Dark Rose [#Wattys2016]

Four**Chloe

I WAS RIGHT.

The play I set up for my parents went perfect on the Morgenstern stage. Every time they turned away from my face, there was a chance I could discreetly roll my eyes.

"Completely unacceptable." Dad muttered, his brows scrunched in frustration.

"There was an accident." I tried for the fiftieth time. "It held me up."

"Oh, of course. Throw the responsibility at someone else besides yourself, Chloe, and that is completely selfish. Do you understand how this reflects on me?" He yelled and crumpled the paper in his long hands, throwing it away in the trash can next to him.

"I didn't mean to make you look bad." I muttered, staring at my hands. I hate it when they don't listen to me, making me sound like a bad person. They really know how to lower self-esteem.

"This is serious mistake, dear." Mom said, still not looking at me, as if I'd killed her life-long puppy. Nothing. She didn't even stick up for me. It was clear that the reaction they were looking for me was to be embarrassed, furious with myself instead of with them, beating myself up and apologizing later.

I grew up.

"Look, I didn't do this on purpose. I was just going to Papa John's and then I almost got hit by a horse." I stood up and my mom gasped in surprise. "Did I not mention that?"

"Unbelievable." Dad said, pursing his lips in anger. "I don't want to deal with this anymore. Go to you room. I want you to think about what your actions today. Meghan will bring your dinner. At ten, go to bed." He pointed sharply at the direction of my room.

"You mean that you don't want to deal with me anymore." I said in an angry, low voice.

He face turned beet red. "GO!"

I growled and fisted my hands at my sides, and once I got to my room, I slammed the door. My parents suck. I can think that but I won't say, because no matter how much I want to, words are a powerful thing.

I sat at bed wishing I'd brought my homework. I was only suspended for the day. So if I had field trip that Morgan "heard" about was still on, then I needed to be there with her.

It was nearly two since I've been lying flat on my bed reading a book or staring at the ceiling wondering what I could get designed up there. A knock sounded on the other end I figured it was Meghan, the maid.

"Chloe, your dinner is ready." She called through the door. I sighed and got slowly, and pulled open the door. Behind revealed Meghan's black and white maid outfit and her tiny white bonnet.

"Thanks." I said and took the silver tray with the pearl white plate that cost at least one fifty a piece. The silverware sat in a gold embroidered pouch by the silver dish.

"Your welcome." She said shortly before walking away. I'm guessing dad told her not to mingle. He's really taking this seriously.

I shut the door with my foot and sat my food at my desk, which was coated in dust and forgotten homework. I opened the third drawer to the right and pulled out an orange flavored Tootsie lollipop. Desert.

I turned on my Panasonic 52" TV and flipped to the channel that plays the most movies with explosives and gore. I normally took out my frustration on movies like that.

Legally Blonde with Reese Witherspoon came on and I settle with that. It wasn't much but I could use something to make fun of.

I took another bite of chicken and broccoli pasta, enjoying the peace and quiet I have to myself instead of an awkward dinner with my parents. My drink sat in a champagne glass and tasted like grape. It was crisp and bubbly.