Chapter Four

Chapter 4

I've been here for three days now and I haven't done anything productive. For example, this afternoon I sat on the couch for three hours watching Friends and only moved from the couch because I was hungry.

I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to get something to satisfy my craving. I don't eat well at all, I have no appetite lately, I miss my brother and my house so much. Being here watching TV on the couch all day is not very pleasant and not fun either.

I haven't seen Nick since yesterday afternoon when he locked himself in his room. I know he went out because I heard his door open, but I didn't see him come back.

Will she be in her room, should I go find out? Actually, the idea of being alone in this house scares me. It's gigantic for just one person and every time you take a step, you can hear the sound echoing throughout the house.

I'm childish, but I've seen a lot of horror movies, okay? Bad things always happen in houses like this and I don't want to have my throat slit by anyone at least for now. If I know there's a person with me in the house I won't be so afraid of Jack the Ripper coming after me.

I went upstairs and walked down the hall, until I got to Nick's room. I knocked a couple of times, but no one answered. I opened the door a little and saw Nick lying on his bed and next to him a blonde girl, with her big breasts exposed and her head out of bed. My eyes widened like saucers and my heart started beating very fast.

When I saw Nick move I closed the door too fast and too loud, surely he must have heard. I ran to my room and locked myself in there, imploring Nick not to come and ask me for an explanation as to why I opened his bedroom door, because I don't have one.

I touched my chest and it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. I don't understand why I'm reacting like this. It is not the first time I see this scene with a man and a woman, I have seen my brother many times in these situations.

As I was trying to clear my thoughts when I felt a door slam and heard a girl's voice behind my door.

"You're a pig!" she shouted. It's the girl I just saw in Nick's room.

I heard her footsteps coming very dramatically down the stairs. I wanted to get out to make sure she was gone.

As I turned the doorknob I began to have second thoughts. What if Nick was behind my door? I would die of embarrassment. He knows I came into his room like a snoop. I did it because I was afraid, but that doesn't make it right.

Letting out a big sigh I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep, even though it was four in the afternoon.

Before I could fall asleep my cell phone started ringing. It made me startle, so I fell out of bed.

My arm was the one that broke my fall and all my weight was on it. When I got up my arm hurt too much, but that didn't stop me from grabbing the phone, it could be my mother.

"Hello," I groaned trying to sound nice and not let it show that I was dead in pain.

"Samantha? Baby, are you okay?" Marcos's sweet voice made some of the pain go away and I sat up in bed, probably with a stupid smile on my face.

"Yes. I just fell off the bed,"  I said downplaying the matter, when I felt like my arm was going to break.

"Isn't your aunt or stepfather there?" Marcos' worried voice made my heart ache. How I wish he was here, with me.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," A pathetic attempt to get him not to worry, when I knew he was still going to be worried.

"Hard when you're five thousand miles away from me," I didn't know what to say to reassure him. I know inside he was angry that I left, but I hope he understood that he needed to.

"How's everything at home?" I asked wanting to deflect the topic.

"Fine, but feels weird without you and Millie, all she does is ask about you, she still can't bring himself to call you,"  I felt Marcos open the refrigerator and a can of... I don't know, something." You have to call her Sam,”

I didn't want to call her yet, I know she's going to cry and I'd want to cry too and I don't like it. I hate crying.

"I know, I will, just not yet ," The last part I mumbled.

He was going to give me a lecture on friendship, I know, I can see it coming. He was like my mother in that way, always trying to change my mind or make me a better person. Him attempts were pathetic and for me the time they made me listen to them was time wasted. I would not change.

"Sam, listen to me, I know you don't like it when I tell you these things... " Just before he could go on with his «Do the right thing» talk, someone knocked on the door.

Sometimes that door was blessed.

I opened it thinking it was Olivia, but no, to my luck, it was Nick. I held up my index finger to him signaling him to wait a second.

"Who is it?" asked the disrespectful Nick and my boyfriend at the same time. I covered the phone so Marcos wouldn't hear me.

I don't think knowing a guy is in my room is good. He was never jealous, but I don't want him to start that now, that I'm so far away from him.

"I'm talking to my boyfriend. So if you can keep quiet for at least five more seconds I'd appreciate it," Nick, nodded his head and started counting on his fingers. I turned around and sat on my bed.

"He's nobody. If you see John tell him that I miss him and that.... " Before I could continue, I saw how Nick had his palm and fingers open showing them to me. I rolled my eyes trying to ignore him, but I saw a defiant look on his face. I turn up the corner of my lips and what follows next almost made me tear his face off.

"Oh Samantha, come to bed with me! Dump your stupid, flabby boyfriend and let's go for a fifth round or was it six? I think it was more, but who knows. You're wild, girl and I want more of your ass in me..." I cut the call off before he could continue. I looked at him and he was laughing his ass off.

I was furious. I grabbed the pillows that were at the head of my bed and started throwing them at Nick's head with all my might. He was so distracted laughing that he didn't see when the «pretty hard» pillows were about to land on his head. When they did Nick almost fell over.

"You don't attack someone when they are distracted," He argued with wanton indignation. He was glaring at me, trying to intimidate me.

"You had it coming, I told you to keep quiet and instead of doing that you put me on the spot with my boyfriend," I defended myself by crossing my arms. Trying as much as possible to keep his eyes from connecting with mine. Every time they did, my heart threatened to burst out of my chest. It wasn't a feeling I wanted to have often. In fact, never.

"What's the problem? They'll be done soon. Probably go ahead the inevitable,"  I opened my eyes like saucers.

"Excuse me?" I asked through gritted teeth. “Tell me, who are you to butt into my business?”

"And who are you to come into my room without my permission? I think we're even,”

I had every intention of answering, but he was right. I couldn't argue with him.

"What do you want, Nick?" I wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"I wanted to tell you not to come into my room anymore,”

"That's okay. I'm sorry, I was just scared and I wanted to know if you were home, I never imagined you were with a girl,”

"I don't care what the reason is. Just don't," He turned around, walked out of my room and down the stairs. I didn't stop until I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Nick is one of the rudest people I've ever met in my life. When we were kids he was the sweetest kid I had ever met. Now he is one of the nastiest people I have ever met. How can a person change so much?

My mind is focused on the jerk when right now I should be calling Marcos to apologize for what just happened.

Damn, I'm a cool girlfriend.