Unwarranted

Unwarranted (2)

Chatper 2.

Energy was pretty much non-existent when I woke up the next morning. After I finally mustered the effort to even open my eyes and turn of my alarm clock, all I could do was stare at the door.

Like a child, my mind got lost in pretend land as I remember the times when I was just a kid back in Auxerre. Every morning at exactly seven am, mother would gently knock on my door and come in singing a French lullaby, quietly waking me from my sleep. When I was awake, Pierre would run in and drag me out to the kitchen where we, along with father, would eat mum’s special breakfast’s. She told us that if we didn’t eat breakfast the magic faeries couldn’t help us learn, and as a five year old I didn’t want to faeries to go! Pierre believed it, but he acted as though he didn’t. Natural to a male seven year old.

Father would always laugh at his tough attitude, and continue to read his paper, and mom would kiss his check and comfort me when he claimed that the faeries were not real.

Everything, was well, perfect.

Until my father left us for his mistress.

Asshole.

Mother didn’t know what hit her, she just became this lifeless… thing. Just a shell, her soul gone.

For years after Pierre and I looked after each other, mother never to be seen. We raised ourselves.

Pierre sought in the comfort of girls, and I just relied upon my sarcastic demeanor to stop anyone from getting to close. Then one day mother appeared from her room and announced we were moving to San Francesco, and without any explanation, ordered us to start packing.

I wish things could have turned out differently…

Tears pricked the back of my eyes and I quickly brushed a stray one away, no use crying over spilt milk.

Without further adieu, I climbed out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, realizing that with all my reminiscing, I was going to be late.

I jumped in the shower and tied my hair up into a high bun so it wouldn’t get wet, and after a quick scrub I jumped back out. Not worrying about mother seeing me, as she would be in bed, so I risked the naked run to my bedroom, texting my brother furiously on the way.

As though the hounds of hell were at my heels, I dressed in some black cargos and a cream hoodie. Equally as fast I jogged to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of whatever cereal was there and shoved it in my mouth, then chugged down milk straight from the carton to help with the digestion.

Soon enough a horn honked out the front and I barely made it out the door before another honk sounded. I locked up and skipped to Tyler’s car who winked at me from the driver’s seat. “Hey baby girl.”

“Hi Ty, thanks for the ride, I know it’s going to make you late too!” I noticed Pierre was missing, so I jumped in the passenger’s seat. “Where’s the a-hole?”

“With Lucy, well I think that’s her name. I said not to bother coming because I don’t really feel like listening to you to argue all the way to school.” He smirked, amusement clear in his dark blue eyes.

I grimaced, “Sorry, but he gets me so riled up sometimes!”

“I know right!”

We shared a smile before falling into a comfortable silence, listening to the radio.

After a few moments Tyler spoke, and “So I saw you and that Ajay kid yesterday, do I dare believe my eyes when I see you made a friend?” He smirked and all I did was laugh.