Kade
Panic made me accept the offer. Panic is a foreign thing for someone like me. I usually have everything under control when it comes to my biggest most darkest secrets. I only felt panic once when I realized I had accidentally committed homicide. The deal doesn't seem to be challenging whatsoever. I'd do anything to keep my real life a secret. People's attention is the only distraction I can afford under my circumstances.
As I grab my bag from the floor I hear Marigold groan behind me.
"What?" I say slightly perplexed and confused.
"I hate any kind of sport related activity and I despise people that like and play sports. Do I have to go to the game on Friday? I mean I can hear how great you always do the following week," Marigold says while pouting her lips at me.
"I promised that I would make you do fun things so I think trying new things is enjoyable because you're out of your comfort zone and I would like to see you become less stuck up."
"How am I 'stuck up'?" she says with her hands now on her hips.
"I don't ever see you at parties and if you did go, you probably don't drink or dance. If you did people would notice you for once and you might get two minutes of fame," I state grinning at her.
"I've never been invited to one" she murmurs looking at the floor to hide the fact that her cheeks have been flushed with a vermilion color.
"I'll invite you to every single one from now on."
"I have to go right now unless you want to come, you know this could be the start of our deal," by now she's back to smiling and she seems to have a glint in her eyes.
"I have to work. Why are you so excited anyways? I guessing your one of those girls that have a bunch of mood swings in one day."
At this point I'm chuckling.
"Call in sick and if you need the money I'll pay you for just hanging out with me today. By the way, I'm a bitch when I want to be and you shouldn't question my wrath. Now that I know you more than I'd like to, I don't hate as much as I did before."
"Ugh. You're one of those rich kids?"
"I'm not proud of it. I hate the pressure of having to be perfect. People think that just because your wealthy it means that you're perfect and honestly I'm far from that."
"Why?"
"I don't want to talk about. It's something that I've kept to myself for a long time," Marigold just shifted from being happy to intertwining her hands together and looking back down to the floor.
"Fine," I say. I suddenly feel the urge to make her feel better. I'm done hurting people. Marigold knows where I truly come from and I can't lose her now.
"Fine?"
"I'll go with you but let me drop my bag off in my room."
"I have to go home first to change out of this," she says making hand movements towards her outfit.
"I'll wait."
"No. I'll take you with me."
"Okay."
I rush across the apartment to put my bag down by my bed. Going to Marigold's house isn't ideal. Seeing things that remind of everything I used to have before Jane took advantage of it hurts.
Walking out of my room, I realize that Marigold is inspecting the pictures on the walls.
"Who's this?" she asks when she finally realizes that I'm also in the small crammed living room. I notice the picture she's talking about. It's a picture of dad and I but there's someone else in the picture. It's the woman I have despised for so long. The one that made our lives torturous.
