WARNING: THIS MATERIAL IS NOT SUITED FOR CHILDREN.
The sun’s light peeked in through the drapes the next morning and chased away the shadows of the night. Shelly woke in a foul mood. Her dreams held nothing but the worst of nightmares. Not only did she get eaten by zombies, but this time Spencer was there, laughing in the background.
She cursed Arthur’s name as she got dressed. How dare he scare her like that, putting ideas of a terrorist living in their house through her mind. Like they didn’t have enough to worry about already. Her back ached from tossing and turning all night, and she opened the door with less motivation than she had in days.
The bustle of the morning routine hit her square in the face when the noise of chatter from downstairs reached her ears. If everyone was up, that meant she’d slept in. And she hated sleeping in. Nothing was worse than being behind in schedule.
Well, turning into a walking corpse was worse, but still.
Shelly reached the kitchen much faster than anticipated and skidded to a stop to watch as folks were piling their dirty dishes in the sink and leaving to start their tasks for the day. Great, now she would eat alone. And since she was last, she was in charge of washing dishes.
“Fan-freaking-tastic.” Shelly grumpily grabbed some food from the pantry and slumped in the kitchen chair. As she took a bite, Spencer slapped a spot on the table in front of her, making her jump.
“You took me by surprise,” Shelly said, placing a hand over her heart. If she wasn’t fully awake before, she was now.
Spencer smiled. “You’re late.” He grabbed a chair and turned it backwards, sitting down and leaning his chin on the back of it.
His presence started to make her feel better because his added company meant not being alone, but guilt clawed its way into her chest. She couldn’t stop thinking about Arthur’s words.
“Did you eat yet?” She figured it’d be best to start with a neutral topic before she dove into the nitty gritty. It might make things awkward between them if she brought up what Arthur found out, but at least she’d know the truth—that he wasn’t some freaking terrorist. Then she could tell Arthur to shove his paranoia where the sun didn’t shine.
“Yeah. And your boyfriend was here too. He kept giving me the evil eye for some reason.” Spencer winked.
Shelly laughed awkwardly. ”About that.” She put her food down and looked him in the eye. “Are you a terrorist?” Guess it was time to see if he’d sink or swim.
Spencer blinked. “What makes you think that?” He folded his arms.
“Arthur sort of…he kind of…” She took a deep breath and tried again. “Look, he went through your things.”
“What?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed as his hands into fists.
“Well, he got jealous because of all the attention you’ve been giving me.” That was the best explanation she could come up with.
“What did he find out?” Spencer asked through clenched teeth. Shelly’s appetite vanished as this new side of Spencer leaked out. His body shook with rage, his fists turned white, and she could’ve sworn steam came out of his ears.
“Hey, it’s not like you were hiding a body in there or anything.” Shelly tried to pass it off as nothing to calm him down, but it didn’t help.
Without another word, Spencer got up and left.
-Catch the next bit by the end of this month or the beginning of next month-
Kela McClelland has been such a good friend for helping me critique the continuation of my short story! She caught a lot of errors and gave great suggestions. You can find her blog here: http://teardropsonmybook.blogspot.com/ OR you can follow her on twitter: @kelamcclelland.