Sunflower

Chapter 2

"Honey please stay.Don't do this. Please don't go." Mothers tears fell from her face.I was full of questions, standing behind the half closed door. Peeking and listening to my parents.

"I have to end this. I can't lose another member of the gang. I will be back tomorrow." Father said while scooping her up into his arms, holding her tight, giving her a kiss on the forehead whispering - I love you.

I woke up to loud busy noises coming from downstairs. I turned around checking my phones time. It's 6:30am.It'saturday. I fell back into the warmth of my bed, stretching and yawing. I could feel the cold entering through the cracked open window of my bedroom. Softly brushing over my skin,giving me chills all over. I slowly stood up. My bare feet felt the cold wooden floor as soon as I stepped out of bed making the chills worse.

I made my way to the window to close the gap. But as soon as I reached the window my eyes was caught by golden hair.The same brown, blondish hair I saw yesterday.He was tall, muscular with a perfectly tanned skin. A black leather jacket with blue jeans and white shirt was covering his body. All that is missing is his eyes colour. I bet his eyes are like the ocean, a beautiful blue with a touch of green.

I couldn't stop staring at him. He was leaning against his car, with crossed arms staring at the ground. I could see that he is daydreaming.I wonder why he is back after what yesterday happened.

Loud screaming grab my attention away. It was coming from one of the guys carrying out the boxes and furniture from the moving truck. A man with the one couch on his feet. In pain he screamed. "You asshole why did you let go!! My fucking toes!! " While his partner tries to lift the couch saying"I am sorry!! I am sorry!! "he screamend back. I started laughing softly. That man is screaming like a women. Poor guy, he isn't made for a man's life, I thought.

I looked over to the neighbors side wanting to see him again. As soon as I layed eyes again,the confusion come in like question marks all over. The girl was hanging over him eating his poor face off. I felt like puking in my mouth. How disgusting. I immediately turned around not wanting to see the rest of that.

I made my why down the old wooden stair case which I still fear. As soon as I reached the bottom mother was passing by. "Good morning Em, how did you sleep?" She asked with boxes in her arms. I followed behind answering, "I slept okey. Why are mom up so early?" She then started unpacking the box which was filled with photo frames and trophys. "Well the moving truck come early and they say the early bird gets the most worms." She said with all her focus on the trophys and photos she's busy placing on the wooden shelf.

I shaked my head, turning around heading to the kitchen asking, "Mom do you want coffee?" I squeezed through loads of unpacked boxes. I never knew we had so much stuff. "Yes please Em!"Mother shouted back knowing I was heading to the kitchen.

I refilled the kettle and turned it on. I then peeked into every box that was standing in the kitchen looking for the mugs. We had a lot of stuff. Everything a chef needs, we have. I got to a box that was standing on the end of the kitchen island desperately calling my name. I walked over and started tearing of the tape. Unfolding the box lid I could see papers. Signatures all over them. Simboles and signs. I took some papers out but more and more of them was laying there. My fathers signatures appeared on more paper work as I dugged more deeper into the box.

"Em what are you doing? Why are you going through your dad's stuff?" Mother asked in a harshly voice. I quickly threw all the papers back in folding the lid back. "Sorry I didn't know it is dad's stuff. I was looking for the mugs." I said looking down to the ground. Mother grab the box. "In the bottom cupboard above the kettle. I already unpacked it ." She said walking out with the box under her arm.

After I finished making coffee I went back to my room. I turned on the music and started my journey. I started by hanging all my favorite photos above my bed remembering all the moments. After my photos I sorted my wardrobe. Then I finally sorted out my desk and bookshelf. I was happy with my room but it didn't felt like I was home yet. My mind was swirling around the box full of dad's paper work.All those signatures and signs. Wandering what it stands for or what it had to do with my dad.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. "Come in!" I said turning around. Ethan then come in. "Hey Em, wanna see if you are settling in." He said looking around my room. "Yeah I am sort of. How about you?" I asked. "Well you know, I don't decorate or things like that. But I am getting used to it." He said shaving his hands into his pockets pulling up his shoulders. "I know your room is always a mess. And it smells like ass." I said. He then gave a devilish smile answering, "How would you know how ass smells like?" I only gave a bored smile crossing my arms. "I am not five years old anymore Ethan." He only started laughing while leaving closing the door behind him.

I only shaked my head knowing that I was right. Ethan is a real player. Jumping from one girl to another. I mean he does have the looks to die for and the rarest personality. Using his charms on girls and guess what he gets everything he wants. Topically older brother.

After some couple of hours passing by, I was found in the basement. Yeah those ones that gives you the creeps making you see clowns or made up monsters. But in my case I thought of a serial killer hiding in the dark concer waiting for the perfect time to attack. Hahaha, just kidding but you get the idea of the basement. I was busy packing and sorting out the left over boxes. In those boxes was things we didn't use or need at the time. For example, my old toys, Christmas tree with decorations, old movie tapes,box of photos, dad's stuff and old sport equipment.

While I was shaving some of the lose things into the shelf a hairy, big eight foot spider run over my leg. I gave a scream and shaved it off. It run underneath the cupboard leaving me with a pouding heart beat. I calmed down and decided that I had enough of the basement. I headed back up.

"Em I am really sorry for how I acted this morning. I didn't mean to be so harsh." Mother said with simpatie in her tone. I was gulping down a glass of water at that time. I finished the glass of water placing the glass in the sink turning around and crossing my arms, staring into my mother's eyes." Mom what are you hiding from be and Ethan. You don't ever tell us about dad's work or how he gets money to afford everything?"I asked not losing eye contact. She looked nervous and upset.

"Honey you know I tell you and your brother everything. I don't hide anything from you and Ethan. Your dad worked hard to afford all of this and everything we owned when he was still with us." She said slowly makimg her way to me. I still stood my ground. She then wrapped her arms around me, giving me a comfort hug. Trying to tell me that everything is alright.

I returned the hug but I didn't believe her. I know for a fact that my parents are keeping secrets from me and Ethan. Nonetheless all dad's papers and work stuff is still in mother's belong. Wondering why she still keeps it. What kinda work was dad doing and why didn't they ever shared their work.