Our Secret

part 23 -saturday-

Vic

I woke up around two pm. To be honest i had gone to sleep around the early morning hours so it was expected.

Dad was at work and the place was a mess as always. He always leave in a rush so things would be just laying everywhere once he left.

I looked over to the pile of dishes that needed to be done.

I guess I'll clean for once.

Once the dishes were done I went over to the kitchen table that was covered in different papers. They were mostly dads so I just organized them to a few piles and carried them to his office.

As I made it back to the kitchen I noticed a small piece of paper that had fallen under the table. I went over to pick it up but stopped once I noticed what it was.

A picture of me and my parents when I was a child.

I had a huge smile on my face and so did dad. But my mom looked like she didn't want to be there. Of course.

I don't understand what I did to her. She had always despised me but I hadn't realized that it had started so soon.

I lifted the picture from the floor. A memory of myself as a teenager, maybe around 15 years old came to my mind.

I was crying in my room. It had been two years. Two long fucking years since she visited us.

She always asked dad to go and see her but always told him to leave me home.

I was nothing to her.

After that night I never cried after her, or anyone. I lost my best friend, Mia. She turned to someone who would make fun of me for attention.

She knew about my mom and soon enough knew the whole school.

I lost contact with my childhood friends in France, all of them were now just faint memories of words and faces.

I never really liked to show much of my emotions to anyone, or maybe I didn't trust enough to do so.

Dad didn't really seem to care about my loss. He was always so in love with mom that he overlooked my problems and the fact that it had now been over six years since I had been to France.

I placed the picture backwards on the table and went back upstairs to my room to get my wallet as dad send me a list of things to get from the store.

Julia

"Dear, can you go and get the bread from a few aisles down?" Mom asked.

I had agreed to go grocery shopping with her as my brother was once again staying with his friends instead of helping at home.

I walked down the isles and made it to the one with all the breads. I searched for the one we usually had and found it but it was on the top shelf too high for me to reach.

I tried to reach for it on my tiptoe without success. I looked around for a employee but couldn't find one.

"You need help with that princess?"

I jumped at the voice but recognize it soon after.

"You scared me!" I complained as I turned around to face Vic who was standing behind me with a playful grin on her face.

"You are just easy to scare", she chuckled looking down at me.

"Well now that you are here miss 'taller than a tree' you might as well give me that pack of bread from the top shelf".