Jai pulled his keys from his pocket. “No more bookshelves, please.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassured him and myself. “I am more than happy with the two now in the lounge room... however, I do have a nice dining room table in storage.”
Jai groaned and leapt out. “No,” he glared as he closed the door.
I laughed and followed him out, locking the cab. “It was a joke, promise. Let me drop the keys in and then we can go home.” That final word forced the ball in my chest to head upwards and into my throat, my eyes began to water.
“Hey... are you alright?” Jai came around the bumper and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, I don’t know why, but I’m feeling a little emotional about leaving home,” I took a shuddering breath in. “Oh God, I am such a wuss.”
“Nah, you’re alright.” Moving closer, he wrapped an arm around me. I sighed as I felt the weight of his head rested on top of my crown.
“This is nice and all,” I pulled my head out from being his resting post and grinned. “But I’m getting very hungry.”
“Then hurry up woman and get into my car.” His vehicle was by the curb, waiting for us to return the ute and go home in it instead of cheating on it with a work vehicle.
“First I have to give Mum and Dad the keys back,” I jangled the item in question. “And knowing my luck Mum will want to try and coerce me out of leaving and to move those bookshelves back here.”
“She is more than welcomed to come and take them away, I will not be touching them ever again.” Jai released me. “Hurry up. Food awaits us.”
I hurried up. The front door swung open and I was about to yell when I heard it. It was that horrible sound that no child should ever hear. Squeak, squeak, slap, slap, groan, groan. Breakfast was going to make an appearance if I didn’t destroy my hearing ASAP.
I slammed the door.
The sound slowed.
Then it stopped.
I hadn’t left home for an hour and they were already taking advantage of not having me there? How could they be doing that? At their age, it should be illegal. Ugh, oh I wish I could erase that sound and knowledge from my memory.
“Keys to the ute are near the front door,” I called out.
Were they waiting for me to leave so they could... oh God, please no, no, no, no, no, hell no!
I threw open the door and hurried out of there, racing up the driveway before the door had even slammed shut again. Jai looked at me startled as I dived into the front seat and yelled at him to drive fast.
“My parents were having sex.”
“This is no laughing matter. I heard it and it sounded... there was fast tempo and a lot of noise.”
“Cecelia, please stop describing it,” he finally did as I demanded and drove away from the curb.
“I don’t want to remember it. Ugh, that was gross. How could they be doing that, knowing that I was coming home to return the ute?”
Jai didn’t answer, instead he offered me his fantasy. “I hope that I can be having a full sex life when I’m old and wrinkly.”
I cringed. “Did you ever walk in on your parents having sex?”
“No. They broke up, remember?”
“Okay. What about your mum and her boyfriend?”
He squinted. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you thinking?
Jai rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m thinking. My sister did once. She walked into mum’s bedroom and found them at it. I think that was when she was dating Tom.” He shuddered making the car swerve a little. “I hate how she described it in detail.”
“You will never fully understand the nightmares that follow after witnessing that horror.”
“Ce, you heard them having sex, you didn’t walk in and get an eye full. There will be no nightmares for you tonight. I’ll make sure of it.” H e smirked.
My hand went flying and smacked him in the shoulder. The car jerked.
“What the fuck?!”
“If you are even suggesting what I think you are suggesting for stopping nightmares tonight, you have another thing coming.”
He pointed at the road and yelled back at me. “I’m fucking driving Cecelia! Don’t hit me!”
I pulled back and looked at him in amazement. Did I really hit him that hard? Enough for him to lose his cool and yell back at me.
He continued to drive in silence, his jaw pinched tight.
I swallowed the unease. “Sorry.”
Letting out a hiss of pent up breath he pulled into the entrance to the flat and parked. The keys clanged as he pulled them out and dropped them with his fist into his lap. “I didn’t... shit, I’m sorry Cecelia.” Finally he looked my way.
“I didn’t think I hit that hard...” Maybe I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
He sighed. “I hurt my shoulder when carrying that last bookshelf up.”
“What? Why didn’t you say anything?” Automatically my hands went to touch the shoulder in question, gently this time.
He winced. “Because it will be fine, as long as I don’t over work it.”
“And I don’t try beating you up.” I leaned over and gently kissed him on the temple. “I’m sorry. No more hitting, I swear.”