Deeper Than Life

Chapter 2:

“I’m starved” I whined as my body came into view.
“Oh, Hayden! I Thought you where up in bed sweet sugar. We have nothing to eat; could we order a pizza?”
I nodded my head and looked over to the corner of the kitchen where there was a pile of old pizza boxes with half eaten pizza slices left to rot inside.
“Not hungry” said Dean lighting up his pipe.


My head ached and pulsated with blood, I know the right thing to do would be to go and talk to Mark but knowing my brother even well than the right thing to do, I knew right now he would just want time to cool off.
So I sat on the couch again and waited for the pizza while taking a puff from the pipe Dean had passed around. Rebecca’s head was rested against my shoulder while mine rested on her dyed baby pink hair, which I noticed smelled beautifully of her favorite lotus incense sticks.


“What are you thinking about my honey-honey?” asked Rebecca casually looking up at me with her large green eyes that were overly smudged with a purple and black shadow.
I ripped my bleary eyed gaze from the ceiling and into her penetrating eyes.
“Nothing really… I had that same dream again today” it’s always the same, the same tree’s, same colours, same dream replayed over and over, always the same. The exact same fucking dream…


Rebecca nodded, well aware of her best friends occurring dream.
I watched Rebecca as she took in a huge inhalation of the sweet smelling marijuana.
“Bec would you give that back and go answer the fucking door, please?” asked Dean getting frustrated at the incessant ringing of the doorbell.
“Jeez alright my sweet, relax, I’ll get the pizza” whispered Rebecca peeling herself off the couch and gliding across the carpet to the door.


The two warm pizza boxes where placed into my arms as Rebecca ran upstairs to get Mark.
I heard Marks frustrated voice upstairs as he argued with Rebecca as she whispered out her metrical words.
When they finally came down stairs Marks face didn’t glance my way. We all sat down on the floor and I ran my fingers along the edge of the pizza box awkwardly as everyone could surly feel the tension between me and him.

I gasped as the deep cut on my thumb slid along the pizza box corner, and I watched as my blood dropped a little bead onto the lid.
“Hayden my honey-honey you’ve hurt yourself…” said Rebecca as she moved over and held onto his hand, leaving the pizza forgotten until Damian grabbed two slices and stacked them on top of each other taking a huge bite.
“You know what, if you don’t choke on that I’ll start going to church Sundays!” stated Dean as he rolled and back into Rebecca’s lap.
Damian ignored the comment and kept chewing the pizza getting stringy cheesy bits
running everywhere except in his mouth.


I laughed at the site of Damian and felt a tickling sensation in my heated hand that was still clenched tightly in Rebecca’s.
I leant in closer to her then, breathing in her lotus flower smell and relaxed as soon as I did, my caught Marks brown orbs and I gave him a weak smile which he returned.
With my other hand I removed the hood from my head and swept my hand through my now hot and slick black licorice smelling hair.


Rebecca let go of my hand and got up forcing Dean to lay back against the carpet.
She sat down behind me spreading her legs either side of mine which were stretched out and I felt her arms wrap tightly around my waist.
It took me a few minutes but soon I relaxed into her stomach and she held me against her as everyone slowly drifted off to sleep except for Mark who gave us a goodnight and went up stairs to bed.


Rebecca’s lips lightly rested against the side of my face as we lay together motionlessly listening to Damian and Deans soft snores, Rebecca caressed my back and I held my arms close to my chest until slowly I grew too tired and my eyes rolled back into pitch black.