SHE

Eighteen

Another day had passed without her doing anything. I was looking out of the window, trying to figure out what was going on in her head.

"Princess! Come down, please," dad shouted from downstairs. 

I ran my hands across my face, getting up, dizziness making me hold on to my bed.

I looked around, my vision blurry. 1..2..3..4.. 5.. I counted, breathing slowly, waiting for my vision to return. And so, after a few seconds it did.

I put a cardigan on, walking downstairs, hearing laughs.

"What's up?" I asked, walking in the living room, but they weren't there, so I followed the noise which lead me to the kitchen.

I walked in, stopping when I saw Lucy there, chatting and cracking jokes with my parents.

"Lu!" I smiled, hugging her. 

"I've missed seeing your beautiful face in my house, dear," she winked. 

"Speaking of which. Ru, we're having a dinner this evening. Last time it was up to you and Eden, and we never even got to the dinner part, so we decided to handle this on our own," mom smiled, putting me in my spot.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. 

"I have plans.." I said. 

"I'm sure you can cancel them for a while with your parents, princess," dad reasoned.

I tried to find a reason in my brain that my parents wouldn't argue against.

Cheer team, right.

"I can't, it's a team practice, sorry guys," I smiled apologetically. 

"Well that's too-" dad started.

My mom glared at me: "you're the captain, Ru. You'll explain why you can't come."

I looked at the ceiling, knowing I wouldn't be able to get out of this. 

"Right, Ru?" mom asked, burying me 10 feet down with her eyes. 

"Yes, mom," I smiled sarcastically. 

Dad and Lucy were looking at the two of us, their eyebrows raised.

"We're leaving in 30 minutes," mom ended the conversation. 

I nodded: "I'll get ready then."

"You're already beautiful, princess," dad said, but I was already heading out of the door. 

Halfway up the stairs, I once again had to stop, steadying myself against the rails. Everything was blurry, my legs nearly giving out.

"Princess?" dad asked.

I turned my head, barely seeing a thing, but smiling, not wanting to worry dad. 

"Yes, daddy?" my voice came out weak.

"What's wrong, Ruby?" his voice was serious.

He never called me by my full name. 

A headache joined in, making me flinch. 

"I'm just tired," I said, "I'll get ready now."

I turned, doing the impossible by taking a few steps up.

"Your mom can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but if you're not feeling well, I'll cover up for you, princess."

"Thanks dad," I replied.

As soon as I was in the room, I rested my back against the doors, sliding down until I was sitting. 

I pulled my phone from the pocket, dialing the needed number.