An Unresponsive Universe

Chapter 3 - the truth behind smiles

"Iris, Dinner!" I heard Athea, one of my sisters, yell from the staircase.

The stairs from my room are ridiculously long, and the worst part is that a spiral so it looks endless from the top which is where I was currently standing.
They begin at the attic -my room- and finished in the hallway behind the kitchen where there's a side entrance for the dogs, maids, workers and grocery shopping bags. Most people, after knowing about the side door, start thinking on how cocky and irritating people we must be. The truth is that when the house was built, my mom's therapist was making her work on social inclusion. I must recall that he still is; such an accomplishment for Mr. Best-Therapist-in-the-state.

Each step I took descending I thought on how the world would be better if stairs didn't exist. Human beings should be able to say the place they want to be in, and fly to it while burning 300 calories every 50 feet. I won't say appear where they want, because then you'll miss the ride and everything will be meaningless.
Since we won't be flying or tele-transporting anytime soon, the world will be a shizzle(or shitty place) forever.

Halfway down the smell of cordon blue chicken filled my nostrils. A smile was placed on my face immediately, my favorite dish. Maria is definitely the best cook out there, I adore that woman. As fast as the chicken made me happy, the voice of my mother calling me again made me shiver in disgust. I had been hoping she had to work late, and I could have one peaceful dinner with dad and my sisters.

"It smells delicious, Cordon Blue?" I asked Maria with a smile even thought I already knew what she had prepared. "Just for you, my Iris" she answered with a wink as she finished serving our dinner. I gave Maria a side hug just as I spotted the chocolate cake. I gasped as I stared at such an amazing creation making the baker chuckle.
Just as I was stretching my arm to take a bit of the chocolate frosting my mom let out another exasperating scream "Iriss! Your family is waiting!" her voice didn't only give me a clear vision of her fake smile, but it made me think of her completely annoyed, and impatient.

Maria then nodded me to go out with her eyes wide. I couldn't help to roll my eyes and chuckle after seeing how scared she was at my mother, but I wouldn't blame her.
You either hate her and stand up to her, by annoying her even more; or you hate her but do whatever she wants, to not have her have you in her bad side.
I personally go for the first choice. You're going to hate her either way, might as well have fun with it.

With my arm still extended I scooped some frosting. The tip of my finger was covered in an instant by the brownish-creamy product. With my main goal accomplished I left the kitchen to the dinning room.
I licked the delicious creation from my finger and sat down at my usual seat next to dad.

"Sup" I greeted them all.

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"She's pregnant"
"Gosh she's such a whore"
"Girls, please think before speaking. That's not a good vocabulary"
"Who's the father?"

I took a huge gasp of air and let it out slowly. I cannot stand Atina's gossip, Athea's judging, and my mom's curiosity.
My dad is the only one still sane. Although his lack of character to be listened and obeyed, annoys me as much as the other 3 woman in this family.

"You know she-" My mother's shrill voice interrupted mine. "Girls now-a-days have no self-respect!"
"Maybe she loved her boyfriend and forgot to buy condoms" I said. My face radiant with bliss for being able to finish my sentence. When Athea kept saying rude things, I felt my face change into a doleful stage.

Being ignored was more than normal. At least for me.
I've never had a good relationship with my family. They blame me and my actions, I blame them and their
Indifference.
Most say I don't even try. Let me tell you something, I work my face off to feel apart of them.
I would LOVE to die someday and actually see them at my funeral. And not because the whole town would be there and, "ohmygod. what would they think"; but because they actually want to be there to say good-bye.