~ Scaramouche POV ~
- ~•~ -Here I was, suffering the aftermaths of my Mothers rage.
Locked alone in my room, which has things all over the place from my mother throwing them around. She criticized the way I ordered my room, so she threw things around and told me to fix it. I didn't really want to fix my room, but I did.
My scalp still stung from where my mother pulled my hair. She still seemed livid about me cutting my hair. Usually, she doesn't physically hurt me or my sister, but I guess she was really mad today.
Luckily, she had informed both me and my sister during dinner (I was very little and forced to sit and stare at the wall) that she would only be home for 2 days. All I have to do is make it the rest of this day and tomorrow and then she will be gone—
"Knock, knock." I heard my bedroom door be hit. Was it Raiden or Mother? I guess I'll have to find out.
Just in case it was my Mother, I tidied myself and my room up a bit before answering.
A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as Raiden appeared before my door. Raiden both looks and sounds like my mother, it's uncanny.
The rims of her eyes glistened against the bright lighting of our home. Ah, she must've been crying. It's been a while since I've seen her cry, to be honest. Usually Mother's rants don't affect her much. "Are you okay?" She asks, her mouth gently strumming words, her voice was delicate verse the harsh yelling of our Mother.
"Are you?" I rebutted, leaving her question pending. She glared at me, before nodding warily. A tired look wore on her face, dulling the sparks in her eyes as time goes.
"I'm fine, really." Raiden assured. We both knew she was lying. The corners of her mouths were forced upwards in a sympathetic smile. She strung her arm on my shoulder, a tension lingering. As fatigued as she was, she still managed to smile at me.
She's such a great sister.
A wistful smile spread across my face. My skin scrunched, teeming with ugly wrinkles. There were unsaid words hung in the air, lingering where neither of us could tell what the other wanted to say.
"I love you." I finally broke the unwavering silence with my rueful sentence. I had never said that to my sister before. As ungrateful as I am, I always loathed showing affection, to anyone. I had hated my sister. Her seldom ways of showing love to anyone always left me to despise her.
Quietness roamed the two of us, before she pulled me into a hug. I don't remember the last time she had hugged me.
She rapped her hands around my back and head. Although I hated the touch, practically loathing because of it, it still felt nice knowing she cared, I guess.
I guess I couldn't keep track of when, but we had pulled away, and she quietly went to her room, not making a peep.
The rest of my evening was spent sitting in my room and doing my homework. I didn't even dare look at the notifications on my phone, I didn't feel like texting anyone. Of course, that is in the case that someone actually bothers to text me.
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Early as the weekend felt, it ended early as well. It was already Monday, and I was already making my way to school. Mother had left yesterday morning, thank the lord. Mother's yelling had also been minimal compared to when she first got home.
At the school gate, I was met with a familiar female voice. Mona.
I groaned, turning to her as she neared with her ever-so-proud smirk. "Hey! Kuni~!" Mona called as she started to close in on the gap between us. With my ever so high intelligence, I chose to ignore her. I whooshed my head away from her, ignorant to her presence.
Unfaithfully, my efforts failed.
"Bitch! Look at me!" Mona snatched my head and jerked it sideways, forcing me to look at her. I flinched in surprise. Well, that did not work.
"I was ignoring you for a reason." I hissed, looking at her with a face of distain. She rolled her eyes in response.
"Oh yeah? And what reason is that?" Mona questioned, looking skeptical at my answer. To be honest, I thought the reason why was pretty obvious.
"It's cause you're annoying." I groaned, her face flashed with irritation. She latched her clammy hands onto my hair, tugging it. God, what it is with woman and pulling my hair?! "Ow—!"
"I am NOT!!" Mona screeched, pulling on my hair as I tried to tug her away from me. So much for her composed aura. God, she should really stop boasting on how 'great' she is.
"Let go of me!! This is what I was talking about!" I complained, desperately trying to get her hands out from my hair. Who knew she could have such a tight grip?!
After a while of struggling and people staring, I finally got her to release me.
"Finally." I groaned, pushing her away as soon as she let go. "What do you even want?" I looked at her distrustfully. Last time she needed something she forced me to plunge her toilet; turns out she planted a fake rubber fish in there, causing me to get freaked out when and came out and flung straight at me.
"Oh nothing~ just, make sure you talk to your boyfriend. He seems like he wants to talk to you~" Mona grinned, the corners of her mouth pulled upwards in a mischievous smirk.
"My boyfriend—?" I stopped talking for a moment, when realization hit me. "Kazuha is not my boyfriend! I'm not gay! What is it with people and thinking me and Kazuha are a thing?!" I protested.
"I never said a name." Mona eyed me, smirking. "Anyways, you should talk to him today." Mona advised, leaving swiftly before I got to ask her any questions. I knew she was always right, she always had been. Not just this, but so many times before she's had a knack for just knowing things. It's like she can tell the future.
While Kazuha seems a bit tense around me lately, I should probably go talk to him. If Mona advised it, then there's probably something else behind it. Either way, I should be able to find out when me and him talk.
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Done with this chapter! Sorry for another late chapter! 😭 I just don't have many ideas on what to write lately. If anyone has any suggestions for the next chapter, I'm very much open to it! Anyways, bye bye! ☆〜(ゝ。∂)
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