Everyone has their flaws. Some more than others. And some are good at hiding them.
Noa Alvrezea, an asocial, grunge-loving high schooler takes no crap from anyone. She hates anyone that grasps onto popularity and superficial instances. Her cold she...
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"I told you to stop calling me!! We don't need you!!" I hear my mom scream into the phone at, most likely, the man who I have to regrettably call my father. "—no!—don't you dare tell me the girls deserve better after what you—oh really?!—screw you, Eli."
Yep. I was right. He probably was calling to ask my mother when he could see us. I think the brain damage he received from the accident really messed with his judgement...even more so than before. Rue and I literally despise the man, yet he still thinks we want to see him.
I glance up from my book, looking at my mother who's now storming out of her bedroom with a sizzling frown etched on her features. Upon seeing my face, the frown is replaced with a softer yet more hesitant smile.
"I'm sorry you heard that—" she begins saying to me, but I cut her off.
"—Mom, you have every right to yell, scream and be angry with him. What he did to you...to us was horrible. He's an idiot to think we want to even be near him." Her eyes are now glassy as she sits beside me on our larger, fraying couch. Her hands rest on my leg closest to her as tears slowly roll down her cheeks.
Placing my book down, I circle my arms around her small frame. She hugs me back as she lets out soft wails which causes me to silently cry with her.
After a few minutes, she pulls back from my arms, her tear-stained cheeks the only clue that she had been crying moments before.
"What time is Rhett coming over?" My mother asks, her voice a little croaky.
I invited Rhett over for dinner as my mother has been wanting to have him over, and this was one night she was able to get off early. I had insisted we go out to eat and I would pay, but she wanted to show off her cooking skills.
I know it's about money though as she would never let me use my small college fund I've saved up over the years working.
"In about an hour, I think."
She softly smiles and nods at this before standing up from the couch. "Okay... I'll clean myself up and get started on dinner."
"Need any help?" I offer.
"No. Just make sure the living room is picked up and the bathroom." She begins to walk to the kitchen area before turning back around towards me. "Are you sure he likes vegetable and beef stew? Because I can make something else—"
"He's never had it but isn't picky whatsoever. I'm sure he'll love it." Her smile perks up a bit more at this, moving further into the kitchen.
As she takes out the ingredients and pots and pans she needs, she looks over at me. Her face is soft as she says, "I'm really happy you two found each other. He seems like such a nice boy. You know, I don't think I've seen you this happy in a long time."
