Sadie, Someday...

Chapter 7 - What You Don't Know...

Chapter 7
What You Don’t Know…

“If it wasn't for your love, And your faith, For the sake, On this miserable fucking mess, But I won't lie to you, I don't need to be famous, Just need you to save us.” ~ Share With Me - Dayshell

The next morning at breakfast, Isla was the first to greet me.

“Morning, sneak,” she said lightly, a sly grin playing at her features. She spun the bag of bagels and hooked it with the plastic tie, watching me until I gave her an answer.

I wasn’t up for talking about things Isla didn’t have a clue about. After last night, permanently kicking Caden out of my life for good, things didn’t feel right anymore. When I managed to roll out of bed, my muscles felt so fragile and my head was spinning. The constant nagging elephant on my chest made it so much harder to breathe, the words I willed myself to keep down still hanging in the back of my throat.

“What are you talking about?” I said lowly, eyeing her above my grapefruit. It was the only thing I managed to keep down and knew I wouldn’t regret eating later. I had enough on my mind then to have to worry about my weight also. Avoiding mirrors today would be my number one task.

Well that and avoiding Caden.

“Don’t think you’re the only one who can hear the fire escape rattling at night. My room is right next to yours, Sade,” she grinned, bringing her bagel with cream cheese with her as she sat across from me in the dining room.

“That thing rattles all the time. Could be a squirrel for all we know,” I lied, keeping my gaze fixated on my minimal breakfast, my heart beating faster and faster as the time wore on.

I didn’t want to have to talk about Caden today. I spent most of the night, tossing and turning in bed just thinking about him. Today would be the day that I had to face him, just knowing that those nights when he would sneak through my window were long gone now. He’d spend his nights with Tally from now on.

“Oh come on, Sadie. I know Caden sneaks through your window every night. I don’t know why you thought you were an expert at keeping him hidden from everyone,” she waved a hand nonchalantly, like she didn’t care at all. Maybe it was a way for her to get me to talk, pretend for a few precious moments that we were the type of sisters that spoke about boys and getting our nails done.

But I knew she was just being nosy. She didn’t care about anyone else but herself.

“He doesn’t,” I snapped. Finishing the last bite of my breakfast, I threw the chair back and made my way to the trashcan. Her petite footsteps squeaked against the kitchen floors, signaling that she was following me.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know. I’ve done it a few times myself. That used to be my old room. Boys would come through there all time,” she said, leaning against the counter with her skinny arms crossed against her chest. Her blonde hair was done up in a sleek sock bun, small pieces framing her cheeks. Her lips were done up in a faded red color, matching the eyeliner around her lids. She was beautiful, as per usual.

And I was not.

“There’s nothing to lie about,” I snapped again, the malice clear in my voice.

It was irritating how she was pretending like we were these close pair of sisters that confided in one another. She spent her time with her friends, doing things with them that she was supposed to be doing with me. She confided in them, giggled with them over boys, and had secrets with them. I was just the girl that lived in her home that happened to be related to her. Just because she wanted to know if the school’s favorite boy was in my room last night didn’t give her the right to fake our relationship.