Fighting for Love

Chapter 2 (REWRITTEN)

By the time I was ready to leave work I was thoroughly exhausted to say the least,  it seemed like today was really not my day.

I got to work thirty minutes late, then someone had the audacity to take my parking and I got chewed out by the principal. The bitch always seemed to have a problem with me. Things didn't seem to get any better throughout the day and it was safe to say that I was happy to leave work before my mouth got me in trouble.

Thinking about the long ride to Monique's house wasn't helping either. I was usually happy to get away and visit her but at this moment I simply wanted the weekend to fly as quickly as possible. 

When I got to my car I got in lowering the windows and taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.  Then I started my car and headed back home to collect my stuff.

When I got home, I tidied up a little, then fixed myself a quick snack since I skipped lunch. I grabbed the carry on that I made sure to pack with all of my clothes and toiletries. Deciding not to waste another second since traffic was sure to be a pain, I locked up and headed back to my car for the second time today.

Placing my carry on in the back seat, I slammed the back door with force and stomped to the front getting in and buckling up. I knew I needed to get a grip on my temper before I got to my sister's place but that would require me to stop thinking.  So I I plugged in my phone to my car and played some Adele focusing on her music instead. Backing out of the drive way, I threw a quick glance at the clock which stated 4 p.m before I began the long journey to Monique's place.

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After a long and tiring two hour drive I finally pulled up to white gates which quickly opened up granting me access to my sister's mansion. Feeling my temper that I worked so hard to tame rise yet again at the constant reminder that being here meant performing. 
Whenever I was feeling uneasy or vulnerable I always found myself resorting to anger as a coping mechanism.  I promised myself a long time ago to never show any form of weakness in front of anyone.

When I finally parked, I got out of my car grabbing my bag and heading to the front door. On my way there I took time to admire her garden which was on either sides of her door. I was pulled out of my thoughts from Monique who pulled open the door and pulled me into a tight hug. At the familiar scent that was my older sister I calmed down a little enjoying the warm embrace she provided. 

Deciding to forget about tonight for a few minutes, I quickly hugged her back. When we pulled apart I looked down and saw her smiling from ear to ear and I couldn't help but to give her a small smile of my own.

Monique was my older sister by two years, however she looked much younger than her current twenty eight years of age. I blame it partly on the fact that she stood at a mere 5'1".
She was the same complexion as myself and her hair was a darker brown than mine and she had a small structure but still managed to have curves in all the right places. I couldn't deny that Monique was the sweetest person I knew.

She was the only one that I allowed myself to depend on because I knew that she always came through for me, that's why I made a mental note to help her out despite my own discomfort at the situation. 

"I didn't realize just how much I missed you until I saw your car pull up in the drive, how are you doing Sammy,"  the sincerity in her voice gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach,

"I'm okay Mon, how are the preparations for the engagement party going?" I asked genuinely interested in her reply,

"Well everything is right on schedule now, the decorations are almost done out back in the yard, the caterers are gonna arrive any minute now and since your here the entertainment is on time as well," she said giving me a warm smile.