Soul Drifter (Part 6, page 1 of 11)


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Part 6

My Grandma's voice says loudly, as if she is in the same room as me, "Gabriella, do me a favour."My eyes jolt open as my body jerks, and all my muscles stiffen. I am looking up at my ceiling, trying to orientate myself. For a couple of seconds, I am not entirely sure where I am.

A thought echoes in my head:

Where do you spend your days?

Where do you spend your days?

Where do you spend your days?

I hear the landline ringing downstairs and my dad's footsteps thumping down the stairs. Then his muffled, "Hello?"

I feel a little twinge of apprehension rush through me, as I throw my duvet off me and slip my feet off the bed, and onto the floor. The floorboards are cold and I quickly pull my legs up again. I push my hand in under my duvet, to search for my socks, which I must have taken off in my sleep. I find one and quickly lean over to pull it on. Then I repeat the process as I look for my other sock. It is pushed all the way to the bottom of the bed, and when I have it in my hand, my dad is coming back up the stairs again. His steps are slow. It sounds like a death march: Doof… Doof… Doof.

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