Quess what? More about Amber!
Aug. 20th, 2004 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crowsI awoke early, and exhausted, as brilliant rays of sunlight cut their way across my room from the window. My head ached like little I’ve felt since, and, barely conscious, I stumbled across to the window to draw the curtains. Stumbling back, I discovered a glass of water by my bedside by almost knocking it over, and drank it. It was about this time – they must have heard me stirring – that Trent angled his head around the door, heralded by a timid knock.
“Good morning.” I waved, seating myself at the nearby vanity instead of collapsing back into bed. It took a great deal of discipline. I cleared my throat, riveting my swollen eyes on Trent. “Look…” He continued, sidling around the door and closing it quietly behind him. “I have some business to attend to, back in town…” A stab of panic hit me from his halting speech and manner. Was he going to go back and absolve himself with his father? Turn me in? Abandon me? “And I know that you don’t know these guys very well, but I promise they won’t treat you badly… and that they won’t tell anyone about you…”
“What business?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“What business is taking you back to the city.”
“Oh… you know, just stuff with my apartment. Forrest was going to come with me, so that I could get my car. I’m not going back to the lab or anything…” He must have read the uneasiness in my expression. “I was just wondering if you’d be alright to stay with the guys for a few days.”
I relaxed, and nodded. “I’m going to go back to bed, first. Are you leaving now?”
“Soon. Catcher’s making breakfast… I’ll have him hold off on yours. Do you need anything?” His voice had softened again, the momentary tension between us smoothing. Strange as it was, considering my preoccupations, I was beginning to look on Trent more as a friend than a guardian. He was a laid-back sort, strikingly easy to get along with, and I owed him some small admiration, at least, for what he’d done for me in the last few days.
I smiled, in earnest, and nodded. “Thank you, Trent. Really. Be careful… keep in touch with your friends, if anything happens, alright?”
He requited my smile in kind, and exiting the room without another word.
Now, I turned, and looked into the mirror at my right. All my crying last night had done my already less-than-perfect visage no boon. On top of the bruises to my mouth and cheek, my eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with angry, red flesh. My hair was an unbrushed mat of dull brown, in bad need of washing, and I’d the sallow look of one who’d not been eating well. My ravenous hunger, however, was going to have to wait for a few more hours rest.
Returning to the bed, I pushed myself beneath the quilts and slept all but instantly.
“Good morning.” I waved, seating myself at the nearby vanity instead of collapsing back into bed. It took a great deal of discipline. I cleared my throat, riveting my swollen eyes on Trent. “Look…” He continued, sidling around the door and closing it quietly behind him. “I have some business to attend to, back in town…” A stab of panic hit me from his halting speech and manner. Was he going to go back and absolve himself with his father? Turn me in? Abandon me? “And I know that you don’t know these guys very well, but I promise they won’t treat you badly… and that they won’t tell anyone about you…”
“What business?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“What business is taking you back to the city.”
“Oh… you know, just stuff with my apartment. Forrest was going to come with me, so that I could get my car. I’m not going back to the lab or anything…” He must have read the uneasiness in my expression. “I was just wondering if you’d be alright to stay with the guys for a few days.”
I relaxed, and nodded. “I’m going to go back to bed, first. Are you leaving now?”
“Soon. Catcher’s making breakfast… I’ll have him hold off on yours. Do you need anything?” His voice had softened again, the momentary tension between us smoothing. Strange as it was, considering my preoccupations, I was beginning to look on Trent more as a friend than a guardian. He was a laid-back sort, strikingly easy to get along with, and I owed him some small admiration, at least, for what he’d done for me in the last few days.
I smiled, in earnest, and nodded. “Thank you, Trent. Really. Be careful… keep in touch with your friends, if anything happens, alright?”
He requited my smile in kind, and exiting the room without another word.
Now, I turned, and looked into the mirror at my right. All my crying last night had done my already less-than-perfect visage no boon. On top of the bruises to my mouth and cheek, my eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with angry, red flesh. My hair was an unbrushed mat of dull brown, in bad need of washing, and I’d the sallow look of one who’d not been eating well. My ravenous hunger, however, was going to have to wait for a few more hours rest.
Returning to the bed, I pushed myself beneath the quilts and slept all but instantly.