Who Am I

Chapter 8

Who Am I - Chapter 8

I felt sick when we pulled in the driveway. I didn’t want to face my dad, I couldn’t.

“Aren’t you coming?” Erica shouted at me. Her hand was on the door knob, I was still in the jeep. I got out of my seat and grabbed my stuff from the back. Erica had her keys in the front door and left wide open for me. I took out her keys and closed the door behind me. I put her keys on the table I had knocked over earlier today.

“When’s your date again?” Erica asked as she grabbed a granola bar, she ripped off half of it and handed it to me.

“Seven.” I told her before I took a bite out of the granola bar. She nodded as she chewed.

“Ok. I have a meeting to get to; when I get back I promise to help you get ready.” Erica flashed a smile and finished her last bite. I waved good bye to her. She left the house shortly.

Being alone in the house felt weird. I got use to it about a week after my parents started this big mess. But now I felt alone; empty. I quickly went up the stairs; to my room and changed my tight jeans in to lose sweatpants.

I crept to my parent’s room; I put my ear to the door to see if anyone was in there. I heard nothing. I let out a breath of relief. I can relax knowing I won’t run into my parents. If I saw my mom I might spill it all to her right then. If my dad came home I would have to put on a fake smile and act like everything is ok, when he is ripping this family apart.

I went down the stairs happily; I grabbed my book bag; pulled out my homework and began to do my math assignment at the kitchen table. Around five I started to get hungry, I didn’t want to eat like a total pig at dinner, and I didn’t want to just get a glass of water. So I settled with macaroni and cheese. Once I finished my homework and my macaroni and cheese, Erica ran threw the door with papers in her hand.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Erica apologized, she threw her keys and purse and papers on the kitchen table. “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”

My eyes widened, I haven’t even thought about clothes. “No.” I said quietly.

“Shit,” Erica rubbed her temples, she started to pace. I looked over on the clock. 5:45. Crap. Erica suddenly stood still. “I got it!” Before I could ask she was starting to go up the staircase. I put my pen down and followed her up the stairs; to her room.

Erica was digging in her closet throwing clothes behind her. I sat on her bed and watched her as she looked for my perfect outfit.

“Where is he taking you?” Erica asked over her shoulder.

“Some dinner movie thing.” I replied as I started to pick my nails.

“This is perfect!” Erica began to sequel, she pulled out a white silk shirt, a navy blue blazer that had white stitching and a pair of dark rinse skinny jeans. At first I doubted her choice, but then when I put it on, I was glad to have a sister like Erica to help me with things like this. I walked out of the bathroom with the new outfit on.

“Gorgeous!” Erica clapped her hands together. “Wait shoes!” Erica was gone in a flash; I stared to go after her down the empty hallway. “These would be perfect.” Erica held out a pair of black stilettos. I choked out a laugh.

“I can’t walk in those; I will fall down on my face!” I pushed the shoes away. Erica pouted. She sighed and went back to her room. This time I followed her, she had three pairs of shoes lined up for my deciding. I chose the white flats because I knew I couldn’t hurt myself with them.

“Ok, now for make-up. Did you want a Smokey eye?” Erica asked as she went to her dresser and rummaged threw her make-up bag.

“What the hell is that?” I asked her confused. I sat on the end of her bed, Erica turned around sharply.