Her Fixable Heart

Chapter 2. Run. CLIFF HANGER ALERT

‘W-what?’ I stuttered and mum turned to me and said with kind eyes.

‘Margaret worries for yours and Nals “safety” she ended with quotation marks and sent a death glare to her own mum.

‘I know what they do to you,’ she stated and my jaw dropped to my knees. We were all silent as I watched my mum’s mood change from angry, shocked, mad and blank, I could handle mad, angry and shocked, but blank was the worse thing she could be.

‘Did you tell her!?’ she screeched and took a threatening step toward me.

I stepped back and shook my head sternly and said, ‘NO! I swear I didn’t’

Would she hit me in front of her own mother? The look in her eyes told me yes.

‘She didn’t tell me I hired a private investigator the last time I came and found weird bruises on her wrists, I hired the private investigator for her,’ she said and then she and mum got into another fight. I zoned out and went back to the day that Stan walked into our lives...

FLASH BACK

‘Adena, Naila! Hurry up and get ready! Mummy’s friend is coming soon!’ I heard my mum yell to us and I rolled my eyes. She was probably putting on her hooker make up for the new guy “Stan” the guy she just won’t shut up about! I mean seriously it’s like she was rubbing it in my face because I don’t have a guy yet. I pulled the tiny dress over Naila body while she played “knot up Adena’s hair’, She was giggling and mumbling no existent words.

‘DING DONG!’

We both cringed at the loud sound vibrating through our home and before I could say anything Naila had already bolted into her closet, I shook my head as I began walking down the stairs yanking the door open and bracing myself for the worst.

My jaw dropped when I saw the ugliest, foulest man smirking in front of me.

‘I think you have the wrong house,’ I said attempting to shut the door when his cheap ass sunglasses slipped of his HUGE nose trying to be cool and he held the door open with one hand.

He had green oily hair and eyes that were a disgusting slime/poo green which were framed by a... YES I SAID A... Caterpillar mono brow. He was skinny and white, obviously not getting a tan but somehow he had a beer gut. Don't get me started on the clothes I thought, eyeing him up and down from his brown loafers and long trousers to the untidy, un-tucked shirt and the black beady shades. He looked me up and down then put a disgusted face on, ‘Is this Shirley's house?’

I nodded with uncertainty and he pushed in, ‘Excuse me, this is our house and you cannot just push in like that, so go outside!’ I ordered and he went out side then I instructed ‘Now ask if you can come in’.

‘May I come in?’ he said with venom dripping from his voice. I rolled my eyes, untouched by his tone.

‘You may,’ I said, then turned away and saw my mum. I choked on my own spit at the lady walking down the stairs and snuck a glance at Stan who was flaunting a perverted grin.

I scoffed and watched my mum grin while trying to swing her hips seductively, she had NO curves at all yet she thought that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. I mean don’t get me wrong her dark blue eyes and platinum blond hair suited her face which had a couple of pimples but then everything went down hill from their. She was a stick, fake boobs (she purchased with my birthday money she hoarded for 3 years) oily skin and most of the time too much make up.

This was one of those times.

She had a green tank top, no doubt got it from a teenager shop, like jay jays, and black booty shorts with a noticeable blue thong, and hooker boots with lady gaga heels.