Afni pulled the curtain closed as she climbed out of the shower. She sighed, pulling her underwear off the floor and tugging it on. After a second, she tugged her jeans up over her hips, and her shirt over her head. She lifted the towel off the curtain rod, and bent over, rubbing it furiously over her head to dry her hair without using the dryer. She finally stood up again, putting the towel back, and walked out of the bathroom, knocking on Christopher's door and stepping inside.
"You feel better?" he asked over his music, looking up from his magazine.
"Yes, I do. I don't feel as guilty about yelling at her as before…" He smiled, and turned the page in his magazine, reaching over and turning his music down more. She crossed the room, closing his door, and sat beside him. "What're you lookin' at?"
"Some music catalog I found in the mail…" She looked at it upside down, and he lifted his eyes, watching her. After a second, he tossed the magazine to the floor, lifting her chin. "You don't have any reason to feel guilty. It's her fault for being…whatever it was that you called her on the phone…" She nodded, and looked back down at her hands. Christopher slid his hands over the bed, taking hers, and squeezed them. "You don't have any reason to feel guilty…" he repeated. "Believe me…She deserved it." Afni smiled, and slid a little closer to him, lifting her head to look at him.
"I know…it's just something I can't help…" He leaned over, kissing her, hard, on the lips. She slid her arms around his shoulders, and he tugged her over into his lap. She smiled into it, and he smiled back, his fingers tugging against the bottom of her shirt. Afni pulled him backwards, letting her back hit the bed, and felt herself laughing inside. Christopher roughly parted her lips with his tongue, and she moaned slightly, sliding her hands over his back. She felt his hands sliding onto her sides, and upwards, under her shirt. She smiled again, tugging him a little closer to her. His body was pressed against hers, and he kissed her harder, making her moan a little. They heard the faint sound of a slamming car door over the music, but ignored it, and kept making out on his bed. Afni heard the door downstairs close, then feet on the steps, and a knock on the door. As the handle turned, she pushed Christopher off, running her hands over her hair to flatten it out. It opened, and he looked up, seeing his mom in the doorway.
"Hey, mom…Thought you went out…"
"I did…But I realized I didn't have my cel phone, and you had it last, so…"
"Oh…right…" He turned around, moving some papers off his nightstand, and picked up the cel phone. His mom crossed the room, taking it.
"Thank you. Have fun!" she called, as she ran out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her. They sat in near silence, except for his radio, and waited to hear the car pull out of the driveway. After a minute, he looked back up at her, and smiled.
"I hate it when she does that…" Afni raised an eyebrow.
"How often does she walk into your room when you're making out with a girl?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Not what I meant. I meant, I hate it when she walks into my room without making sure I'm decent, or something. She just knocks and walks in, no pause or anything…I hate that…" He reached his hand up, touching her cheek. "God…You are so amazing, Afni…"
"Because no one makes me act the way you do…You make me…act so nice, and so kind, and so powerful…and so…everything I have never been before…And you know what?" She took a deep breath, but lifted her eyes to his.
"I love you for it…" She smiled, feeling her cheeks redden a little, but placed her hands firmly on the mattress, leaning over and pushing her lips against his. After a second, she pulled away, and stood up. "Where are you goin'?"
"Downstairs…Kinda thirsty…" He stood up, and followed her down the stairs, into the kitchen. As she pulled a glass from the cupboard, the doorbell rang. Groaning, he kissed her cheek, and jogged to the door.
"Hello?" Afni drowned out the conversation as she downed some water, but as she set the glass in the sink, and turned towards the door, she heard a raised voice.
"Damnit, Christopher, let me in! My daughter is coming home with me right now, do you understand me?" her father exclaimed.
"Sir, listen, she isn't…"
"Get out of my way…" She heard a thud, and Christopher groaned, as her father started down the hall. Afni stepped into the doorway, and found the door closed, and Christopher was on the floor next to it, rubbing his head. She rushed down the hall, kneeling beside him.
"Christopher, what happened? Are you alright?" He shook his head, looking up at her. She cried out as her father grabbed her shoulders, standing her up.
"What do you think you were doing, yelling at Kaitlin like that? All she's done since she's entered this family is be your friend, and you yelled at her? Called her a bunch of names, including a hypocrite? Who do you think you are, yelling at an adult like that? I know I did not raise my daughter to act like that!" She stepped back.
"Daddy, listen! She goes on for hours about how eavesdropping is wrong, but she did it to Jason and Ciniya! She hates me, she always has, because I've been the main…focus of your attention, of your worry. From the time I disappeared to the time I came home, you thought of hardly any more than me, and you prayed everyday that I would come home…And she hated me for it. She will never like me, because you love me so much. And if you hate the way I acted towards her, maybe you should catch her someday, when she doesn't know your there, and see how she acts towards me. The only daughter you have that had to honestly deal with the shit you and mom put me thru towards the end of your marriage. The only daughter who had to deal with losing her sister to kidnappers, and her brother to college, and had to grow up, and go to school, and do homework and chores, all on her own, without any help from her parents because they were too busy fighting! If you only want me to come home so that you can yell at me, and lecture me, for what I did, and what I said, to your precious wife, you can forget it! I'm not leaving Christopher now, do you understand that?" Her father reached down, shoving Christopher away from the door, and, grabbing her wrist as tightly as possible, he yanked her out the door, and down the front walk.
"Yes, I understand, and too bad, because your coming home anyway!"
"No! Dad! Let me go! Christopher, get up!" she cried, tugging on her arm, looking over her shoulder to try and see him. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his head, and ran out the door, ramming into their arms, making her father let her go. She stumbled back, but took his hand, and stepped away. "Daddy…I don't like fighting with you. But you have to understand that I will not go home if all you want to do is yell at me for what happened on the phone between me and your wife. I'm staying here, and that's all there is to it…" Her father watched her, defeated, as she helped Christopher back into the house.
She sat him on the couch, and ran her finger over his forehead.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Yeah…kinda…" Afni stood up, and sat beside him on the couch, pushing her lips against his forehead. "Why did you fight your dad?"
"I didn't want to go home…All that would happen is him yelling at me…And I heard enough yelling before I ended up in Everworld…All I want…now…is for the yelling to stop…" she said, her voice soft. Christopher looked at her for a moment, before gathering her into his arms.
"Afni…it's okay…it'll be fine…" She took a deep breath, sliding her arms around his shoulders, and nodded.
"I know…but now…he's so upset…I don't know what's going to happen. I don't want to live with my mom, she's done the same thing to me…and I can't stay in the same house at Kaitlin, I'll shoot myself…"
"As far as I'm concerned, you can stay as long as you like…" She smiled.
"Thank you, Christopher, thank you…" she said. She squeezed him for a second, and lifted her head, kissing him quickly.