Page 98 of Life To My Flight

It was nearly eleven at night…who would be over here that late?

Then I heard Molly’s voice, annoying and soft, as she yelled for Cleo to ‘open up.’

Sighing, I reached down for the discarded shirt of Cleo’s instead of my sweats and tank top.

Shuffling carefully though the doorway, I took it slow, not quite remembering if I’d picked up all the socks I’d been pairing only an hour before.

It was amazing how somewhere in between Cleo taking off his socks and the dryer that he could lose so many, but he managed to do it.

So I started a box of mismatched socks, and today it’d been so full that I thought it time to pair them.

Out of the thirty pairs I’d made, only five of them had been mine.

“Cleo,” Molly’s enraged voice came through the front door. “It’s dark out here, I’m in heels and I need to pee. Open up the door.”

If I wasn’t mistaken Molly sounded a tad drunk, too.

Joy, oh joy!

Unlocking the three locks on the door, I swung the door wide and was nearly ran over with Molly’s rush to get inside.

“Jesus, it’s about time. Turn on some freakin’ lights,” Molly whined.

She must’ve been walking to the bathroom, because her voice got less annoying the further and further away she got.

Then I heard an, “Eeek!”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Must’ve not gotten all of the socks after all.

Heh.

“Owww,” Molly groaned. “Why aren’t there any lights?”

Sighing, I answered. “The power’s out.”

“What are you doing here?” Molly seethed.

I wanted to shout out, ‘I live here,’ but I felt it prudent not to. That wouldn’t be good to diffuse her anger.

I really wished I knew why they hated me so much. What had I ever done to them other than make their brother happy? I didn’t break his heart, he broke mine. I didn’t leave him, he left me!

What had I done, I wanted to wail.

Did I do any of those things? No. Of course I didn’t.

I never yelled at anybody.

“I’m staying the night at Cleo’s, but he got called into work. Are you okay?” I asked, staying where I was so I didn’t fall on top of her.

It really was pitch black.

With Cleo’s place being in the middle of nowhere, and the lights being out on top of that, there was only pitch black darkness. There wasn’t even a moon tonight, on top of it all.

My phone was also on the verge of a low battery to boot, so I couldn’t use that for a light if I wanted to be able to use it to make a call later.

“I’m fine,” she snarled. “Can you take me home? I got the cab to drop me off here since I was closer to Cleo and I only had ten bucks.”

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