Dorian

Dorian 3

The next few days were living hell. The lady was always here. If I went somewhere she was always there, it's like she does this on purpose. My dad and I still haven't talked since that night. I don't really mind since it's usually been like that, but now he's starting to glare at me. I know that I'm not in the wrong. My dad shouldn't be with that lady and I stand by that. She is way too young and I'm starting to wonder how or where they met.

She's been trying to talk to me as well. I can see the way her face flushes whenever I've caught her eye. Pathetic. That's what she is, pathetic. This had to be one of my fathers greatest accomplishments of disappointment besides me. Sometimes I wish my mother were still alive. I was naive to think that she would be anything. She passed away so quick, it was as if she was never there. I had just gotten into the 2nd grade by then. I didn't talk to anyone until the age of 10. Two years later.

As soon as I had gotten into middle school much more changed then I would like to admit. Well not really, it was until 8th. I had been liked by everyone and the greatest student. I was adored by everyone. I was always on top no matter what. I was better than everyone. Although it would have been better if started when I was a freshman. It was still good. I knew that I still needed to be on top of everyone.

Now at the age of 16 I'm still doing excellent. I've become greater at everything. My home life was never the best but I can't say it was the worst. I got to do lots of things. My father didn't care too much, as long as I always knew my place in the house. His threats started when I was 13. Three years ago. I never took them seriously until I had to live with a buddy of mine for three weeks. He didn't mind and thought my dad was just on a business trip while I stayed.

I let out a sigh. I was starting to feel hungry. My stuff is sometimes missing but thankfully my pearls are still in place. I walk out my room in just my white briefs. As I reached the kitchen I let out a yawn. I think my father left. I feel at peace now. I turn on some music. Glimpse of us by Joji, plays softly in the background as I make something to eat.

My body is turned facing the stove when all of a sudden I hear a gasp. I turn to look at who it is and roll my eyes. The lady.

"When are you ever gonna leave me alone?" Groaning out the words to make it more well known to her. Her face scrunches up a bit, most likely trying to find an answer to my question. I let out a huff and turn around. It's not like she was gonna answer.

"I don't meant to."

It was very faint to the point were I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I don't turn around because I wouldn't know what to say and I don't care. I get a plate and put my eggs and tortilla on it. I sit down and before I'm able to take a bite, the lady coughs. I roll my eyes.

"If you want my attention so bad you could have just asked no need to do all that." I glare at her not having the patience to for this. "Now you have nothing to say. Oh goodie!" I say with a fake smile on my face. She's visibly pissed.

"For your information i was just going to say that your dad will be gone."

I blink once, then twice, and a final time.

"I know." I walk away with my food up to my room. Finishing it right when I get to the door. I sigh out not wanting to go back down the stairs. I do a thin lined smile and set it down next to some flowers. I leave tomorrow morning to the camp. It's the reason why my dad leaves but he comes home three days before me.

I'm somewhat surprised my dad didn't take her. I thought he would have been showing her off as if she were a trophy, I guess not. Then again what was there to show off? She didn't cook, didn't clean, didn't do anything. She was just there. The place that she is most at is in my flower garden. I grew and planted all those flowers and now she's here taking up my space. It's like she has no morals. Very disrespectful of her if I do say so myself.

The thing is she glows whenever she's around them. She looks much happier and at peace. The way her long hair flows when she's there. Her short sundresses are always the cutest. She never wears any shoes or socks when she's there. I can see her reading books from time to time. I want nothing more than to destroy it. Other times not so much. I knew father wouldn't like it much if I do so. I have a bench near the flowers that she usually rests her body on when she's reading. At times she just lays down on the ground with a white picnic cloth. She always has her legs up dangling in the air. I get good views of her underwear when she does it.

It's like she's teasing me, desperately wanting my attention. It had to be, my room is nearest to the flower garden. She never wears thongs as far as I can tell. They are usually pale white with pink, blue, or purple flowers. I wonder how her bathing suits look like. I might call to get the pool done or ask father to do it.

"Dorian?" I hear on the other side of the door. "May I come in?" What does this horrid lady want.

"I guess so yeah."

The door knob twists opening the actual door. I'm not facing her since I'm looking at the garden.

"I was wondering if it will be okay if maybe we can get to know each other?"

I look at her confused "And why is that." I saying humming.

"Well we have to get along at some point, why not now since your father is gone?"

"You do know I'm leaving tomorrow right." Panic floods her hazel green eyes.

"Oh, my mistake then." She closes the door. I can hear her dragging her shoes against the floor. Making another mistake again. Why can this lady do anything right. I would have thought my dad would marry someone more proper. I close my eyes wanting the day to end.