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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 "𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒"
SUNDAY. The day where everyone dressed up in their housewife dresses with pearls as jewelry and suits with polka-dot ties. It was a day of sacrificing you're sleep to pray to a man who lived in the sky and took care of the passed angels you once knew.
My family was never very religious. We only went to our local church for Easter and Christmas so people didn't judge us too much. Rafe was forced by his father and Rose to go ever since he was kid, but secretly, I think he only goes because it helps give him a sort of connection to his mother. He cares very deeply for her, and I can see how fond he is of her.
I wish I could help him, and take his sadness away. It hurts to watch as he gets ready everyday, making sure his hair is combed neatly and there's not any food in between his pearly whites. I've witnessed the man go through multiple toothbrushes just because he brushes his teeth so harshly and is always afraid they'll have some yellowing.
He tells me of the story where one summer his teeth were so bad because he let himself go and he had to get braces because of that. Which, also means he lied to me about them because when I found out he had braces originally, he said it was because he got into this epic fight and got his teeth busted and they needed to be fixed up.
I was very much in love with him that day. Fourteen year old me was infatuated, even. Knowing the Rafe Cameron I so angrily despised got into a fist fight set a storm of butterflies in my stomach.
I slightly remember when I first moved from Charleston and met the twerp. My parents always talked of him in admiration so it was time I met him. Topper knew him at least. I had turned six two weeks before and there he was, riding his big bicycle around the neighborhood. It had made me furious that this boy could pedal and I did not know the first thing to riding a bike. So every day, I had picked up my own Little Tykes bicycle, learning every single day to not fall. I was stubborn even then.
It tools me a whole month, but I did it. I could bike faster than him! It was like a slap to his face though, because that's when he became salty towards me and hated me for no apparent reason.
He bullied me through the years, made fun of my pigtails and weekly dyed hair. Well, until the one year I decided to go for a more neutral color. That was ninth grade. He was gonna be inducted into the Gentleman's club soon, and we were sitting on his porch.
My parents forced me into buying the scumbag a present, so I bought him a dumb video game Topper told me about.
He scoffed at it but took the game from my hands and set it next to his sneakers.
"Do you wanna do a line?" He turned to me with a baggy filled with a white powder.
"What's that?" I frowned, not knowing of the substance.
