Fighting the Waves (Rosevelt Sisters Series)

Chapter One

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Chapter One

Present

Before my entire life swivelled around my checklist and journal. That sounds crazy, but I loved planning for my future. Well, that didn't work out, my life's wrecked. I dropped everything including my whole life plans.

Timothy didn't even plan his marriage but now he is waiting for his bride. I glanced at Layne -- she's beautiful. It was envious really, I was the one he was supposed to marry. Tim and I promised to marry each other. Paper rings and whatnot, I even sang paper rings by Taylor Swift at his bachelorette party. And how ironic that I attended both the bachelorette party and bridal shower because he insisted. He wanted me at his bachelorette party for me to find a guy. But all I did was sing karaoke.

He goes with the flow of life. That's when I know I needed that mindset, to go with the tide of waves. 

But we both know that was just kids promising each other, it wasn't all true. We didn't even fall in love, we became best friends and we treated each other as siblings.

I gazed at him, he is starting to have teary eyes. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He deserves this, a lifetime of happiness.

When the dance floor crowded with couples, I excused myself and grabbed the whole bottle of champagne. They started dancing a slow and sweet dance. My eyes almost fell to the ground because I kept rolling my eyes at them. I stand up and lean on the balcony, a sudden thought that my best friend could afford this garden wedding in an old castle with a view of Ontario lake huh. That made me smirk, how I wish I had this kind of venue when I get married.

I mumbled to myself cheers to always the bridesmaid never the bride and breathe the fresh air, at least I'm kind of outside the busy city. Gosh, I love my dear life really.

I was committed to finishing all the bottles of champagne from our table and other tables across ours. I think I'm getting alcoholic, but I refused to believe that. Alcohol was the only I could think of escaping the reality of what transpired in my life.

I do not want this.

When I finally felt the alcohol on my body, I stopped. I firmly hold the table while I stand from where I was seated, my body is heavy. That's when I began to feel my head was spinning and my whole body was hot as hell.

I managed to get off the castle and ended up in the parking lot. There was a sudden urge for me to vomit, so I ran to the garbage bin nearby, but like I said my life was hell. I tripped and my right heel was broken.

''Lucifer you shit!'' I cursed and my vomit retreated from urging to come out of my mouth.

I wanted to cry, but even my eyes weren't ready to wallow.

My car was six feet from where I was,  so I reached over and sat there staring at the blank wall in front of it. I'm the only person in the parking lot, they must have been sleeping now. The couple rented rooms for their guesst, but my drunk self preferred to be alone.

I fixed myself after an hour of doing nothing but sobering up. And I let myself do breathing exercises before I drive off. I lowered down the roof while on the road, so I can feel the air on my skin.

I thought I was already sober, but nope my vision was blurry and my head was still spinning. I turned right from Jasper Avenue to side streets, there's no way na may mag tao pa sa oras na ganito.

And I saw a shadow, a man crossing the pedestrian. He was so familiar, his face was clear as the day. I'm pretty sure that was him, the guy I saw when I got drunk when I was twenty. My thoughts faded away when I couldn't brake.

Oh, shoot.

I cursed as I approach the intersection. I tried to avoid hitting him, so I bumped the traffic light and swerved to the pavement hitting a tree.

Damn, my head's bleeding, but that's not my priority right now. I wanted to check the guy if he's alright. He was lying on the ground, and there was so much blood. I puked when I saw him and blacked out.

The first thing I decided to do when I woke up was to look for the guy. I wanted to see him, so I asked one of the nurses. She told me I'm the only one who was rushed yesterday night to the emergency room. Yet, I know in myself I saw him. It's been eight years, but I still vividly remember his face. He was the man who asked me if I was okay and the one who called 911 when I passed out on the seaside.

I sat on the benches in the hallway behind me was my room.

There was a loud noise coming from my room, so I tried to rest my head on the wall to hear who was inside. It sounds too familiar, my sister's voice was as loud as a speaker. I could hear it outside the room. They both arguing why I could have sold my car, our dad's car. It was one of the cars he left for us. I wanted to butt in, but there was a voice telling me not to go inside.

When I heard the door creak, I hid in the other room. And close the door, but slightly open an inch, to see them. I saw Chanaia and Clementine with their serious look.

"I don't know about Chastity, if she wanna kill herself. Do it alone, don't bother anyone!" Chanaia said.

That hurt me like a dagger pierced into my heart. I could have died last night, but all I heard right now were those words from Chanaia.

She broke my heart. I know she's always been cold and doesn't filter her words. But why the hell does she say that.

After a few seconds, Clementine followed her, and I stared at the door smiling bitterly. I guess no one loves me, huh. "You're stupid Chanaia, for your small brain. She's still your sister!" I heard Clementine shout.

Maybe their arguments started even before I woke up. I always thought Chanaia and Clementine were 'kakampi' but nope, I was wrong. The four of us are really ticking bombs.

I completely shut the door and unintentionally fell to my knees. Doesn't Chanaia respect me anymore or even what happened to me. I'm not surprised, they always do that to me. They always leave me when I needed them the most.

I don't know how long will we stay like this, our fights are long overdue.