Skye didn’t know Kyra was upstairs crying.
Usually the first thing she would have done would be to go check the kids, find
out how their day was and tell them about hers. Today though…what would she
say? If she had gone upstairs and seen her daughter in the state she was in she
would have taken Kyra in her arms and told her everything would be alright.
Tonight…was different, she had no idea if it was going to be alright and she was
exhausted even though the day didn’t seem overly eventful except for her
queasiness at the Flea Market and the creepy old woman, which actually made her
feel like she hadn’t slept in days.
With her back against the
front door she felt her body begging to rest. Sleep was calling her but she
couldn’t go to bed just yet. Holding the box tucked under her arm she mustered
up the last of her rapidly depleting energy, pushed herself forward and
shuffled to the kitchen. The
light over the stove casted a dim light that slightly illuminated the hall. It
would flicker every now and then making an eerie hum that she heard all the
time but never seemed to notice until right now, and that just made it louder
in the empty room.
As
she shuffled forward Skye felt something hard hit the side of her foot and
realized she had kicked one of Angels hard rubber balls down the remaining
length of the hall into the kitchen. Not a moment later the stocky dog came
tearing around the corner from the living room to chase it. Her nails ticking
on the hardwood she began sliding around the corner, her hind legs slipped out
from underneath her making her loose her balance and she slid butt first into
the wall. Angel didn’t stop for a second as she scrambled to her feet and kept
on running almost knocking Skye’s left leg out from under her.
Skye caught her balance by shooting her hand out
to the wall and let out a soft sigh, it’s not like it’s the first time Angel
has almost given her an injury. Most of the time if she’s in the kitchen
especially cooking angel will lay right behind her and if she’s not paying
attention and steps backwards everything goes flying and Skye is toppling ass
over tea kettle to the floor and the dog doesn’t move. Continuing her way to
the kitchen she set the box on the center island counter top that Deacon had
designed before he died.
The granite floors contrasted well with the stark
white island and the hunter green walls. He had insisted on a dark kitchen
stating that he hated the way everyone else would go for pale colours or whites
and yellows. He said that because the kitchen faced south there was no need for
a light kitchen with the sun streaming into it all day, so Skye let him have
his way and it turned out very well. She felt the sting of memory threatening
her and struggled to push it down. Too much has happened without him and her
heart hurt every time she thought about him because the pain was still so raw.
“Why am I so tired?” she
said to herself in hopes that it would distract her from thinking about Deacon.
“Maybe some tea before bed will help.” She muttered. She turned towards the kettle on
the opposite counter beside the fridge and Angel was sitting in the doorway
with her ball in her mouth, tail swishing from side to side and small strands
of drool starting to dangle from it as she stood watching her human. Skye
smiled slightly “Bed, Angel.” Angel
cocked her head sideways, dropped the ball,
stood up and left the room Skye could hear her chains jingling as she
found her bed and fell silent.
Skye sighed and turned her attention back to the kettle
and with had a sudden feeling of detachment, like she was hovering outside her
body it was as if she was drifting until abruptly… it stopped. She wavered with
her finger over the button to turn on the kettle and right then she changed her
mind about the tea. “Screw it, where’s the wine.”
The cabinet beside the refrigerator with the wine
glasses in it was exactly what she wanted more than anything else right now.
She made her way towards it picking up the box off the counter in a swift
movement and moved it to the top of the cabinet. She took out a glass and a bottle of Pinot
Noir something cheap she found at a Beer and Wine store nearby and headed
upstairs to bed. As soon as she got to the stairs Kona was waiting for her at
the top, his thick tail swishing from side to side in anticipation of trying to
get up onto the bed as soon as she was asleep. He did it all the time and knowing
that made her feel better.
In the kitchen, on the top shelf of the
cabinet…the box vibrated gently…
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