章節 18: chapter 18
Wren stood under the hot water, convincing herself she didn't deserve it no matter how many times Percy had assured her. She avoided looking at her body afraid of what she might see or re-live. Combing through her messy hair, she winced, turning the loud shower. Wrapping herself in Percy's offered sweater its sleeves hanging over her hands. She left the bathroom, closing the squeaky door behind her, listening as it moaned. The hallway was clear, a desk neatly placed at the end and the walls coated with family pictures, she had only dreamed of. Making her way down to the living room in hopes of seeing Percy, she was taken about, adjusting as she saw Ronin soaked through as he stood near the door, Percy next to him.
She hadn't wanted to announce her presence, as it seemed that was impossible Percy quickly greeted her, with his smile the same smile she had remembered for so long, the smile she longed to have one day. Ronin suddenly grinned, straining his chin as he looked at Percy and at Wren, who lay in his thick red knit sweater. Implying they had slept together Ronin congratulated Percy, hoping he could forget the last 15 minutes that would ring in his head. Percy looked over, confused, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "No, I was just lending her my sweater," Percy exclaimed innocently. "Sure," Ronin scoffed, leaning on the sofa behind him.
Wren had settled on the stairs, her and Ronin's interaction had expelled her social extent for the day. She couldn't say more if she wanted to; Percy had taken that job as he rambled, assuming they were listening. Ronin's eyes had drifted onto Wren, his eyes following up her legs she had hidden under her baggy clothes. Wren's dark eyes had caught Ronin's drift, and suddenly, the place of comfort had become a tension she wasn't willing to continue. Her dark brown curly hair hung wet across her face; he hadn't realized he stood up until he was halfway to when a strange feeling eroded through him different than it had before; he looked down at her, catching her dark eyes he had almost craved, Ronin leaned on the railing over her. His wet hair dropped on her sweater; Wren almost wanted to shrink further into the sweater with each passing second that dropped from his wet hair. "You look like shit," Ronin squeezed out with a grin; wren's eyes watched his mouth as if the words had meant something else, something only she could understand. "I know," Wren responded, obviously respecting a conversation they had already had. "Well, will you look like shit tonight"? Ronin asked with a small confidence he had made it seem large. Wren looked down. "Yes," she said in barely a whisper she knew he could hear. Grinning, Ronin released the railing. He crossed the room, glancing back at her before he left the house, closing the door pleasantly behind him.
Suddenly, Percy rambling came back as he emerged from the hallway they hadn't noticed he went down, "Here, Ronin, I got you a towel." his words trailed as he found his presence gone from the room as if he had never been there, the wet puddle that lay by the entrance. Wren was startled as she heard Percy's parents' door open; the creaks of the stairs helped her build a fake tension she didn't want. His parents had greeted her in a strange way she could only think they were faking as they invited her to breakfast, horrified by the thought of turning them down. She followed, under Percy's parent's insistence. Not even the plane table was cold, as around it filled with memories. Percy's parents had done their best to talk to Wren. Her blank replies had deafened the conversation as she'd known they'd do. She couldn't stay, she couldn't keep pretending she belonged there. She thanked them for nothing before leaving, Percy following close behind her. "Wren," he began, his voice soft; he could tell she had left for a reason. Backing off, he waved a small smile, wishing she'd stayed longer as every bone in his body ached when he imagined what she would come home to, knowing not even his worst thoughts would come close.
Wren had barely left Percy's house; his want for her to stay was enough, but the house itself had been warm and inviting. She had only dropped that warmth when standing in front of her small house; the horrid feeling that always came back to her, the old rug she stood on for too long, rang in her thoughts. She opened the door slowly, sneaking inside. The small home was silent; her father had passed out on the small sofa, and she snuck past quickly. Her eyes caught her mother's hunched stature; it was a familiar scene when a wren walked. Her mother's eyes examined her fresh body; it wasn't long before she had been enveloped in her mother's arms. It was a cold feeling, she never thought she could fix. The "hug" had felt more like an apology than a source of comfort.
The cold feeling lingered throughout her body as the day dragged on; she crept into the kitchen, and a sudden release calmed her as her father appeared to be out of the house. The counters were piled with junk, the sink was full and the floor stuck to her bare feet. Ripping her feet off of the floor quickly, she gazed at me with her fathers as he forcefully jogged the door open. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, examining the sweater that reeked of an unfamiliar feeling, a warm feeling that didn't belong there.
Wrens gasped, pulling herself up from a slumber she hadn't remembered and didn't want to; a loud rustling echoed through her small room. She turned, meeting the sound at her small window; a shot of hope tickled her as she thought of Percy the warmth that had been stripped from her. Climbing up to the ledge, she lined her face with the window, suddenly staring into Ronin's brown eyes; the eyes she knew saw differently.
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