Opiate.

...and seek.

"Yes mother ...I eat everyday. In fact I had a mountain of pancakes for breakfast."

It's a lie, its midday and I still haven't left my bed except for that one time I went to do number two. My routine for the last two weeks has been sleep, eat, Netflix and bathroom. I haven't left this house since I came back from that dumb party because honestly I don't want to freeze to death and I don't really want to bump into Harry again.

"Have you spoken to your father yet?" I roll my eyes, so that's why she called.

"No I have not spoken to him and frankly I don't want to. He hasn't contacted me either so..." I lay back on the bed to ease the tension that's starting to fall on my body.

"Sweetie one of you has to reach out. And you can't ignore him your whole life"

"I can try." I say to her but mostly to myself.

"You know if I were you I would reach out soon because he is going to be the one paying for your college tuition."

"Wait what why?!" I sit up again so fast that I get a bit dizzy. "Mom you can't do that. You are perfectly capable of doing that by all yourself. Why are you forcing this?"

"It's for your own good mi hija." She says simply.

"Don't mi hija me. "I yell at her through the phone." And I don't see what good can come out of speaking to that man! You know what mother, maybe I won't go to fucking college then!" With that I cut the call on her before she can say anything.

What the actual fuck?

My 'father' has been trying to bribe us into forgiving him with expensive shit for the past several months. Somehow he got to Khristian and now our mother. Although Kairo hates my guts right now, I know for sure that he agrees with me on this one. Daddy dearest can drop dead for all I care.

But I don't understand our mother's sudden interest in us rekindling a dead relationship with a man who abandoned us years ago. We have been ignoring his existence for the past decade or so and I would like to keep it that way.

My phone rings and goes to voicemail three times. When it starts ringing for the fourth time, I grab it and look at the screen. Unknown number. Is she serious?

"I don't want to talk to you right now." I say to her after I answer and cut the line again before she can respond.

Another call from unknown. I ignore it and put the phone on silent.

My stomach starts making those disturbing sounds, and starts to hurt a little. I need a strong coffee and some food, so I decide to go downstairs for one of Kayla's delicious meals. The perks of having a trainee chef as a roommate, well temporary roommate. Once I get comfortable with the city I'm moving out. The rent for this apartment is ridiculously expensive and even though she can afford it, I just don't want my mother to spend more than necessary on me.

When I get to downstairs, I don't find a single soul in the living area that's when I notice the house is strangely quiet. Kay and Gwen should be back from classes by now.

I turn on the coffee machine and raid the fridge. Ooh French toast and pancakes! I love when she can't decide what to make. By the time the coffee is ready I have already devoured two pancakes. After I pour myself a cup, I take an over filled plate to the living room and flick on the TV. I put on some stupid reality TV show and it instantly drowns out the loneliness of the house. I sit on the white sofa and start enjoying my brunch.

A few minutes later I hear the door unlock then slam open. I flinch.

"Oops! Sorry door!" Kay giggles.