Dinner isn't going well at all. I feel uncomfortable with two burning gazes on me, one a deep shade of mesmerizing blue and the other, the darkest of browns. I force myself to force food in my mouth that are surprisingly really good but don't feel as good because of the intensity of the situation.
They'd been trying to get me to say something, pulling small talks here and there but so far nothing is working, i just continue to ignore them completely increasing my pace so i can go back to my room and study a little before retreating for the night.
"We are getting married "Brittany finally blurted.
I freeze.
Slowly lifting eyes to look up at the woman who said those words, i find her staring at me intently gagging my reaction and Andrew sending daggers to the side of head with his eyes. "what did you say?"
"Your father and i are getting married" she says it with so much composure and confidence with her arms crossed and a tone that makes her seem so mature and older than she actually is.
"Anne! "Andrew scolds clenching his jaw.
"What? we were going to have to tell her eventually "
"Yes, but i told you I would handle it myself Anne! " he says looking grim.
I get a nostalgic feeling building up my throat. Married! You can't be fucking kidding me. And then i see it, the huge diamond resting on her ring finger and i loose it.
It's been six months, just six months since she died and he's already getting married to someone else! The fucking shit. I'm angry and hungry and trying to process the new found information. And they are both arguing about how the situation should have and have not been acted on.
"Shut up! "i scream, and to my surprise they both do just that looking at me, one with fake sad eyes and the other without a care in the world. "what do you mean you are getting married? " my breathing becomes rapid.
"Alexa -"Andrew trails off.
I let out a dry humorless laugh. "well congrats " my lips stretch into a fake smile "hope you're happy."
I stand and walk away, almost out of the kitchen and i remember I'm really angry and still very hungry, so i turn back and grab my dish topping it with more food as they sat there watching me, another bottle of apple juice and storm back out, slamming the door to my room once I'm in.
I'm usually not the type to eat much, but when I'm really angry, i either deal with it by trashing something, working, or eating till I'm almost feeling bloated and then i call Kyle after. That's exactly what i do, searching for my extra stash of peanuts and gummy bears while the line connects.
"Lex "
"They're getting married " is the first thing that comes out of my peanut stuffed mouth. My voice sounds spiteful and stuffed as continue chewing on my peanuts that are doing less to calm me down.
"who? "
"Andrew, his marrying that gold digging Bimbo."
"Could you be more specific please."
I sigh "Brittany, some new flavor of his."
He pauses for a little moment "are you okay? "there was genuine concern in his voice.
"Of course i am, why wouldn't i be? "
"Don't lie to me Lexa " the way he says it makes me want to surrender all my feelings to him to, blurt out all the frustration, annoyance and hurt inside me. It makes a little tear drop fall from the corner of my eyes.
"It's all just really suffocating "i admit falling my head on my pillows, drowning my voice with the sound of the rain pouring heavily out side but he can still hear my every word. "it feels like betrayal and it shouldn't because this isn't the first time he's run off with someone else but i think it hurts more because this time he's actually getting married. Or maybe it's because she's just a girl, i mean they have like twenty years apart from each other, for Christ sake she's just two years older than i am! "
He doesn't say anything, he just listens to me rant. "i don't like feeling like this Kyle! I shouldn't feel like this but fuck, it hurts! Whenever i see her i feel nauseous. Who does she think she is? Does she think she can just come in and try to replace mom?!" i didn't even realize when the tears start leaking out. I sniff, once, twice, trice. "oh shit! I'm out of peanuts "i groan.
"Do you want me to come over? "he asks.
I look out the window and the rain is still pouring heavily and it's already almost midnight. "no it's fine, I'll cope"
"Are you sure? It's not that much of a distance between our houses, I'll be there in less than six minutes "
"No, really it's fine Kyle, i feel much better already, i promise "i did, talking to him and knowing he was listening and cared so much to want to drive over here despite the rain made me feel better.
Just when he was about to say something more, there was a nock on my door. "Alexa? "
I tensed. I don't want to speak to him, what is he doing at my door. "go away! "
"I want to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to you. "
"well I'm coming in anyway "i groan, mentally cursing myself for not locking the door as he pushed open the nob and stepped in, in sweat pants and a T-shirt which is something i never see on him. He's either always on a suit or no where around seeing range thankfully.
"I gotta go Kay, I'll see you tomorrow" i said into the phone.
"Okay. Lex? "
"Yeah? "
"Call me if you need me okay? "
"I will " i assure him before ending the call. I Turn my attention to Andrew who is leaning on his side against the wall watching me.
"What do you want? "
"What do you want? " i say ripping open a pack of gummy bears and popping it into my mouth."How do you feel? "he takes me by surprise."Do you really want to know? ""Yes " he looks really serious, no falter in his expression what so ever.I sit up, staring him straight in the eye. "like you're a piece of shit "He sighs and his eyes soften into something a little sad. He walks closer to me and takes a sit on my little love seat by the corner. "it bothers you ""Surprise, surprise ""I know i haven't been the father you probably wanted -""Shocking! "i fake surprise with my eyes wide."-But i want to make up for it " he goes on, ignoring my childish comment. "i didn't start off on the right foot, and I've probably hurt you
There are the moments when you feel like something beautiful is right ahead of you, maybe physically, maybe mentally, maybe emotionally or maybe even in your subconscious. Right now for me it was the latter.I don't know why but my lips are stretched into a blissful smile and I'm not even fully awake yet. My eyes are still closed and I'm still in that sleepy haze between wonder land and real life. Maybe it's because of the extremely soft duvet I'm hugging tightly to myself, or it's because of the sweet smell of vanilla and mint surrounding me, or even because of the comfortable heat pressed against my back."I know you are awake lex, you can open your eyes now " his voice husky and low behind my ear.I smile even wider opening my eyes and turn so I'm facing him. "hey ""Morning, " he grins down at me, prompting his head on his palm with his elbow resting
I didn't realize how cold I was before until i stepped into the steaming water. All my senses and tense muscles relax. A small sigh of glee escapes my lips and i dip my body further into the tub.I don't know how long i spent inside the tub but by the time i feel my skin start to wrinkle, i get out, letting the soapy water drain and rinse my body with hot running water. I rap my body with Kyle's extra towel, leaving the bathroom with the sweet smell of his vanilla and mint shampoo.
We are currently walking hand in hand in the woods, a few miles out of town. Kyle said he wanted me to let loose so he got me out of the house toi have no idea where we are,inside the woods and i can feel the sound of breaking branches under my foot as we pass, making me hold on tighter to his hands in anxiety. Places like this tend to make me feel like my life is in danger and some sort of beast is going to pop up and eat us alive.
"Are you done staring? "Kyle turns back to face me with a teasing smirk on his pretty face as he tosses his shirt to the ground leaving his well sculpted chest down to the v of his pants on display. "i know I'm gorgeous and all, but if you keep staring at me like that babe i might have to do something about it " he winks.I turn away with an eye roll cursing myself for getting caught.
I love you in more ways than you know.Kyle's words keep repeating themselves in my head. I know he cares deeply about me, we've exchanged i love yous more times than i can remember. But this time, this seems different. The way he said it, the way he looked at me when the words fell off his lips, i can't describe it. I'm probably just reading too much into it but i just have a weird feeling that i can't describe.
Everyone has a day they wake up hating on the world, anything and anyone around them. A mood that could make you feel really irritated by the sight of anything, including the things that you love so much and you might end up breaking your favorite mug. Or swapping laces of your Best friends snicker collection.It could be a bad hair day. it could be a whipped snob obsessing over the boy that broke her heart. It could be a stupid hate love battle with your thoughts caused by the thing called puberty that people usua
I bet you want to know what I'm thinking right now. Well, I'm not going to tell you.With the way Alice is looking at me, i can tell she's dying to be telepathic, just for a moment. Her eyes are drilling into my skull but i pretend not to notice, spreading my peanut butter on the sandwich bread.
Violet.The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.A smirk forms on my lips.I feel sexy.Utterly and undeniably damn snatching!I have to say, Mother Nature truly did a fine job on me over the years. I've become thicker in the busts and thighs but unfortunately my behind has sworn to it's creator that it would never, under any circumstance increase by a swell. I cringe as I turn around examining the size of my bottom in the mirror.Fundging stubborn ingrate!With a little sigh I take a sit at
"Dance with me." Kyle says to me.It's not a question, it's a polite order. I have no objections, I can't even if I wanted to. He has me entirely transfixed and compelled with his touch and the depths of his stare. Just as he circles both his hands around my waist and invades my personal space till we're both sharing the same oxygen, I wrap my tiny arms around his neck and dig my nails into his over grown hair. "Did I forget to tell you that you look delicious?" I say to which he lifts a brow up at me while chewing on his lower lip. "Like I could eat you."The sound of his chuckles causes a minimal grumble in my belly....or maybe it's just in my head. But then he drops his voice in that deep masculine melody of an English accent "can't deny I'd love that."My cheeks hit up at his words, knowing the meaning doesn't represent one of innocence at all. I bury my head on his chest and just let him cocoon me in his embrace while I listen to the the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and we danc
I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears. How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely? We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves. He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of. And he says I'm the dramatic one. Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet
"Lexa!" The moment I step past the front door, I haven't even found my way completely inside the house when Caroline ambushes me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, here goes..." I awkwardly wrap my hands around her back trying not to give out the fact that she's literally restricting me of oxygen. She pulls away slightly then pinches both my cheeks with both of her index and tomb fingers. "How are you feeling tiger?" "Alive." I say baldly and she doesn't seem satisfied with my response. "I have some aspirin in the top shelf if you're in any pain, and I can ask the girls to draw you a hot tub, I'm sure you must be exhu..."
"Surprise?" I say with a small smile on my face as I make my way towards Kyle who stands by the passenger door of his red Porsche, looking all glamorous and clean in a white turtleneck long sleeve and green army pants matched with his huge pair of Dior leather foot destroyers as I like to call them. He pulls himself up and a little smile brushes across his pink plum lips as I close in on him. His eyes are being shaded by the big ray-bans he has on and although he has on a clean haircut, gone is the disturbing piece of white fabric that were guarded around his head about two weeks ago, he didn't trim the front which gives the blowing wind an advantage to dance with his hair. "So," I say stopping directly in front of him. "What's the surprise?" "Me?" He asks, cocking his head to the left a little in the goofy way in whic
Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets' by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features. Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside. The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery. My nose scrunches up a bit when I in
"He hasn't said much." I say sipping into the straw of my already almost empty smoothie cup while taking a stroll on the busy park of Granville. "I think he's still a bit traumatized." The dark skinned man beside me speaks up, equally sipping on his own cup of coffee as we walk side to side, stopping for a while by a bench and we watch for a moment. A young mother helping her kids down the slide as they giggle in so much excitement, screaming something about going again and again. She has a vibrantly contagious smile on her face it's like her lips are begging to be split in two judging by the wideness of her grin. The scenery strikes a warm feeling in my heart and I can't seem to take my eyes off them. "I mean...." I suck harder into the straw which supposedly is now making obvious noises to alert me that
My eyes twitch, the blur goes on for a few seconds and when I think I can finally fully open my lids, I welcome my vision with the sight of blinding florescent lights only to shut my eyes back. My head hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a truck when I start to feel the pain stretch from my head down to my arms, back and every bit of my limbs. "Fuck!" unconsciously the word falls out of my lips and I try to pull myself up only to get held down by a callused hand. slowly I reopen my eyes and try to adjust to the light, then I turn, my gaze resting on the huge chocolate brown hand resting gently on my arm. My gaze shifts, slowly trailing the face of the hand that rests on mine and my eyes are met with the dark ones of my father. It feels like compulsion but for some reason I can't seem to tear my gaze from his. I search his eyes and what I see in them makes my heart skip a little faster than it
Slowly and steady the clock ticks. Over and over again it goes, singing a steady rhythm to my ears it becomes almost like hypnosis. The only thing I have been able to focus on the entire forty-six hours I've been here. Twenty-two hours since I made that call to Kyle, an entire hour of physical torture from the aggravated cultists that decided to use me for boxing practice, and this time he was not interrupted, not by anyone and definitely not by the blonde dude..... this time he seemed to actually be enjoying it. I sit here by the corner of a wall, all beaten up and feeling useless, hoping dearly with every ticking of the clock that someone would show up to save me. But as the ticking stretched longer and longer by the second, my hopes began shutting down in correspondence to my eyelids.