Escape

Chapter 13

After Maria left my room, I stayed in my bed nearly what felt like hours because of the heavy thinking.
Was it even a dream or a miracle? Miracles don't happen anymore, they are just a part of the imagination everyone has about something they desire.
Every time I blink I can see the desire in Trevor's eyes, he wanted to know, he wanted to help, however, did he want anything else?
The memory taunts me every time i close my eyes. The taste of freedom slipped down my finger tips. Everything seemed just real, everything was detailed, every detail, the house, the room, the window. I didn't remember any of it if I hadn't dreamt.
I finally decide to go out of bed,
"Lolli" I call out, as she came rushing in
"Oh my goodness, what's wrong?" She asks, worry clear in her features.
"Um, nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you can return the food? I'm full."
"Oh" she says, as she lets out a deep breath of relief as if she was holding it for hours.
"Y-yes sure."
Why is everyone acting so awkward today? I wonder what's going on, it's probably one of my mother and father's fights. 'As usual'
I decide to ignore the fact of awkwardness in the house and look around my room. I had always had an obsession of having everything tidy.
I directly tidy my bed, place the pillows and spray a mint smelling air freshener.
Then I enter the bathroom to get a quick shower, hoping the warm water can soothe my nerves. I turned on the heater, the hot water and squeezed the bottle of soap and bubbles appeared.
I almost forgot the pain in my chest when I entered the heavenly bathtub where I let my singing talent take over the bathroom until I heard my phone ring.
The phone is in my room, but it won't stop ringing, I wonder who would it be. I ignored it and continues scrubbing my body with the vanilla smelling soap, and foamed my hair with my new shampoo. I became much more relaxed after this warm bath that was supposed to be a "quick shower."
I grabbed a towel and stepped on the mini carpet on the floor.
The room was full of the sweet vanilla scent, I should get more of this brand, the smell doesnt seem to go away.
I massage a little bit of conditioner in my hair and brushed it slowly under it became literally as straight as a sheet of paper. I took my curling iron out and curled tue edges of my hair causing them to shine even more after reflecting light from underneath the perfectly made curls.
I open my textbook and started to review for my exam tomorrow. I feel like a weight is lifted from my chest until I settled down again on my perfectly made bed.
The pillow underneath my hair was too comfortable that I decided to take another nap, something I had never been quite a fond of.
I closed my eyes, imagining what if the dream came true, just like they say, dreams do come true. However, even thinking about it, about how realistic it was makes my heart ache and my system to pump much more blood.
I finally decide on talking to Maria about it, but I don't expect her to actually agree with me. I mean she is pretty and she gets everything she wants, she even gets hit lesser than I do get.
A strong knocking that had turned into pounding woke me up. Oh no, it can't be.
"Open the fucking door," he screams through my newly rejuvenated door, after being hit with my "father's fist.
"Can't you hear me, or do I have to break the fucking door on the lame ass head of yours?"
I quickly make my bed and spread my books wide on the floor,
"I'm sorry father, my headphones' sound was much louder than the knocking that I didn't hear you until you spoke." I tried to seem as innocent as possible.
"Fine," he calmly replies.
What's wrong with him?
"U-Um I just wanted to checkup on you. I thought you were sick." he says, trying to let his kindness compensate on the miserable attempts to knock calmly on the door.
I wonder why is he kind, he usually came in here to see my record book and praise me if I did well.
Although he is tough and inhumane, he has that side that almost never shows, he is a really nice person whose ego gets the best of him.
He likes to joke as if it's his job. He has a shit load of friends, but as soon as he returns home, he turns into one hell of a monster and he claims that he is right since he is protecting us.
I gave him a really warm smile and answered him thankfully "Oh, thank you father, in fact I felt a bit ill when I woke up, and decided against going so that I could rest. After your acceptance of course.."
I expected him to be angry but instead he smiles, making his hollywood smile clear.
I don't know what to call this, I'd love getting to know the good part of him better, just like his wife and friends do.
After an approximate of 3 minutes, I heard a feather-light knock on the door, her decentness never fails to impress me. Her clear blonde hair enters before her head before she walks in.
Oh god, this woman has a heck of a good taste in clothes. She is wearing a turquoise colored knee-long skirt with a design of white flowers filling the turquoise background. Inside the skirt, she tugs in a white long-sleeve shirt who's mostly buttoned. On the left, the burberry symbol appears driving the attention to it before the hermes scarf thats mostly inside the top of the collar.
"Good morning sweetie," she says after approaching me to give me a kiss on my forehead.
"Morning mum," I say, equally as sweet.
"Lolli told me you were feeling ill since morning, is everything alright honey?"
"Uhm, yeah I was a little ill when i woke up this morning, maybe it's just a cold."
She gives me an understanding smile after she turns around to reach the door knob
"Honey, take care of yourself and I'll ask Lolli to give you a couple of medicines for you to feel better."
I send her a flying kiss and hear her saying from outside
"My phone will be off today, so call your Granny if you need anything."
"Yeah, umm sure." I was unsure on how to respond, especially after the eliminated outburst from father.
Mum is usually sweet and decent, however, father's actions today surprised me and somehow made me feel better. I mean maybe after all these years he felt he was wrong and he was trying to compensate for losing us.
The Positive thoughts that filled my mind gave me enough energy to get up and change my pajamas and wear something nicer, maybe I could use a walk.
I took off my shorts and wore a pushup black legging from Victoria's Secret new collection and replaced my black shirt with a white shirt and designed it with a scarf around my neck.
I threw then my pajamas in the washing bin and went downstairs.
A scent of delicious bread filled the entire house, I can tell that our cook Lorent, is up to something different.
"Good morning Missy" she says with her high-pitched voice.
"Mornings Lory" I assume she didn't hear me, but I wouldn't blame her, considering the sound of the metal pans and utensils, she might not be able to hear humans.
I sat on the small table on the left of the kitchen, in the middle, stood a vase full of pink and red fake roses. They were made of feather that sparkled and gave them a rich look, reflexing their quality.
I sat there, with my phone in my hand, I logged in my Instagram account, the perfect social media network that allowed you to be up to date with any matter in the world.
My most preferable category is fashion. Most of my followings list is made up of fashion accounts, each of a different name
I looked up some new chanel bags and took a screenshot for some so that I could buy them later.
I felt like I needed to pamper my self, so i hopped to the toiletry and grabbed my makeup set.
I applied a think coat of Max Factor foundation, it made me feel alive and removed the parlor shade of white off my face.
After that I grabbed my Adam's bronzing powder and applied a thick coat on my face, over my eyebrows. I usually loved this specific bronzer, it gave my face a bright, sharp shade.
I felt as if something was missing so I applied a dark raspberry colored blush on my cheekbones, it felt perfect. And with my hair done, I felt complete and gained a strange real strong wave of confidence, that swam through my veins and spilled in my body and brain.