What If

32

Songs while writing for this chapter:

Steal my girl-One Direction

Isn't she lovely-Harry Styles

Who you are-Jessie J

Story of my life-One Direction

His tall and lanky figure shadowed from a distance as his body blocks the light coming from the opened door. He walks slowly and unsurely towards the table with a frown face.

And when I glance at the two persons sitting across the table with me, their faces wear different emotions.

Ryell suddenly looks vulnerable and afraid but there is something hidden beneath his deep blue eyes I can't determine what. And on the other side, his mother looks calm but a sad and pained eyes is evident as she stared at the man who caught our attention.

As Mark strides his way toward us, he crosses his arms on his chest and a side smirk form on his plump lips.

"Look who's here. Is there any celebration I have missed?" he sarcastically says, while he carelessly slamp his lean body on a chair next to me.

"Nothing, darling. Your brother just invited here bestfriend to join us for dinner-"

"Will you stop parading about that fucking "brother" thing mom! It's not healthy to announce it to any stranger who comes in this house!" voice full of bitterness and disgust. As he harshly stand up making the soup dishes spills.

I shuddered at the reality I just heard that my eyes immediately stared at Ryell. But he was looking blankly at the walls without any expression on his stilled-face and pressed-mouth.

"You don't have to be rude in front of our visitor, Mark." her soft yet stern voice echoes the entire room.

"Your visitor, not mine. I don't fucking invite her in my house. So I don't have to pretend to be very accomodating like a piece of shit..!" he hastily mused while stiffling a mocking laugh as his right hand frantically wave in the air.

I just sat there unable to move. My mind was having lots of questions. First, I happen to work at a chocolate shop with him to be the co-owner. Next, I happen to be a classmate of Ryell Jacksons, whom I know later on happens to be his brother? And to end with that, I am here inside his house not knowing if I have to ran away or hide under the table.

But right now, the other side of my brain intructs me to pull off all the strands of his hair and smash his head on the walls. He is just so arrogant and rude that as of this moment I can see his gold horns and long tail resembling like a demon.

"I think I have to go Mrs. Jacksons..It's getting late anyway." I excused myself softly not wanting to attract any attention from the man sitting next to me.

"Mrs. Simons. That's her name, Jennifer. " Mark interrupted suddenly. I can feel his blazing eyes burning my face.

"I..I'm sorry, Mrs. Simons." I whispers, as she looks at me with a knowing smile.

"It's alright, darling. Are you done yet? I think you haven't even touch your food. Maybe you can take some of my specialties so you can eat it at home.." she softly says, while she stands and headed to the cupboards gracefully grabbing a white squared-plastic lunchbox and pack the food I haven't tasted.

I watch her as her frail small hands slowly piled the vegetables on top of the grilled pork. Her face is pale and almost out of life. Her eyes is of the same green shades but much lighter and haunted. I just felt sorry for her for having a son as hard as Mark.