After a couple of hours of pain and agony, my chest tightened up as if my heart dried out like a raisin. No more tears fell from my sockets, probably ran out of them. 'who knows...' This really can affect a soul down to the rocky core, it's been calm for many years. Even all that depth, got me wishing I never screamed at my parents before their travel.
:"You guys don't care! about...Me ! work work work...
is y'all main priority.. but what about me.""Hun we do care about you..."( dads voice)
"we do this to take care of you, yes we're never here but you know where are hearts are"(Moms' voice)"yep. rite. where? where Money lies... you don't have to tell me that, to believe it. just, why can't y'all stay ? its valentines day in three days... we can head out and have family time like we use to."
'Oh.. , honey, we can't pass this bid up, once we set are settlement we'll be home, first thing! we promise and head to keywest to view the fishes and such!' (moms voice)
'I'm not five mom..."
"Sure... your not , sugar plum" (dad said with a wink of encouragement)
'We love..you so much! Naples okay, just call us when you need us love." (mom interjected)
With her dashing smile, moving slightly on her tippy toes to kiss my forehead and bring me into her embracing bear hug. Squirming at that memory, my mom was always too loving, I remember one time she licked my cut and bandaged it. * yuck!* peroxide was safer.
Shaking my head at the slightest memory. I feel empty, so... empty. Having older twins doesn't exactly help me, especially since their such stuck up females.
I indeed never fitted in my family, being the trouble maker and headache, who wanted extended attention. My family never liked me 'per-say' and I understood why. They are the type of family that children will live up to their standards and wishes for. Ha. but not this kiddo.
It is my way, or the highway, nevertheless my talent and mind kept me at afloat, though.
My witty ways and high taste made them accept me as Naples a bit more. But I didn't value money like they did.
I value freedom, they can care less, being a work slave is not my level or path. Yes, I am quite daring to construct my own.
Everyone knows I am complicating, but never too stubborn. Just a bit skilled at everything. Is this a bad curriculum to follow? nope. Naples don't think so.
Or maybe my model ways throws the women in my family off. Only me, my mother including my sisters are attractive. And i am talking about the way their souls are.
Everyone else past that line acts like paranoia. Now my dad isn't a bad guy. Handsome and generous shall i say, but on my mother's side everyone was sane. Maybe that is why at the wedding ceremony when my parents got married everyone vibe was negative. because my father's family is repulsive, just psycho, with the capital "S". Not so appealing.
From my mom, I carried her freckles and plump red tented full lips, slightly rosy cheeks, round face and tiny piggy nose. Of course, a dash of blond streaks added to the bangs. From my dad, I followed up with a yellowish tone, wide hazels eyes and rich chocolate hair. Being Irish, Asian, Spanish and Indian does throw people off on guessing my ethnicity, but well, I am lovely.
Being into your thoughts helps a lot. But once you realize your standing in front of your door like... an oddly weird zombie who's drooling like it wants door brains, isn't healthy. I am pretty sure I have been standing here for a while, due to the fact I could not feel my face or hands. thanks a lot February.
"Awe. Man. If I end up with frost bite my mom's going to kill...". I started, but ended "me" with a whimper.
Since I noticed, there is no mom. Shame shaded over me again, digging in my bag trying to find the keys. I felt eyes watching me like an owl looking for prey, after hearing someone clear their throat awkwardly. I groaned as I turned around to see what awaits for me.
"Hi." A stranger says approaching me, walking up the steps with a strained tone. His walk had caution alerts wrapped around it.
Shifting out of cold frustration. I blinked. Just that.
"uh.... , I couldn't help but notice you were staring at you door for quite some time now. you alright there?" He asked sounding a bit concerned but unsteady. 'Well isn't he an odd brand.
" Well did it ever occur to you that whatever I want on my property is legal, you being.. on my property is illegal. who knew the odds.." Speaking a bit firm, I managed to pronounce that sentence without my weak emotions showing. Clearing his throat once more rubbing the back of his neck, I coughed." I am not one who apologizes with sympathy, I was rude? 'yes', you were being noisy? 'yes'. so come in and accept cookies then just leave."
"Ha. No, I am good, my mother is waiting for me, she thought this..." pointing in between us "was a good idea, supposedly not." He said shrugging his shoulder in dismiss, leaning as he turns and walked off. Before he stepped in the street line I called out for reassurance.
" what was a good idea...?" I questioned, getting a bit curious. but he didn't stop he kept on going. fair....much.
I continued on." And what may your name be!?" I yelled out as a bit of curiosity and aggravation was building up.
"Drake!, just call me drake, neighbor, nap-bore..." and at that winked and disappeared behind a granite boulder planted house. I was in love with since the first day we moved here. I wondered if I knew him... he seemed familiar and daringly nice.
Nibbling my bottom lip, spinning on my heels. I am that easy to brush off? forget it. Polly popped up in my mind, I need my two-toned loveable best friend. All this confusion makes me need her Affection and assurance. Pushing the door in I walk through shutting the door behind me, wanting to go fetch some snacks then call her.
Dropping my bag and tossing my coat somewhere, sliding my high top Adidas off. I strolled on into my kitchen to grab whatever suits my mood or should I say mode. Chucking all goods into a bucket to tug all the way upstairs, I reach for the house phone on the counter on the way out.
oh.. dare Polly where is your....
number. mhm... missed calls, should I call them back? Nah. later.Frowning I just typed her number in while dropping the bucket on my bed. having a house to yourself sucks, it is dry and painful. 'house party? '
'Sounds...nice.' I spoke out loud with a devilish smile. Why feel miserable over it, I want to live it up a bit in this house before I go too. 'phone dials, ringing starts' ' sponge bob narration " five hours later..." ' Finally she answers. I was kidding about the time frame, she answers the phone like her life depends on it.
"Polly...., grab a few groupies to come over, It doesn't matter, who and what. I need some drowning time, got it." I said, I honestly did not care for strangers, everyone is welcomed. Polly always knew the right people to call.
" You.. got it! anything else you would like my lovely queen." She spoke as if she were a servant in medieval times.
"Not at this moment simple one. but! make it snappy.., i expect a good batch of entertainment to come through. Even smoking hotties.. is nice" I said in a royal way, ending in a naughty girl voice.
Who knew I would get over my parents... death quickly, maybe my bodies trying to tell me do not worry.
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