All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Emmet listened out as Lila left the floor, going downstairs to complete whatever work that she needed to do that day to support both of them, and let out a sigh in relief after counting to ten and confirming that yes, she really would be downstairs and wouldn't be returning back up, leaving him safe. He had worked out that she worked from before sunrise to after sunset, significantly longer after sunset than before sunrise, and would only come upstairs again to pick up her lunch and a snack later on, to keep her going through the day, before she would return one final time where she wouldn't leave to go back down. That schedule would persist for six days at a time, with the seventh day lasting to approximatly sunset, where Lila would return upstairs early and would sequester herself away in her room to be completely alone, not at all particularly interested in interracting with Emmet. It was easy enough to move around the floor without actually tipping her of

Emmet had quickly found that, in the absence of a zimmerframe or some kind of real or proper physiotherapy equipment, he would have to make do with the window sill and the walls of the bedroom, that he had been willingly confining himself in, to do as best as he could to try and build up some of the strength that he had before he had sustained all his injuries and then handcuffed into lying down. It had belatedly occurred to him that at some point, the catheter inside him had been removed, allowing him to move around once more freely, but that he had no memory of the event, whether it be for his own good or not. No matter what, it was still suspect, and it would simply be absolutely terrible if Lila was the one to do it so, having no idea how catheters were inserted and removed from the human body, not that he particularly wanted to know anyway. The fact that Lila knew details about something so private him felt like an insult, a condescention, and an imbalan

Emmet had begun standing at the window of the guest room that Lila had set him up, watching the street below and seeing the goings on that happened outside the little room that had encompassed the entirety of his world. The windows on the other side of the street reflected back the sign of Lila’s café. ‘Church Street Coffee’ was what she had apparently decided to name it. In his opinion, it was a terrible name and uncreative to name it after the street it was on. It seemed that her creativity only extended to finding ways to torture him, leaving nothing else to apply to other facets of her life. The café seemed to be the shortest building in the area as well. The building on the other side of the street, exactly opposite to the cafe, stood much higher and looked to be four floors tall, the walls dark tinted glass and surrounded by shiny metal frames. There was a school at the end of the street which stuck out like a sore thumb. It was guarded by tall

On the Fifth Day of ChristmasMy True Love gave to meFive Golden RingsFour Calling BirdsThree French HensTwo Turtle Doves And a Partridge in a Pear Tree   The sky was covered in a thick cover of black clouds, stretching out far and wide to prevent even the slightest slivers of silver light to pass through, obscuring the moon and all the constellations of the stars that Lila had always been able to look up at as she had grown up. On some particularly bad days, Lila climbed out of her blankets, opened the curtains and then had simply stared out at the sky, trying to find and point out all the stars that she had memorised off from the star maps that had been in her primary school library, all of them read, traced over time and time again, and fully engrained in her mind by the time she had left primary school. At High School, her interest had waned further

On the Seventh Day of ChristmasMy True Love gave to me Seven Swans a SwimmingSix Geese a Laying Five Golden Rings Four Calling BirdsThree French HensTwo Turtle DovesAnd a Partridge in a Pear Tree. Lila finished the rest of the journey scowling to herself on her bus seat, wondering why the town, despite knowing all about her situation, despite how hard she had worked to hide it to prevent extra ostracism, still did nothing to help her or her family. She wondered how dis attached someone had to be to excuse those acts of violence, terror, and abuse that were happening right underneath their noses and then still go on with their day as if nothing bad had been going on. Dimly, she wondered what would've happened if she had killed her parents in a fit of violent rage and anger and whether she would be able to get away with murder, considering the apathy of all the individuals around her, in light of all she had learned just then. It was then she decided that she really have ough