Chapter Seven: Visitors

Forbidden. After his little "escapade" in the woods with his deranged family, Evan finds his nerves shaken to point where he feels sick and must stay home alone from school with some visitors.

FORBIDDEN

 

BY: J O S H U A  D O N A H U E

Chapter Seven

Visitors

 

This time I didn’t think I was dreaming, I knew I was dreaming. For starters, I was in the same field again like before; only this time, it wasn’t night. The sun was shining down its intense heat as if it was just preheating like an oven. I saw the same field again with its tall, wispy weeds growing out of the dirt and the tall trees as motionless as ever surrounding it like a fence. I felt the same emptiness as before as if I was alone…or so I thought.

            I glanced over to my right looking for something---anything---that would indicate why I had returned to this forsaken place. However, my eyes saw nothing but more weeds and a few trees beyond them.

            I swiveled my head to my left in hopes for something in that direction that could be my guide.  I saw the exact same thing as I had on my right, only something odd caught my gaze. It looked like…a gap of some sort in the weeds that ran quite a distance towards the trees.

            I walked forward towards the gap. It appeared as if it was at least a football field away, but I somehow managed to reach it in less than a few seconds.

            I stepped one foot out of the weeds when my foot crunched under a few stray pieces of gravel. Then, as I revealed myself to the rest of the road, my other foot hit nicely-packed dirt. I looked in the direction of the trees and saw that the road seemed to go into them like a dirt-covered fruit roll-up that had been unraveled past its intended length and down a monster’s throat. For the first time, I truly looked into eyes of the trees and realized they were just as dark in daylight as they were at nighttime.

            Trying my best to ignore their presence, I turned behind me to look in the opposite direction in which the road led. I saw just another plain sight that was practically featureless.

            I started to travel back into the itchy field when a sudden memory blasted me. I’ve been here, I thought. I had actually been in the same location before in reality; I had traveled the exact same road before!

            Instantly, I knew why I felt a flash of reminiscence in that field that I had traveled through when I went with Luke into the woods with his deranged family. Because this was the same field!

            Then another questioned filled my skull: Why?

            Why had I already had two dreams about a field, and why was it just a coincidence that I had actually been in the same field already?

            I turned around just as my head began to become boggled like the game Scrabble when my surroundings began to stick to me. I realized I was completely alone in the middle of a gargantuan field with nothing to amuse myself with. Unless I wanted to count clouds or weeds, then I was out of luck.

            I searched around for any sign of life, but I found none.

            Seeing no other option, I started down the dirt road in the opposite direction of the trees. I only got a few yards when my ears detected a strange thumping noise that sounded like feet attacking the ground with such a powerful thrust.

            I looked back and saw only the weeds---which were probably laughing at how stupid I was acting.

            I strolled onwards in hopes of maybe finding a highway or something in which I could find a way out of this wicked dream. I got a few more yards before I heard the same noise again, only louder.

            This time, when I turned around, I was instantaneously knocked backwards onto the hard dirt.

            I could feel mounds of fur contacting my skin through touch, and when I looked up at my attacker, I saw the same thing I had before: yellow, ominous eyes.

*      *      *

Monday. That was the day of the week now---I think. My head sort of hurt and everything was a little hazy at first when I lifted my wild-haired head from the comfort of my pillow, and I looked around my messy room. As soon as I leaned up, I had to lean right back down because I had an instant head rush. I glanced sideways at my alarm clock for a moment and saw scrambled numbers. However, after a minute or so of concentrating on it, I finally saw that it was nine o’ clock in the morning; some sunlight was shining through the curtains of my windows which gave me even more of a migraine. I started to get up and seal the curtains when my mother came in.

            “Oh honey, how are you feeling?” she asked with worry written all over her face.

            “Crappy. Why didn’t you wake me for school?”

            “Sweetie, you have been burning up with a fever all morning. I think you’re sick.”

            “I feel sick,” I said hoarsely.

            “Look. Just lay down, and I’ll close the curtains for you. Then I’ll call in sick from work, and I’ll go to the pharmacy over in the next town to get you some medicine; then I’ll come back. Sound good?”

            “Mom, no. Go to work, I’ll be fine. I promise. I think I can handle a small sickness.”

            She pursed her lips with her hands placed on her sides. “Okay. Well I am at least going to the pharmacy. Only then will I go to work.”

            It was as far as I could get with her. At least now I realized where I got some of my stubbornness from.

            “Sweetie, what happened last night?” she asked.

            “I…fell. Some dog came at me out of nowhere and chased me. I fell, and fought with the dog for a few minutes. It happened on my way home last night,” I lied easily. It took me an entire night to come up with such a feeble lie.

I would ponder over the truth when she left.

            “Why didn’t you have Luke bring you back home?” she asked me with obvious suspicion in her voice.

            “I wanted to walk. Just for the exercise,” I said simply.

            “Okay. Well, I’ll call Luke and tell him you’re alright then. I better go on and head to the pharmacy. Be back soon,” she said.

            “Uh…no. You don’t have to call Luke. I’ll call him,” I told her.

            “Are you sure?” she asked from my doorway.

            “Yeah.” It was another lie. But I didn’t want my mother having any kind of communication with Luke at the moment.

            After a few minutes passed and my mom left for the pharmacy, my head swirled again like a slushy.

            Was…Was last night real? Or was it all a dream? I thought.

I mean, if it was a dream, then it was a pretty vivid and wicked-cool dream. But if it was reality---Well, I didn’t really want to think about that at the moment. Then my intuition kicked in. I began to feel the aching of my legs like they had run a mile away, and I saw my heap of clothes from last night and they weren’t really a pretty sight. I reached over to my stand and snatched my cell phone up and checked for any new messages in hopes that maybe Luke had left me any. But there were none.

            I let out a gust of air from my lungs in frustration, trying to recall the truth about last night, but then I felt the extent of a major headache. I let out a groan, and I rolled onto my side, sitting my phone back on my stand, falling back into a comfortable slumber.

Later, my over-parenting/over-protective mother called about an hour after she arrived to work to check in on me and to see how I was doing. My headache was easing down, and I was officially able to move around without such an aggravation with the help of her medicine, so I was doing better, I had told her. Before she hung-up however, she informed me that she was going to be at work all day to make up the time she had lost. But then she said she would be calling several more times to check in and make sure I had taken my medicine. Then---finally!---she hung up.

            No adults. No rules. Just pure fun! Except I wasn’t exactly in the best condition to have fun at the moment, but that was beside the point.

            I ended up taking a nice, warm, rejuvenating shower and slipped into some fresh clothes. Afterwards, I played my Xbox and ended up kicking a twenty-five year old’s butt in Halo. Then I went online through my social networking profiles and cleaned all of those messages and whatnot out. Then I hit up the web and watched a few movies that were playing in theaters that some dude recorded illegally. And the day continued on like that: games, music, movies, etc. Anything to block that memory out of my mind.

*      *      *

“…The virus that has been spreading around the Carolinas is steadily growing, say analysts. So far, there have been more than 66 deaths due to the unseen disease, not counting the 43 people who have been admitted to local hospitals with the infection. Doctors are concerned that as the weeks continue, more people will be coming in by the loads, overflowing the hospital rooms with the virus and being unable to contain it. However, doctors are taking precautions as it is by transporting those in serious condition to fellow hospitals with available room. Hospitals have also been taking safety precautions by requesting those infected to enter the building in a special door where they will immediately be placed in a safety-coated room. Meanwhile, scientists are working on figuring out the virus, where it came from, and whether or not the disease is contagious. No word yet on the solution to any of those questions, however…”

I ignored the rest of the newscaster’s words as I was beginning to fall asleep. Whatever she had to say was unimportant to me. I was relaxing on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap and a glass of kool-aid on the table. School had gotten out about an hour ago and my body was still easing down, but I was feeling loads better than before. I was at the doorstep of the Land of Sleep when I heard a knock at the door; then the doorbell rang.

            My body leapt up from surprise, spilling half my bowl of uneaten popcorn all over the floor from the noise. I bent to pick up my mess out of fear of my mother’s wrath, when the doorbell rang again.

            “Coming! Hang on a sec’,” I shouted towards the intruder.

            After the mess was quickly cleaned, I rushed towards the door---which showed me how pretty sick I still was because my body was in quite a little pain.

            It rang again.

            As I was opening the door, I said, “I said I’m com---ing.” I swung the door open and stammered on my last word as I realized the identity of the person ringing my doorbell.

            It was her.

            “Hey. I---I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would---um---stop by, and, you know, say ‘hi’,” Summer said.

            “Hi,” I said as conventional as possible.

            “Can I---um---come in?” she asked.

            Was I hallucinating? Or is it a prank television show?

            “I’m sorry, what?” I had to be sure that my ears were in perfect order.

            “Can I come in? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want me to, seeing as how we barely know each other and all, but---”

            “It’s totally fine. Sure, come---in.” I had no grip on how my words escaped my mouth.

            “Thanks,” she said as she walked through the doorway.

            And yet, I just stood still with my hand still on the doorknob and the door wide open.

            “Oh, right…” I muttered to myself, and shut the door.

            My body began to become completely crazy: my heart sped up and sounded like the washing machine when my mom goes all-out with the laundry, my brain seemed to freeze and I could hardly breathe, and my body was a little numb throughout. It was like the cafeteria scene all over again! But this time was a little bit different because it had a different aroma to it; now that I was in a closed space with her, I could actually catch a scent to her. The scent was significant to me and sweet. It was like the scent of honeydew. I took a short whiff of it, and instant peace swallowed me into its own little world.

            “So…Um…What’s up…?” I said as dorkishly lamely as possible.

            “We’re partners. In chemistry, I mean,” she said.

            I must have given her a confused look because she then explained further on.

            “Yeah. Mr. Wallace decided to do something different this time. He made everyone choose a partner, and I didn’t get picked and you were absent. So he made us partners. But it’s all just for our assignment.” Then she handed me some papers that I didn’t notice by her side before. “Mr. Wallace asked if I could get these papers to you.”

            I scanned them, but I didn’t really absorb the information. “What do---we have to do?” I asked.

            “We have to bring the stuff on that list to chemistry tomorrow. We’re making candy.”

“And besides, I came by to check up on you because…well, you weren’t at school today and all,” she replied with calmness.

            “Oh, yeah. I---I was sick. Very bad cold. But I’m getting better now.”

            “So you haven’t been feeling funny or anything?”

            What an odd question. “No. Not really. Just the---um---cold.”

            “Oh…Well, that’s good then I suppose.” She looked like she had something on her mind.

            “…Yeah. So…you wanna soda or something?” It was the only cliché that came to my mind.

            “Sure, why not.”

            So I led her into the kitchen where I laid the papers down and I grabbed both her and me a can of soda out of the fridge. I handed it to her with a small clumsiness in my hand.

            “So…where’s your parents?” she asked me.

            “My mother’s at work,” I answered sheepishly, because I didn’t know if she would feel comfortable knowing that it was just me and her alone in the house.

            “Oh…so she’s a single parent then?”

            My mouth felt like overflowing with a mishmash of words, but I tried as steadily as possible to at least appear to be civilized. So I simply said, “No, a widow---I think that’s what you call it. My father died a few months ago.”

            She seemed saddened and embarrassed. “Oh…Sorry. I didn’t know.”

            “It’s okay. But what about you?”

            “Well…,” she seemed to choose her words prudently, “My parents are currently away at the moment on a business trip and won’t be back for quite some time.”

            I paid no attention to her anxiety when she said this. “Wow, that’s a relief. I thought this small town was full of people that didn’t cross outside the city limits.”

            She then let shine a glowing smile. “Yeah, this town can seem like it’s stuck in the old ages, but it gets better after a while. Plus, I find small towns like these quite homey.”

            “Oh, so this isn’t your hometown then?”

            “No. My parents force me to move every year or so. They drive me crazy with it. But for some reason they haven’t made me leave yet, so maybe they are starting to settle, who knows.”

            “Yeah.”

            Then the doorbell rang.

            Summer stiffened for a moment, then said, “I’m sorry. I must go. Thanks for the talk. It was nice. Really, it was. It’s just that I forgot that…there is something I must do.” Then she took off out the side door that led from the kitchen, and then out the open garage door, all before I got a chance to say “good-bye”. She even left her soda behind on the counter, along with the faint scent of her Honeydew lingering in the air.

            The doorbell rang again.

            I didn’t know who this could be, but whoever it was, had just ruined any chance I had of acting normal around Summer. When I opened the door, however, and found myself in a state of utter shock.

            “Hey---”I wedged in an enthusiastic coughing spree, “---Luke. What’s up?”

            At first, he seemed a little hesitant as he sniffed the air for a moment like he caught the whiff of something odd. Then he seemed back to his former self. “Hey. Can we---uh---talk?”

            I gave a convincing cough. “Sorry. I don’t feel too good right now. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to get sick too,” I said hoarsely and deceivingly.

            “Oh, right. Well, can I ask you something?” He seemed nervous.

            “Make it quick, ‘kay?”

            “Yeah. Um---Did we, uh---Did we freak you out last night?”

            “Actually I haven’t thought about it much.”---which is kind of true---“This cold has really got me down. I gotta go. See ya at school tomorrow if I feel better.”

            Then---very rudely and anxiously---before he could say anything more to keep the conversation going, I shut the door and let out a gasp of relief.

            I locked the door behind me, and went back to the couch to flop down and relax a little. All that fake coughing had really done a number on my throat. But then my head give a lurch, thinking back on Luke’s words to me.

            So last night really did happen!? I mentally said. How---I mean, my never-met-in-my-life-before family seemed normal and nice to me when we had first met. Now they had some kind of redneck/crazy-people-only club that they wanted me to join. And what about that chase after me? And that wolf-like animal that I had hit? Was all of that just hallucinations or reality? I questioned.

            I knew I wasn’t crazy---at least, not entirely.

            I knew my dad’s side of the family had some kind of club or gang going on and they wanted me to join---well, the males in the family anyway.

            And I knew there was something very odd about the actions of people that I have hung around lately---especially Summer.

            And last, but not least, I knew that all of it tied down to me. Therefore, I was stuck right dead in the middle of it---meaning it was going to have to be my job to solve all of this mess.

            But not today. Not now. Because right now, sleep was inviting me in.

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Author's Note

v2.0 UPDATE: I had a mistake about the location of the "pharmacy" in my story, but it is fixed now. Thank you trish420 for all of your helpful reviews!!!! :)

Okay. So I'm not sure exactly if this chapter turned out the way I had planned it to or wanted it, but this is the way it is. I won't say anymore because most people comment stuff on the 'note' I leave for you guys. But I am sure there are mistakes in this. So please, if you see them, then point them out to me. I would be eternally grateful! :) As always: Read. Rate. Review. xoxo

p.s. Evan's class WAS BIOLOGY, however, after some consideration and adjustments, it is NOW CHEMISTRY. Same teacher and environment, just different class title. :) If you're wondering why this is important, then you should Google the definition of biology and chemistry. :)

Reviews

[Havatara]

' “Look. Just lay down, and I’ll close the curtains for you. Then I’ll call in sick from work, and I’ll go to the pharmacy over in the next town to get you some medicine; then I’ll come back. Sound good?”
“Mom, no. Go to work, I’ll be fine. I promise. I think I can handle a small sickness.”
She pursed her lips with her hands placed on her sides. “Okay. Well I am at least going to the pharmacy. Only then will I go to work.” '

I don't know, the dialogue and the way you wrote for that entire section seemed off a bit, as though it wasn't the way you naturally talk.


'sitting my phone back on my stand'

Not entirely sure, but I'm pretty sure it's "setting."


'I was at the doorstep of the Land of Sleep'

I love that!


'And I knew there was something very odd about the actions of people that I have hung around lately---especially Summer.'

That also seemed a little off. I can't place why, though. . . .

This chapter pulls right off from the other chapter nicely. Summer, and Luke's interest in her, Is really making me think. Still no clear plot, but at the moment it's like an unknown enemy. Can't wait to read the next! As for grammar, all that I could've caught was stated already.

[trish420]

Just a small technicality b/c I'm OCD; his mom says she's going to go to the drug store in the next town in one staqtement and then it's narrated that she goes to the drug store IN Hale.... just wanna change one or the other :-)

[Kira]

Again, some parts were unnecessarily wordy, like 'I handed it to her with a small clumsiness in my hand' or 'I could feel mounds of fur contacting my skin through touch'. Otherwise, it just gets more and more interesting.

[bbb]

The only thing I would change is the usage of the word "dorkishly" because I'm pretty sure it's not an actual word. Maybe try 'densely,' 'lamely' or plain old idiotically. I found a couple other things but I'd have to re-read to find them. And here's a nit-picky thing; you don't need to capitalize 'honeydew.' Anyway, I still like the story as much as I ever did! It's definitely going down a road I want to travel. Keep it going! :)