My New Daddy

14: My New Friends.

Chapter 14

I decided to let Heather and Carry come around the house. It would hopefully get my mother off of my back about not having any friends. Since my cousins moved away about a year ago I only play on my own for the most part. I personally don't think it should have come as a surprise. With my step-father being an abusive alcoholic and my mom appearing to be bipolar, though never diagnosed, having friends to hang out with always seemed pointless to me.

When I made the torturous walk up the seemingly endless hill I paused for a second, unsure of what I have gotten myself into. Heather and Carry followed slightly behind me talking excitedly. Not from going to my house, but from going to my brother's house. Even though it would appear to be the same thing, there was one thing I was certain of. The two girls didn't really come to visit with me. They came to see my brother in hopes of getting close to him.

Heather and Carry nearly run into me. They were to caught up in themselves to notice I stopped walking. "What are you doing?" Carry rudely asked.

I glanced up at the cute little house that has held so many horrors, "This is it."

Watching Heather's smile widen I make my way up to the door. Flower gardens are on either side of the door. Making it appear more welcoming than I have ever remembered feeling. I have no clue what the pink, white, or red flowers are. Nor do I care. Fighting the urge to stomp on them I enter my house, holding the door open for my guests.

My mother is in the kitchen as usual. Busy cooking a special dinner for my so called friends. I'm sure she was to caught up in what she was doing to notice our arrival when she jumps at the sound of the door slamming shut.

"Oh my god that smell's delicious!" Heather practically yells.

My mother smiles at her, "Oh it's not much. I hope you like lasagna. It's Brooklynn's favorite."

"Yeap!" Heather and Carry both respond.

"Great! It will be done shortly," she sighs in relief.

I ignore the fact that I actually don't like lasagna and lead my friends through the house to my room. "So," I fidget while standing in the middle of my small room, "This is my room."

"Obviously," Carry scoffs.

Heather elbows Carry in the side, "It's cute. I like it."

"It's plain," Carry adds.

Before Heather's elbow makes contact with Carry's ribs again I decide to try and get on Carry's good side. "No. Carry's right. I hate my room. My carpet is really ugly," I look down and make a face. The off-white carpet is speckled with reds, yellows, blues, and greens. Not to mention it is very uncomfortable.

Carry looks amused at my outburst as she sits down on my bed that was once the bottom of a bunk bed. "That has got to be the most I have ever heard you say."

My face turns an unattractive shade of red and Carry snickers.

Before any more comments are made my mother thankfully opens my door. I don't remember the last time I thought my mother coming into the room was something worthy calling saving.

"Supper's done. You girls hungry?"

No sooner does the words come out of her mouth that Heather is back on her feet heading for the door. Carry and I follow behind her and my mother.

"I don't know how much sauce you girls like, but I made extra if you want it." I look at my mother in annoyance. I have been trying to get her to make extra sauce every time she makes things like this. My mother shows Heather and Carry where everything is and tells them to help themselves to as much as they want.