Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Esme
To most people, waking up at 6:55 am for no reason is weird, but for me it's normal. Hearing the birds chipping, seeing the yellow-ish blue sky is amazing. But that isn't the only reason I wake up this early.
When I was nine years old, I realized my parents did not care about my sister and I the way parents are supposed to. Once I turned sixteen, and they deemed me "old enough" to take care of myself, they bought themselves a separate house to live in.
In their minds, the way to make up for their absences is to send up a check every month. Genesis never wants hers so she gives them to me, and I cash them out of spite.
Every now and then, they come back just to make sure I haven't burned it down. Last week they came to visit, and because I woke up this early, I didn't have to see them. After three days of me being a no show, they got tired of waiting, and left. Again.
I never understood why they didn't legally give up their rights. Genesis used to say it's so they can control our lives from afar, but I like to believe it because very deep down, they do love us.
But for the past thirteen years, the cycle has continued. Gone for weeks, if not months at a time, and then home for less than seventy-two hours. …
Walking out of the bathroom, I head down the stairs, and head for the kitchen.
I catch myself in the mirror by the steps and give myself a once over. Half of my dark brown straightened hair sits on top of my head, while the other half rests on my shoulders. My long sleeve green and white striped shirt continues to roll up my stomach no matter times I roll it down. White biker shorts cling to my legs like seconds skin, and I can't resist checking out my butt.
Going to pilates three times a week is really doing me good.
Silence surrounds me as I make my way into the kitchen, and I instinctively wrap my arms around myself. I like living alone- I enjoy it even- but I don't like being alone. If that makes sense.
Genesis visits me when she's home to keep me company, but between her marriage and her job, her visits aren't very frequent. I'm a big girl, and I can handle it, but I can't shake the feeling that everyone I love ends up leaving me.
Everyone except Delilah- my best friend and basically my adopted sister. She isn't allowed to leave me, nor am I allowed to leave her.
I stir the honey around the bottom of my mug until it's completely dissolved in my coffee, and bring the warm liquid up to my mouth to drink. Looking out the window in front of me, I watch a deer drink the water from the bird bath in the backyard, and smile when our eyes meet.
My phone buzzes from beside me on the counter, and I jump in fright. Another downside to living alone, I jump at every sound I hear. Picking up my phone I read the notification on the screen a handful of times, but I look up at the white ceiling and groan.
