Kiss My Threats

Chapter 02

Two months after...

If I was looking at myself right now, I would have thought I was a sick patient with my duvet covering some part of my chest downwards and my hair spreading out in all directions in my pillow. But of course mom is not going to tell me that.

She carefully placed the tray containing its entity, French toast and one of the tallest glasses of something that looks like an orange juice on my bedside table.

She curved her head to me.

"Morning mom." My voice came out low as usual and I didn't apply any effort in making it sound better to her satisfaction, because I'm still hurting. I adjusted myself to sit on my bed, entertaining her because I have no choice.

"Hope you slept well babygirl." A genuine smile crawled on her lips as her eyes glinted with....hope and happiness.

"You should have breakfast, trust me you'll love it."

My eyes run back to the food beside. And I felt that feeling again down there, my stomach churning. Normally, she wouldn't have to tell me to have breakfast, rather she would even be complaining that I eat too much, this and that.

"I am not hungry." I really am, but I am not in the mood to eat. I don't even know how to explain my situation, it just happens. I set my eyes back on mom when I noticed that she hasn't said anything yet and that doesn't mean good.

"It is either you eat it right now or I shove it down your throat. " Her tone went from smooth to rough and low to high, sending me glares and the tray repeatedly. Taking in what she means and I am not ready for her to go all out with her episodes on me so I did what a normal teen would do if they were in my shoes, extended my hands to the tray and put it on my laps

"You do not eat healthy nowadays Genevieve and that is not going to continue, have you seen yourself in the mirror, you're becoming so lean, you better get back to your eating habits and eat your fairly burnt mashed potatoes I won't complain either. I don't want to watch my daughter turn into a stickman." She made a long pause almost as if she was thinking of what to say next, "if this has to do with Fa-"

I gulped down the quantity of toast left in my mouth.

"You can't just stay all day sulking and keeping things to yourself. Yes I understand your grief but what has happened has happened, you've got to move on from your past, bring yourself out of your shell, no one would help me do that, except yourself. Don't look back, it's just going to ruin you the most."

I ended up nodding at her even if most of the words she was saying were passing through one ear and passing out through the other.

"Vi, listen, don't think too much, okay? It knocked you for six but I don't want my girl to be depressed anymore, your dad would hate seeing you in this way when he comes."

My mouth froze, even the food I was eating froze along with it.

Finally gotten out of my reverie I spoke up, "Dad? No way mom, it's a lie." I belted, dumping my almost finished toast somewhere else and settled to sit beside her.

"You shall see.'' her laughter almost sounded too foreign to my ears. Like, when last did I hear her actually laugh. She put me in her embrace then planted a kiss on my hair. I felt the surface of my lips cracking. That was when my mom and I found out that it was finally happening. I felt my lips starting to extend into something I've done in a long time, a smile, a genuine one for that matter. It didn't pass by my mom, her glowing eyes expressed it all.

Finally, a great news to start the day with. It isn't like I'm a daddy's girl, I ain't. I am just over the moon because my dad joined the army and left for a war two years ago when I was 16 and the joy of seeing him again had been built in me. It had been so long since I've heard of him, seen him or even heard his thundering, deep voice.