Silver Eyes: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Theresa

Aidan didn't come to her room to sleep. So Theresa slept with the lights on.

She was slowly getting used to the darkness but being alone still triggered her fear sometimes. She was fine when she was with people but alone- she felt like the darkness was going to strangle her in her sleep.

Luckily, the light kept the darkness away and Theresa woke up the next morning alive but miserable. She dragged herself out of bed and got ready for school.

Tristan was already up, eating breakfast on the dinner table.

"Morning Tristan." Theresa stole one of his sandwiches. "Where's Christopher and Delillah?"

"They left already." Tristan frowned at her eating his sandwich. "He said he had to get to work early."

Theresa frowned at the revelation. He never even said goodbye to her.

Dellilah's school was nearer to the bookstore that Aidan worked in so he always set her to school while Theresa's college was nearby Tristan's High School.

"Alright. Hurry up and eat, you need to get to school soon." Theresa ordered.

"Fine." Tristan frowned and stuffed the last piece of the sandwich in his mouth.

Theresa messed with Tristan's hair on their way to school. She was always annoyed with his hair, with how it was spiky and went everywhere.

"Theresa stop it!" He batted her hand away.

She frowned at him. "Fine then but give me a kiss before you go to school."

"No!" Tristan took a step away from her. "Listen, just because you're not my mom doesn't mean that you're allowed to embarrass me." He pouted and walk into the school gates.

Theresa smile curved into one of mischievousness. "Goodbye Tristan. The apple of eye, whom I will love to till I die!"

"Theresa!" He frowned and practically ran into the school.

Theresa laughed to herself. Though the thought of someone mistaking her to be Tristan's older girlfriend made her stop. Theresa looked older than she actually was; her height was a big factor into that, but she didn't look old enough to actually be Tristan's mom.

Anyway, she turned and headed down the street. She was going to be late for school.

"Glad you could make it." Kat, the girl Theresa had befriended in her class, greeted her.

"Hey Kat." Theresa took her seat beside Kat. "Patrick start any yet?"

"Nope. He's just been typing on that computer for the past 15 mins." Kat noted.

Mary Katherine Avelyn was a beautiful girl, with hair as black and as slick as ink. Her eyes were black too and could be a bit disorienting to look at because they seemed to lead into the abyss. She was a simple girl from a small town from canada...or something.

Like Theresa, she is an artist as well. That was, after all, the reason the two of them were here.

Right now the lesson was 'The history of Art', which could be interesting at times but boring usually.

Patrick was the lecturer for the lesson and he was the reason why the class was boring.

"Hey Kat, can I talk to you about something?" Theresa asked.

"Sure." She sat up straighter. "What's up?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Kat raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I do. His name is Wesley Scott; I've known him since we were kids- well he was my brother's best-friend for the most part."

"I see."

"So what's this about?" Kat asked.

"Well my uhmm boyfriend." Theresa felt her cheeks turn hot. "He- well, we were just talking and then he brought up the topic of marriage."

Kat stared at her wide-eyed. "He proposed to you?"

"No but he pretty much said that we were going to get married anyway."

"And you don't like that?"

"Yes- I mean, no! I was just caught off guard! I mean, we've been living together for a while now. I just never thought about the future, though I expected that we were going to stay together for a while."

"Sounds like you've pretty much been ready for marriage too." Kat noted. "Do you love him?"

Theresa paused. "With every fibre of my being."

"Then what's the problem?" Kat replied.

"You're right." Theresa smiled weakly. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Kat smiled back.

"Alright kids!" Patrick spoke up. "Turn your textbooks to page 43. We're going to learn about Leonardo Da Vinci together."

The kids in the class rummaged through ther bags and books.

"Share your textbook with me?" Kat asked.

"Sure." Theresa replied.

"Alright, Leonardo Da Vinci. Born in Vinci and-"

"You don't have to teach this class my good teacher." A new voice spoke up. "In fact, none of you have to study today."

Suddenly the sides of the room were filled with cloaked men and women, surrounding the students in a circle.

"What the-" Kat swore but Theresa couldn't tear her eyes off the person that had just spoken.

"Darius." Theresa whispered as his blood-red eyes found her.

(WIP)