about your face. Say, could it be that your trying to look good for someone?“, she puts her evil smirk on, punching my arm a few times, making me flinch in pain. "NO WAY! Who is she? No wait, let me guess... hm is it this one girl in your class with the glasses? You now, the cute one? Or wait! It's not that weird blond chick, right? She used to follow you everywhere. And I mean everywhere! I think if you asked her out, she'd move here! Hahaha, it's not her though right? That'd be kinda scary."

Why is everyone all up in my business today?! "No it's not a girl, Alex. Now, would you please leave, I have homework to do.", I try to push her of my bed, but she keeps bouncing back. "You can't lie to me! I'm your actual sister, unlike Claire! I know it has to be a girl. You stiffened right after I mentioned it. Tell me! Please!"

If she knew...