Accidents #6

Accidents #6

I seriously thought I could get some rest.  Apparently, my aunt thinks that the perfect time to come and get me is when I am on the edge of sleep.   “Where the heck is my niece?” my aunt roared once more, “If you have that girl locked in a-” she stopped as I walked out of the office,   “O.C!”  I tried to brace myself, but getting a hug from my aunt is like being ran over by a tractor.  “Can’t breath!” I barely managed to get the words out.

“Oh my gosh O.C. you have no idea what I have went through tonight.”  She started blabbing how she got my call in the middle of making beef stroganoff and how she trusted uncle Sean to make, and a bunch of other random problems.  “Aunt Rose!” I snapped, “Let’s talk about this on the way home, okay?”

“Yes, it’s fine.  Do you need to pick up anything from your house?”

“Yea, I should probably pack a bag because I don’t know how long I will be staying, but hopefully not long.”

“Then, what are we waiting for!  To your house we shall travel.”  Other thing you might want to know about my aunt, she is addicted to Shakespeare.

It was the longest trip to my house ever.  That is saying a lot, considering the fact that my house is less than twenty minutes away.  However, my aunt was blabbing the whole way over there about how she knew that my father wasn’t dead and how my mom was probably wondering about me at the moment.  Honestly, she can be the most annoying person on earth when it comes to talking.  “Aunt Rose!”  I snapped, “I am really tired, can I just rest for the last five minutes of the trip?”  Although I wasn’t really asking she replied, “I am sorry, it’s just I was so afraid of losing my brother and his family and having at least one member not get in the accident is such a relief for me and hones,”  

“Can I please sleep?”

“Yes, I will tell you when we arrive.”

“Thank you, Aunt Rose.”  I said as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.  

Shaking me, my Aunt Rose said, “We’re here O.C. can you hurry and get your things?”

Nodding, I got out of the car unsteadily and walked up my driveway to the door.  Everything looked the same as when I left it, except the air felt unsteady and empty.  Climbing the stairs, I opened my door and grabbed a few outfits because I didn't know how long I would stay at my aunt and uncle’s house before I came back here.  When I entered the living room, I saw something I hadn’t noticed before, the window to the kitchen was wide open.  A feeling of uneasiness settled over me.  Was it possible someone was in my house, someone was getting ready to rob us.  “Hello,” I called, “Is someone here?”  As I expected, no one answered my call.  Trying to shrug off the feeling I grabbed my phone and walked back to the front door.  All of a sudden, someone or something tackled me to the ground and I fell face flat on the cream colored floor.