Life After

Chapter 6//>>

"How'd it go?" Charlotte said giving me a nervous look.

I dropped my bag on her bedroom floor and gently sat on an old leather armchair next to her large wardrobe. "It went well, they both talked about work and wedding plans, her brothers on a top secret mission in Afghanistan, her SEALS uncle and her dad."

" Whats with her dad?" She asked hysterically, she couldn't connect her dad with the present situation. I couldn't also, at first, I was like why do you guys really have to talk about dear old daddy here. Scared the bejesus out of me, but I kept my cool, trying not to meet Becca's stray stare. Becca, ah! Becca's gonna be taking my mom's place, filling the void my mom once occupied. What's in it for me? A question I couldn't answer myself. Karma is bitch.

"I don't know, that man, like she said, is a sociopath. He views the world in a 1D. Low definition. "

"Whoa!" She said. "That's a really strange character" she smiled and sat up straight putting her legs under each other.

"I know right!" I blurted out. " I seriously don't get all of this, Dad doesn't need anyone for now. I've got this mixed feeling about her, not exactly one i can explain. " I sighed and laid aback on her bed.

"What are you gonna do now?" She said while stroking her braided hair. " I really can't give you any advice for now"

"I have this feeling something isn't right with her" I said placing both my index finger and thumb on my chin. "Like this feeling you get when you're sleeping and you dream about you falling off of something you don't even know"

"What?!" She exclaimed.

"She did mention something about her having two daughters"

"Oh! You're roasted, you know that right?" She said. "This is a disaster!"

I was very aware it was a disaster, I didn't think I could ever live with that, two teenage girls, Gosh! How was I supposed to shuffle my activities with that, two girls brimming down my neck, wrecking my nerves, raising my blood pressure way above normal. On the contrary, I possibly couldn't think of enough reason to make them leave either. I wasn't really that kind of person who makes life difficult for people I don't like, besides, you can't judge a book by its cover, they might not be as bad as I they seem. Living with them might just be a normal routine, something I'd get used to with time. I was caught up, I'd never lived with a sibling or relative before, you know a cousin or something, thanks to my parent who chose to have just a kid, hardehaha. I didn't know what it feels like to have someone else around the house apart from my parents, eating the same food, probably going to the same school.

On the contrary, I love being an only child, less worries.

"It gets good before it gets better" I said. "This is unavoidable, I love my dad and if this makes him happy then I think I would be doing him some good if I support him. I know he'd support me too, besides I don't wanna  go live with my mom, she scares me when she's jealous which I really know she would be right now."

"Why would she be jealous?" She giggled trying to make some sense out of my statement. "She wanted this didn't she?"

"She wanted the divorce solely because she thought it was the best thing to do, she couldn't quit her job because she's got this crazy ambition to own a fashion label, she says she'll name it GORGEOUSNESS, weird right?"

"Awwn!! I hope she does that soon cus I'd really like to work for her" she smiled and looked up obviously day dreaming, picturing herself bringing up ideas for my mom.