Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Part two: Chapter 4

Part two: Chapter 4-

"What a bitch!" Santana swears throwing my hand away in anger then flopping on to the sand. She frowns and swears again. She gives me an apologetic look as i sit beside her. I shrug it off, knowing she isn't really upset with me. She's just angry at my mother. Strange. I didn't think I'd actually live to see the day someone got pissed off at Margret Griffin for her no-good-ungrateful mess of daughter. I bet this will be hilarious when i'm older. Right now, I don't think I have it in me to even smirk.

I cross my legs when I sit, burying my package between them as far as it would go then piling up a bunch of sand on top. Funny how this all I really have left of my sister and all i wanna do is throw it. I should be embracing this. I mean, I do miss Cynthia, but we are at the beach. It wouldn't take long to just get rid of it. I can bet my life Mom is going to antagonize me about it when I get back home.

Oh great. Won't it be just lovely to hear all about how I should have 'respected' Cynthia's privacy.

"Lovely way to talk about your employer..." I mumble so low i think she can only barely hear me.

Nope.

She heard. She scoffs beside me and makes a face as if I've insulted her. "That's bullshit! Don't bullshit me Lilly. You were thinking it too. It's not like she doesn't deserve to be called a bitch." I shrug.

True. Very true. Only, i didn't say it. I dont know why it upsets me to hear Santana call my complete bitch of a mother a bitch but-

No wait. Scratch that. Maybe it's cause my mom was actually right about something for once in her life. If I am anything, it probably really is a devil. She had every logical reason to be upset and angry with me. I'm the one who's wrong here. She shouldn't be hated on because she was right about me. But, Santana doesn't know that. Sadly for me, i didn't come up with a plan for if i was caught.

Deny deny deny? No that's stupid. It's not like she doesn't already know. I practically admitted it by yelling at her.

I'm in deep shit.

I could already hear her snobby voice complaining to Dr. Caldwell how she wanted a different daughter because this one's defective again. And Dr. Caldwell would go on and on about how she shouldn't say that and so on.

Dammit, i don't want to hear it. Caldwell would lecture me. She'll practically tell me the same thing Georgia will, just in a different tone.

Dad is definitely going to spank me. I cringe. It was his alcohol I stole on top of well....'alcohol consumption'. He was never easy on me. At the very least, he should be gone for a few more weeks. I know Mom doesn't want to see him, because she wants to continue fucking Mr. David without a problem. I doubt Dad would even complain. He does the same thing with his whore too so his arguments would be invalid. I can count on them not calling each other.

Then finally, The family reputation. As if that wasn't tainted enough, here we go again.

Sighing, i fall back into the sand, not caring if i got it in my hair at the moment.

It's night now. I totally missed the pretty sunset i was suppose to see.

The stars aren't even out. The sky is cloudy and gloomy and just dark. I frown. New year my ass. Everything will always be fucking shitty and there's nothing anyone could do about it.

I mean, can anyone make the stars come out? I fucking doubt it. I can't look up at the sky and command whatever lord is up there to just fix the damn sky for a minute. I know the stars are there. They always are. It would just be nice if i could see them. All i can see are these huge grey ugly clouds. Even when i stare for a long time and squint. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.