Colorful Lies

Iridessa

"Des come on or you're gonna be late!"
"I'm coming"

I pull my locs that I've been growing for longer than I could remember into a half up half down style and pull two pieces in the front out to frame my face more. I analyze my makeup once I'm done, to see if anything needs to be perfected.

I had on a light coat of mascara to bring out my brown almond shaped eyes, foundation and concealer which are perfectly blended together, and a nude and dark brown lip combo with the shiny gloss I just applied. Everything looks perfect, I grab all my belongings that I need for today, I throw my gloss in the small front pocket of my backpack, just in case I need to touch up my lips later. I look in the mirror at my outfit, doing some last minute adjustments, then make my way downstairs. I get to the kitchen island and sit in my usual spot closest to the wall, taking in the smell of freshly fried vegetables and toast in the air.

"Good morning Will, how did you sleep? I asked our chef while he is slaving away in the kitchen making us our breakfast.

My dad is one of the best lawyers in the small city that we live in. He makes enough to pay for my brother and my expenses, to pay our personal chef and maid who comes twice a month to clean, pay bills, and still have left over money to give me whenever I wanna go shopping. He's been in the business for as long as I can remember and he is pretty damn good at it. If he isn't in the office that we have in our two story house, then he's at his actual office in his building. And yes I said HIS building. They named it after him once he won his one hundredth case within the span of four years.

Since all he does is work you can tell we don't see him much, but he still finds a way to be around for us when he can. He's home for breakfast every morning, and here for dinner every night. And if it's something important going on, he will drop everything to come support.

"I slept well my dear" Will responded, passing me my veggie omelet. William Anderson has been our chef since I was twelve, and he already seemed like family. Even tho he is only here for limited times through out the day, I see him a lot more than I see my own father. "You better hurry and eat though sweetheart, your ride is gonna leave you soon" he directed his eyes behind me causing me to turn and see my brother walking down the stairs.

Tirone has been driving me to and from school since he's been home from school this last week. My best friend Lacey normally would come pick me up, but due to her leaving for her once every month vacation her parents take her on, my brother has been on the job. While he's home at least.

"If I could leave her, trust me I would" he picks up a slice of toast and takes the biggest bite out of it. "If you didn't total your car you wouldn't have to depend on me taking you too and from school".

I had a beautiful red Porsche with light brown leather seats and, my touch of course, pink seat rugs. It drove so beautifully and I really wish I still had it. I was driving home one night from a party and some drunk driver decided to T bone me and ram me into a telephone pole. Thank goodness I survived on how bad the impact was, but I still have the scars on my back and legs to keep the memory fresh.

"Oh hush. You love it, and the accident wasn't my fault"

We chat up a bit more as we eat and Will cooks when my dad walks down stairs with stress written all of his face. He's buttoning his suit jacket as he makes his way into the kitchen walking over to the coffee maker. Will had just got done packing my dad's lunch for work when he noticed my dad didn't grab his breakfast like usual.

"Well good morning sir. Your breakfast is a bit cold, but I could warm-"

"I'm skipping breakfast, I have an early meeting to attend" my dad said grabbing his lunch and taking his number one lawyer cup from under the coffee machine. "Also I have some paperwork to do, so have dinner without me. I'll just pick something up"

"But dad, it's Tuesday. This is the day we make mom's homemade lasagna"

One Tuesday evening me and my dad were looking for something to make when I was young that we can cook together. I was going through one of the books and I found a paper that had my mom's name on it. It read "Melany's Lasgna special", and my dad made it a tradition to keep her spirit alive. She died in a car accident a while ago when I was just a baby. I never met her but the stories that I hear about her are always to good that I can tell she always had a good heart. Ti was only five and has very limited memory of her but he always told me the memories that crossed his mind were always pure.

"I'm sorry, but it's important that I get my work done" He starts takes a few sips of his coffee before grabbing a to go cup from the cupboard.

"We never miss Tuesdays. And everything you do is important, that's your job. But it's never been to much to cancel our Tuesday dinner plans"

"Damnit dessa, I know you're disappointed but there is nothing I can do okay? This is my job, this is how you still have a roof over head and someone to make food so you don't starve. Missing one Tuesday isn't going to change anything. Your to old for that stupid tradition anyways" he slammed his mug down in frustration, grabbed his lunch bag out of Wills hand and walked out the door making sure to slam it a bit so we knew he was irritated.

Hearing him say that the tradition was stupid caused a pain in my chest that I have never before. He has never blew up on me like that. All because I wanted to know why we were missing out on a tradition HE made. Tears were starting to form in my eyes when I felt caress my back.

"Come on sis, let's get you to school"

Ti grabs my backpack for me and we head outside to his jeep. "Don't let what dad said get to you okay? He's just under a lot of stress from work lately"

"Yeah I guess"

The drive to my school is silent the whole way, and what dad said is flowing through my mind. "Your to old for that stupid tradition anyways". I've never thought those words would hurt me so much, but for some reason they did. He's always stressed but never has he lashed out like that, I wonder if there is something else bothering him.