All Eyes

All Eyes||Chapter Fourteen

I sat down on the stained white rug, my back resting against my bed and my eyes staring up at the ceiling. Mindlessly, my fingers tugged at the material of the fluffy material underneath me and I let out a sigh as soon as I watched Oliver walk through the half opened door of my bedroom.

Gran went to work for another night shift, and I couldn't seem to get any sleep, like it's anything new.

After what I've done to the guy that I thought was dad, which he totally deserved. Nate glanced at me over his shoulder, before we walked to my truck and he drove me to my place.

I don't remember much because I was drunk out of my mind. I just remember the look on her horrified face.

I remember how I felt while blowing punches to the guy I thought was my father.

And I don't know what to think of myself.

A monster or a saviour?

I am just lost. Lost and tired and I can't seem to forget about her.

I can't let go of her taunting memory.

Her haunting eyes.

Her dead haunting eyes......

I let out a breath as I felt Oliver's warm body snuggle itself up again my lap, his orange patches glowing against my black jeans. I looked down at him, my fingers slipping unconsciously through his soft fur. His wide, green eyes staring up at me.

And I smiled down at him, which he blinked his eyes repeatedly at. Purring noisily as I rubbed my cold fingers behind his ears.

And I couldn't help but remember Darcy as soon as I did so.

"Oh here you are," a low chuckle vibrated through my hollow chest as I scratched behind Oliver's ears. Partly amused by his pleasured state.

He then meowed and lifted his lazy legs off my lap and wandered around my room. I watched him closely as he picked furiously at the stain stuck on the rug, grumbling and clawing at it with squinted eyes.

I looked up at the clock hung on the opposite wall to my bed. It read eleven thirty.

Gran wasn't going to be here for another hour or so.

I don't know.

I slammed my back against the bed, which resulted in pushing it further back against the wall. My hand coming in contact with a carton box behind my back in the process.

I felt my brows furrowing in confusion as I twisted my torso and my eyes took a good look at the box that happened to be under my bed.

I stretched out my hands and switched my body back in its previous position, this time with the box resting on my laps.

It looked familiar.

I ran my fingertips across the stained brown carton box. It wasn't anything big, it was a medium sized box. I twisted it around in my palms and caught a glimpse of scribbled sharpie on the other side of the box.

Pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose, I focused my eyes back on the scribbled word on the box.

It read: 'photos and tapes'.

I couldn't help but stare at my hand writing on the box, my breathing hitching inside my throat as I stared at the box with wide eyes.

I don't remember placing this box under my bed at all.

If anything I don't even remember bringing it with me when I moved out with gran.

Darcy knocked on my open bedroom door. Her long brown hair falling around her face and a wide grin plastered all over her shinning face.