Kiss of death

peaceful detachment

Its been a week and my parents haven't contacted me. What with the way I left, you'd think they'd be at least a little concerned but apparently not. You know, I don't even know why I bother being hurt. Its not like they'd care if I went and jumped off a bridge, they have bigger things to worry about right?

I dump my duffel bag on the floor with a thump and sigh. The house is sterile and lifeless, almost like a hospital. Despite that no one has actually lived here for an entire week, the help is set to clean the entire house ceremoniously everyday.

"Heeellloooo! Mom ....Dad.. !" I call out, even though I know there is no one. I guess I'd just hoped. Since the fight, I'd prayed they'd tell me we had to talk it through as a family. Maybe Mom would suggest therapy and I'd throw a tantrum like any other teenager. Well since the only response I'm getting is the resounding echo of my own cries, that will not be happening.

As I make my way further into the house, I begin to take off my clothes. I make sure to leave a clothing trail until I have only Tristan's shirt on. I have unclasped the straps of my bra so I could take it off effortlessly. I plop onto the living room couch and turn on the tv .

After about ten minutes of channel surfing, I realize I'm actually famished and head to the kitchen. The fridge is empty, that's no surprise since really no one is here to shop. Luckily there is a tub of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer and several m&ms in the cupboards.

After settling down to chow my sugary dinner, my phone chimes in my jeans on the floor. I start to follow my trail to the exact floor the pants are on. When I find and retrieve it, its already stopped ringing. Going through my missed calls , I see that it's Mom so I call her back.

"Good evening Avery." My mother greets coldly. Its both shocking and hurtful  and I let out a small gasp.

"Hey mommy." I breathe trying to be sweet and lighten the tension

Although she is never home, my mother is usually sweet. I think in my entire life this is the third time she's ever called me by my full name.

"I need you to know I'll not be home for the next half year. I have deposited money for necessities and if you run shot inform me via email. Good bye." I hear the bip and I know she hung up on me.

No inquiries about me, no nothing. For six

months this woman will not see me and all she says is bye! I stare at my phone in confusion for a while before throwing it at the nearest wall. It hurts like hell but I manage not to cry, instead I channel the pain into resentment and anger .

Knowing Jacob, my coward of a father, he will not even tell me he won't be home. The hours will become days , days months and when he finally grows a ball he'll show up. I guess from now on my family will exist in peaceful detachment.  Well that's my family really, minus the weird tension, so I don't really care.

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"You know, its like you disappeared into thin air this week. Its the first time I've seen you since graduation , I don't know...." Mar mutters as she looks through a dress rack in the Gucci store.

She runs her hand through her freshly dyed blonde hair.

"I already said I was sorry Mar. Things have just been hectic at home." I grumble , extending my lower lip into a pout. My feet are killing me. We've  been here for hours and I'm not really feeling shopping today or ever.

At one point in my life, this would have been a blast, but that was back when Brit was alive and I got cute dresses Brand liked. Now all I can think about is drinking with Tris and making out on his couch.

He just makes it all better, despite how much I love my friends they give me a headache.

"We should totally hang out at the beach, you look a little pale.." I manage to only here the last part of Mar's speech. I nod quickly, not really realizing what I was agreeing to. Its only after giving it some thought that I remember I'm hooking up with Tristan tonight.

"Awesome, we can like have a bonfire and invite a couple of friends." She bounces up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. I let out a groan of frustration because I really can't tell her I can't go.

"Sure uhm let me just go outside and make a quick call okay?" I tell her dejectedly. I make may way out to call Tristan and cancel tonight. I was really looking forward to spending tonight at the castle with the band.

"Hey peach, what's up." Tristan says

"Uhm Hey ..  Can I take a raincheck for  tonight?"

"What? Why? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Tris. I just agreed to go down to the beach with some friends...."

"But..." he tries to cut in but I respond before he finishes his question.

"I really have not been spending time with them and I feel guilty. I promise I'll make it up to you okay?" I say pleadingly

"mmmmh... you will. I already have a few things in mind." he tells me huskily

"Hey who are you talking to?" Mar says startling me.

"uh uhm... a well....ahhhhhhhh aaas friend?!" I stutter and Mar's brow furrows in confusion. On the other hand of the line , I hear Tristan chuckle. 

"Invite them to come with Ava...I'd like to meet this friend of yours that I don't know." Mar commands me, handing me a couple of shopping bags.

"oh also there are a couple of swim suits in there for you" She continues.

Its only when I hear the low whistle that I remember I'm still on the phone. I know for sure then that Tristan heard that and being the perve he is, I can't convince him not to come with.

"Uh sure I'm sure he'd love to come with." I say

" Argh you know me so well Peach." Tristan says on the line and I know he is smirking. What an ass. Deciding he and Mar ganging up on me is annoying, I hang up without even a good bye. I huff and stomp my foot and speed walk to the food court after my  friend.

"So he huh? " Mar asks taking a pull of her strawberry milkshake. She looks up at me with her huge , pretty eyes that I just can't lie to.

"Yes Mar a he... where is Chase? I thought he was supposed to be here half an hour ago." I say changing the subject.

"Oh he texted a few minutes ago that he is held in traffic." She says distracted. One of the best things about Mar is that she has the attention span of a two year old. I laugh internally as she starts to go off about the happenings of the week.

I can't really concentrate on what he is saying because I'm nervous. I know for sure that no one expects I'm in a relationship of any sort. Even I still don't believe so soon after Brandon died I've lost my virginity and had a complicated relationship with a guy. Mind you not just any guy ,but a boy my dead Best friend who happens to be my dead boyfriend's twin sister, was dating-ish. I hope for both our sakes , mostly mine, that Tristan can keep his hands to himself.

This is a lot shorter than most but its intentional guys. I'm sorry I really can't post often now since I have exams and school will start again soon. I really hope the few of you reading this are enjoying it.
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