Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Speak of the Devil

“Akira? Akira, honey.”

“Ugh! Five more minutes, mom!”

“Honey, we need to discuss something important.”

It took me a while to realize that my mom was really here and I wasn't imaging it. And it wasn’t seven in the morning and that I was in my bed, sleeping at twelve in the afternoon.

“I’m up.” I sat up leaning against my headboard, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with both palms, my hair probably… scratch that, I knew my hair looked exactly like Medusa’s.

“Good. How are you feeling now?” Mom asked, running her hands through my hair to untangle them as best as she could. Mom’s taken today off and stayed at home so she could take care of me.

“Much better,” I said. I yawned and stretched my limbs. Nick had come in late at night and stayed for dinner. I wonder what Ethan would do if he knew.