Noc 3

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Ashley handed Carly the pills and told Megan and her not to take too much advantage of Aaron as she kissed them goodbye and left.

Aaron didn’t even attend his own parents’ funeral. He hadn’t left his room in five days. He couldn’t stand the pain, it felt like his brain was growing past the size of his skull and it was being smashed against the bone. He tried not thinking but hated wasting his free time attempting to become brain dead. The day before the funeral, he just gave up and tried thinking through everything hoping to get everything off his mind. Since then, he could barely stand up from the pain and hadn’t left his bed since, except the occasional crawl to the bathroom. Using the pills Ashley gave him, at the only effective dosage, only put him to sleep where he felt no pain but he could only watch as the days just passed by. The only comfort he felt was when he woke up to Carly holding him and they talked a while before his head slowly became unusable.

Megan tried avoiding Aaron while he was awake and only visited him while he slept. She couldn’t understand how Carly could be with him as he suffered so much. She spent most of her free time with her dad who was home for four days before he had to leave again. He left for a pilots conference cross country but would be back in a week.

Ashley, prolonging her major case the past week and a half, could hold out no longer and had to travel across the state to devote all her time on her client and the trial. She drilled numbers and names into Carly for emergencies and had set up their neighbors to check on them every day. She’d prefer them to go live with her husband’s parents for the time they’d be alone but with Aaron, things would just get too complicated, and nobody living close enough could take time from work to stay with the girls and Aaron. Carly begged and vowed that she could handle everything. She wanted to babysit that summer but her mom insisted that fifteen years old was too young; but now she had the perfect opportunity to prove she was responsible enough.

Carly held the pills in her hand and began reading the instructions. Her mom mentioned that they would be able to wake up a dead horse. Ashley didn’t let her know how many strings she had to pull to get the pills without a prescription though. She didn’t think it mattered much as her husband was taking him to the doctor when he got back from his conference. She gave him a pill the night before as well and he showed only positive signs in the afternoon before she left. She did though let Carly and Megan know that it did have strong influential effects on the user, so he could be easily manipulated. She joked that if the pills worked well enough, they may be able to get him to clean his room or the whole house. At that, Carly just showed a slight smile to please her mother over her not so well timed joke while Megan smiled wide thinking about other uses for him besides cleaning.

Aaron was feeling great, at least compared to the past week. He could think clearly and most all the pain was gone. He felt almost too happy, but he was not about to complain. He felt himself regaining his sanity through the naps that he took since Ashley gave him the pill but this time he woke up feeling great despite the overwhelming urge to take a piss. He sat up on his bed and walked quickly over the clothes covering the floor of his room and quickly skipped to the bathroom and unloaded his bladder into the toilet.

Carly walked upstairs to check on Aaron and found his room empty. She sat down on the bed and scanned the filthy dark room. She decided that she would clean it a bit since she couldn’t stand looking at the mess and hoped that maybe it would cheer Aaron up a bit.

Aaron felt like getting some sun and fresh air. He hated the dark messy dungeon of his room. He walked past his room seeing Carly picking up a shirt and throwing it to the laundry basket and feeling more like himself now, he decided to sneak by and let her do a little more cleaning before he showed back up. He snuck down the stairs, into the living room and past the kitchen onto the back patio by the pool.

Megan caught a glimpse of him and followed. She met him on the bench in the corner. Aaron quickly scanned her body, from her kicking white and pink tennis shoes, past her tiny ankle socks, up along her thin tanned legs to her short pink shorts, to her tight white t-shirt, and finally to her face and eyes who were staring back into his.

“You feeling better?” Megan asked with Aaron nodding.

“I heard you in the shower this morning,” she said.

“Yeah, but I think I need another one after sleeping in my bed, I feel so greasy,” Aaron explained. “I haven’t seen you much lately,” he continued.

Megan looked down to her lap and muttered, “I don’t like seeing people hurt… I’m sorry.” A strong feeling of selfishness struck Aaron seeing her saddened by what he said.