Voices in the Wind {5}

We walked into the kitchen in a comfortable silence. I sat down at the small table in the middle of the room as Seth prepared dinner. Wait, it is dinner time right?

"What time is it?"

"Uhm, 5:30 p.m," Seth answered me looking at a clock I hadn't noticed in the room before. "Thanks," I told him politely, feeling a little ashamed of asking when I could have checked my self.

"No problem. Would you like hamburgers?"

"Sounds great!" It felt like a while since I last ate something. This morning was when I was making Justin's lunch. I wish I hadn't gotten mad at my mom and Clare this morning. It might be the last memory I have of them. It felt terrible, and once again, I felt that deep regret sinking in.

"What's wrong?" Seth asked me. I hadn't noticed the hot tears that now streamed my cheeks.

"I just feel bad, for what happened this morning. With my mom and my sister Clare I mean."

"Hey, it's going to be okay," He came over and starting rubbing my back. "Thanks," I mumbled.

Aaron then walked into the room, "What's wrong with Lanna?" he asked.

"She feels bad about what happened with her family this morning."

"And what exactly happened, Lanna?" Aaron asked.

"I got moody about having to make my brother's lunch, and I wanted Clare to do it. The last thing I thought about my sister was..." That little brat... I remembered thinking that, all too well now.

"Lanna! Are you going to be okay?" Aaron was suddenly beside me, taking me into his arms. By now I was bawling and ruining his shirt. "Its going to be okay.." he kept murmuring against my hair.

Seth just kept cooking me dinner, probably wanting to get me to eat soon, and get my mind off things. Truly, I wouldn't mind.

Once there was a hamburger in front of me, I sat down to eat. I wasn't truly over what had happened, but I felt insanely better knowing I had two people here for me. After eating I told the guys I wanted to rest, and I walked up to my room.

I layed down on my bed, and then I remembered that I had a cell. I searched my pockets, and sure enough I had found it. Before I could dial a number, someone's hand snatched it from me.

"No phone calls," Aaron told me in a serious voice, "We don't need anyone looking for you now. You must stay here unkown."

What he said was true, so I just sighed in defeat and layed down on my bed, feeling extremely tired. Within minutes I was in a deep sleep, with no dreams, just the softness of the bed below me, and the presence of two guys in the house. For some reason, I knew I was going to be okay and everything was going to work out.