Dust by Angela Nock

Author:Angela Nock [Nock, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 40745626
Publisher: Devilsgate
Published: 2018-07-06T23:00:00+00:00

I woke up with a start, gasping for air.

My whole body ached, and my legs felt like stone.

I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It flashed 7.30am. I didn't want to be awake. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to go back to sleep, to not think about Cassie or school or anything.

Outside a bin lorry trundled down the road, and I could hear the bin men emptying the bins and tossing them back to the side of the road. A dog was barking a few doors down, and a motorbike revved its engine. I kept my eyes closed, they burned underneath my eyelids, and I suddenly felt like I needed the loo. There was no point trying to sleep, not when the whole world was conspiring to wake me up.

I went to the bathroom, used the toilet then climbed into the shower. The water was hot and refreshing and managed to wake me up.

I went back to my bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and began to hunt through my wardrobe for something suitable for preventing the Apocalypse. I chose a pair of dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt and grabbed another, clean grey hoodie.

I heard knocking coming from the front door.

'Hang on!' I shouted, thinking it was Josh. I rushed downstairs still wrapped in my soaking wet towel. The one from my head became unwrapped as the doorbell went. It fell on the floor and I left it where it fell.

I opened the door. It was Dexter.

'Dexter,' I said, covering my modesty with the front door as best as I could, 'What do you want?'

'I'm glad your back,' he said smiling.

I looked at him suspiciously. 'Forgive me for being rude, but the last time we spoke we weren't exactly on good terms…' Like, really? What had happened whilst I'd been away? Why were people being nice to me? Had they all been taking nice pills? I wished they'd stop because it was beginning to freak me out.

'I know.' He hung his head and shuffled on the spot. 'I'm sorry,' he said, before looking up at me, his head tilted. 'Can we talk?'

I looked down at my towel. 'Now's not really a good time.'

'It's important. It's about your mom.'

'Great,' I said, 'Come in.' I opened the front door. 'Go into the living room whilst I go and get changed.'

Dexter wouldn't look at me. He nodded, diverting his eyes to the floor, and disappeared into the living room.

'Make yourself a coffee, if you want,' I shouted after him.

I quickly dashed upstairs and got changed.

I couldn't help wondering why Dexter was here. What had my no-good-for-nothing mother done now? Something bad enough for Dexter to come and see me.

I went back downstairs. Dexter was sat on the sofa, his hand cupped on his lap. He looked up as I walked in and smiled. There was a time when that smile would have had me walking on air.

'You look good,' he said.

I didn't. I looked like crap. 'Thanks. But what do you want?'

'Is your mom here?'

'No.

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