River of Lies by Sammy King Page A

stop them from coming.
    “I’m going out with Chantelle, I’ll be back later” I heard Tilly say from my door, with a sharp tone in her voice.
    I felt dad get up and heard him as he left the room. I lay in bed and cried silent tears, until I had nothing left.  When I finally left the safety of my bed and went into the lounge room, I saw that Michael and Shelly had left too.  I went into the kitchen, to start the tedious job of cleaning the house, to make it look more respectable again. As I was wiping the beer and bong water off the last of the bench tops, I heard the front door open and heard Tilly call out goodbye to Chantelle.  I could feel a headache beginning to form in the base of my skull.  Tilly came into the kitchen, and put her bag on the counter that I had just cleaned.
    “Thank you for cleaning” she said, not looking at me.
    “It’s ok” I mumbled.
    When I heard her shut her bedroom door, I went into the bathroom, and locked myself in to run a bath.  My head was now pounding.  I looked at my face in the mirror, and could see huge dark bags had formed under my eyes.  I suddenly realised just how tired I was. I laid in the bath, and soaked in the hot water, until the water turned cold. When I came out of the bathroom, I could hear Tilly talking with dad in the kitchen, it sounded like she was crying. 
    “Mon?” Tilly called.
    I went into the kitchen, tears streamed down her face, and dad sat holding her hand.  He looked up at me, with concern on his face.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked frowning.
    “Dylan says he wants to break up with me, he says he can’t live with me while I’m mean to you.” she sobbed. “Did you tell him to leave me?”
    I looked at my dad, who was staring at me; His face told me that Dylan had chosen me. His looked urged me to come clean but I didn’t know what to say.
    “Where is he?” I asked. Tilly shrugged her shoulders.
    “I dunno, probably gone to his mum’s.  Are you fucking him?” she said into her cup of coffee, as she wiped her face with tissues.
    I stared at my dad, whose eyes were pleading with me.
    “Um, no” I said.  “I’m tired; I’m going to go to bed”
    I didn’t even look at my dad as I turned to head to my bed.
    “Mon?” Tilly called before I left the kitchen.
    I turned to face her, she had lifted her face from her coffee, and I could see her face was stained with tears and her eyes bloodshot.
    “You’ll know I’ll kill you if you have fucked my boyfriend”
    I nodded and turned away, and locked myself in my room, as tears flowed down my face, wetting my pillow.
    That night my dreams were filled with images of Dylan and my mum, they were both talking, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.  When I woke up, I felt like I hadn’t really slept at all. I got up and went into the toilet, when I looked down at my pants, worry was starting to grip me, I had been due for my period for two days, and yet there was still no sign of it. While I sat on the toilet pondering what I could do, and worrying about what I would do if I was pregnant, I heard the familiar voice of Dylan.
    I walked into the hallway, just out of sight, and strained to hear what they were talking about. I could hear Tilly apologise through tears and sobs.  Dylan was telling her that it was alright and that he would come back. When I heard them moving around the lounge room, I quickly darted into my bedroom, so as not to be seen and heard their bedroom door shut.  My heart sunk, and I had to control the jealousy that was raging inside me. As much as I was glad that Dylan wasn’t leaving, I was furious that he could put his dick inside that poisonous bitch.  I flopped back down on my bed, and fell back into a deep sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight.
    When I woke the next morning, the house was silent. I quietly went into the kitchen and started making my breakfast; I hadn’t eaten properly for a few