my brother's best friend

chapter v

“chloé bag”
through elise hampton

the words in front of me captured my full attention. i read the phrase she was one of those girls or something along those lines.

that was of course before it was once again taken away from the task in hand. the sight of the sea made my gaze linger on it. the sunrise made it shine like i never saw before. maybe i wasn't looking.

the waves were iluminated by this growing light, its blue making space for the orange that overcame it.

my breath quickened seeing the sight before me, my blue eyes fluttering.

i put my book aside, the paper pages falling over the early morning dew. the water slowly invaded the tinted letters.

i felt the familiar cold of the dusk. however i kept my feet on the wet grass, enjoying the different sensation.

my wet hair added to the feeling, even though the towel around my head freed me from the unpleasant water drops that would fell on my white shirt.

i crossed my legs, the chirping of birds bought me some tranquility.

but like every other aspect on my life it was interrupted. by my mother.

i understood she had returned from vacation.

she came shouting, her voice invading the silent morning.

"elise!" she fiercly pointed a finger at me.

"i'm sick of your laziness embarassing me. do you know what ann mary said to me when i went to have brunch at her house?" her furious eyes glinted. her expression became more enraged if possible once she saw my surprised reaction.

she chuckled.

"she said: oh when will elise begin working?" her wrinkled hands gestured impatiantly as she told her little story.

"and i, like the good mother i am, explained that my daughter wasn't ready for the active life" she tried to say it gracefully.

"she told me that she would never do such thing with a daughter of hers" she spat.

"her sweet rosemary is taking a medicine degree on yale. ivy league elise!" she shouted. i stood up, thinking of something to defend myself from her insults.

"i will not turn a blind eye while you embarass me. or you get a godamn job or you leave my fucking house" i felt a pang in my heart. my mother has always been like this, her wealthy friends, who she would call healthy competition, were her world. her mothers, her daughters, her sisters. i was just this character she could hang on the picture when it was necessary.

i walked around her frame, my rapid steps taking me away from her tormenting shouts.

i ran to the paviment. my bare feet strood along the ornamental shrubs, my chest hurt due to my uneven breath.

the cold breeze hit my legs, sending shivers down my spine.

my persistent movements came to an halt. one only thought fogging my mind.

where would i go to?

i had run away once. but now?

i understood i had no destination.

defeated i went back. my parents didn't saw me.

and like that i fell on the soft mattress of my bed.

i realised that at that moment i had chose the first option.

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my feet took me downstairs. i rested my upper body on the kitchen island, with a packet of greasy chips on my hands. i crunched on them, before my eyes catched something. the sudden scene caused my movements to come to an halt. i brushed my foot on my ankle, leaning up front.