CHOKER

Volume 23: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Kimberly👆

A continuation of the last chapter...

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(edited)

*Kimberly's P.O.V*

Childhood

         I resided in that dark hole for two weeks before choking down my pride and conforming. My mother, the woman always dressed formally, happily unlocked the door. The bright light from outside poured through our large windows, blinding me. I coughed, my lungs begging for the dust to escape them from the darkroom. I heaved and took a few steps out, resisting the urge to glare at my smiling mother. 

"What did you learn, Kimmy?" She asked, pushing my brown hair out of my face. 

"I learned that sharing with the less-fortunate makes the rich look better. If we look better, we're open to a lot of other chances to get paid," I said with malice. She paused, not expecting my response to her annoying question. As long as my mother played the mask of being supportive and nonabusive, child services looked the other way...especially if you have money. The smile faded from her face while she brought up her hand to hit me. 

"That answer was appropriate!" My father shouted, walking towards us with a boy and another woman. My mother instantly dropped her hand and pulled me into a tight hug. 

"It very well is," she said sarcastically. The woman stared at my mother with questionable eyes, not trusting her or her parenting methods. The boy had dark wavy hair that stopped right above his shoulders. His bright blue eyes remained dull as he looked over the place, his eyes stopping on me. 

"Sorry for my wife, we really need our daughter to understand how delicate to handle these things. Hopefully, she'll take this deal as a chance to learn and expand her views," My father expressed, making the woman smile. My mother let go of me and sucked her teeth lowly. This simple action meant only one thing, she didn't like her nor the way she smiled whenever my father talked. The woman released me, egging me on to advance towards the pair. 

"Where's your shadow?" She asked, letting out a cheeky chuckle. The woman flashed her a fake smile before tossing her dark hair over her slim shoulder.

"He's really taken an interest in the pool table, you know men," She beamed, returning a dry and fake chuckle. A moment of silence broke out between them, me and the mystery boy both took them in as the rivalry began. 

The same rivalry that would destroy families and minds. 

The boy wouldn't peel his eyes from me, taking me in and judging me. 

"Why don't you two take time to get to know one another? Go ahead and show him around,"  my mother advised. I rolled my eyes before breaking away from the group, the poor boy following behind me. The walk was silent and he looked around at everything put on display. 

"You have more personality than your mother," the boy said softly. His voice was sweet and boyish. It was light and afraid, almost terrified of everything. 

"If you don't talk then this will be easier, time will go by faster," I snapped at him. I could tell that my remark pissed him off, or at least annoyed him. The boy stopped walking, he stopped dead in the center of the hallway. 

"Would you hurry up?" I asked, with a sigh. The boy was smaller than me but I could easily tell that he was older than me. His wavy hair fell over his eyes as he glared at me.