I hear the shoutings of my mother from downstairs as I innocently ignore them and continue reading the book in my hands, my heart crashing down with every page as I realize that the end is near and with every word I am closer to the reality.
'When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless. THE END' I close the book with an unsteady heart beating and with a sad smile I make my way downstairs.
Mother is as expected there putting her signature red lipstick on, looking flawless and gorgeous as always. But don't be fooled by her flawless beauty like her past three husbands. Rare are the moments she has ever been a parent to me.
Most pf the time she forgets I am here and it's not like I make my presence known a lot. And to think now that she divorced her third husband she would take some time off and rebuild her relationship with her only daughter but no as expected we moved again to a bigger city and a much more richer neighborhood.
Shw gives my outfit a look of clear distaste that she doesn't even try to hide as I do the same in silence at her choice of outfit as well.
"What in the Gods name are you wearing?" I look down at my Nirvana shirt and over worn black skinny jeans and shrug.
"Go change immediately, I heard there's a tennis court here where all the neighborhood goes and this is a perfect opportunity to socialize with our new neighbors."
"We don't even know how to play tennis." I state with a blank look on my face.
"Well we can learn, dear. Now go change we don't won't to look as homeless people and make bad first impressions." Her laughter filling the empty house, her perfect teeth showing.
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I wear the pink skirt and shirt she got me before we moved out that I have never worn, but I don't wanna make her mad since she looks in a good mood. I am being foolish that I even have the thought in my mind that maybe she just want to spend some time with me and it will be just tennis.
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The first game went smooth and surprisingly I was having a good time but only that I didn't notice the glances she was giving to a man in a crowded table.
She sent me to buy some drinks and I happily obeyed since it's quite a hot day and the game made me very thirsty.
As I make my way to the once empty table my smile falls as I notice the same man mother was giving shy glances before sat next to her laughing. How could I be so stupid. Of course nothing has changed.
I turn around to make my way out of here, overhelmed with emotions but seeing as luck is not on my side today I ended up crashing with someone and spilling the drinks all over their body.
"Oh my God! I-i am so sorry..I-i..-" I start to apologize grabbing napkins from the nearest table and cleaning their shirt.
"Don't fucking bother." He speaks grabbing my wrists with force, in a voice that sends shivers to my spine and if the voice was cold you should see his eyes so beautiful yet coldness they held was unbelievable.
I am left at a shock state as I see the stranger with the beautiful cold eyes let go of my wrist and leave.
"Don't worry, love. It was an accident, he's just a douche bag." A soothing sweet voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I am met with a curly boy with green eyes and a smile so big his dimples were shownig and I was so jealous of him for those dimples because I always have wanted dimples.
I learned that his name is Harry, and he also invited me to his table to meet his friends that in any other situation I would have declined seeming as I am a terribly awkward person but right now I would rather go there then to meet with my mom and her new lover.
