Hailey Hunes

Chapter 6

Hailey;

He just arrived. I look out my window and I see him driving his car into our driveway. He does it effortlessly, like he does every other thing in his life. Too perfect to ever have time on his hands to figure someone out who's too fucked in her head. He steps out his car and the first thing he does is look up. Instinct kicks in and I duck as fast as possible which causes me to fall on the floor. That hurt and that probably looked so dumb from down where he's standing. He has seen worse so it's okay or at least I try to tell myself it's okay.

I finish my chapter real quick seconds before I should head downstairs. My mom thinks it's rude to not be present at dinners when we have a visitor. Actually she finds it rude no matter what the circumstances are. Visitors or not, the Hunes always have dinner together. I sometimes sneak out and act like I was gone the whole day for school and work. Sometimes it works, sometimes the maids snitch on me. Cassandra hates me so I decided not to sneak out when it's Monday or Tuesday.

When I've finished I look at myself in the mirror before I hit the stairs. I have a button down shirt and some well fitted jeans. It looks classy. A lot of the times I don't go for classy but today I have a date on my agenda. I didn't plan to go out on a date today but when I was driving home after the embarrassing conversation I had with Christian I decided it's time to get laid again. I hit the one guy up who I know is always up for a quickie. He knows what's up when I call him. He knows it's just gonna be a casual hook-up because I was feeling horny. Sex and nothing more. And he understands that.

I have my heels in my hands and I decide not to wear them until I head out for my date. They hurt my feet so I will just walk in my house without shoes. Plus I did my toenails, some appreciation is welcome. I decided to do berry red this time, I love the way they turned out. It's perfect with my light tan I still have from a vacation 2 months ago.

I walk downstairs and see everyone already sitting at the dinner table. The first person to see me is the guy I wish I could erase out of my memories. He gives me a smile but once his gaze drops his smile disappears. He looks me up and down two times and I can feel his annoyance in his eyes. He looks me in the eyes again but I break it immediately. He doesn't care about all the things that has happened between us? Fine, neither do I. Everyone is chatting and when my mom finally notices me she says with her look that I should take a seat and greet everyone at the table. 

''Excuse me for being late today.'' I said while aiming for the seat that's right across Christians. ''Hi dad.'' I say when I pass him and he proceeds to grab my hand and gives it a squeeze. He gives me a smile in return.

''Why are you dressed like that?" My mom asks me while she snaps her fingers to make the servers known that they can serve dinner.

''What? You always tell me to look put together any time of the day.'' I say as innocently as I can get. It becomes quiet around the table, everyone was chatting but now silence has taken over the dinner room.

The incident that happened two days ago hasn't been brought up, it most likely won't. Like I said earlier, everyone ignores the dark moments. However I'm curious what was going on in my moms head in that moment. She hurt me, that she knows but what she doesn't know is that that was the first time I felt like she cared about me. It might sound crazy but we hurt the people we care about. It's just what humans do. And since I'm fucked up I hold on to every moment someone hurts me in my family.

My mom just looks at me and gives me a single smile of approval. It doesn't last long, the servers serve our food and everyone is back to small talk and enjoying their meals. I don't talk, I just listen. I've noticed that Christian isn't very talkative either. He listens and eats his food. For most people that would look normal but not to me. Christian is never silent in family occasions, he always tries to leave a good impression behind. No one would look at the ''confident Christian'' and think that he cares about what people think of him but after long conversations in the woods I know better. He cares and he will do everything he can do leave a good impression behind in any room.