When I say King, you say Dom

Chapter 1

           Carmella P.O.V

          "Carmella Sandria Cortez!! Will you get out of bed already?!", my mother yelled and rapidly knocked on my door and I swore it would break hearing the door squeak in agony. "Mom its 7am for God's sake what is the matter?", I responded and almost groaned checking the my phone and blinked twice to make sure my eyes weren't fooling me. Soon my mom pushed the door open with the sound of my voice as if it was some approval to enter. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my head under the pillow only to hear her again, "Honey, you have work in two hours and its your birthday!". I could imagine the smile plastered so wide on my mother's face that the joker probably would have been jealous of. "Yes we both know I'm turning grey and old on this special wonderful day", I mumbled sarcastically praying she'd leave me to my sleep for another hour. My sheets we dragged off and I sat up completely frustrated. As you might be able to tell, this morning stuff is really not my thing. Biting back the curse I was about to spit out, I remembered my mother's sacrifices to keep us alive.

            I could never forget how much she had to endure for us to end up in a house with a roof over our heads. We had been homeless for the first four years of my life. My mom told me stories about how she lost her home to a horrible business man who bought the whole neighbourhood just to tear it down. His plans were selfish and all he had done  was build his own stupid building. He cared nothing for the people in that community. I couldn't remember much of those years but mother told me how she spent most nights at shelters and tried her best to keep us alive. This was before she landed a job as a waitress at Ocean Café. They were nice to her at the café and eventually the owner of the café took us in when she learnt we spent our nights at different shelters hoping for a warm plate of food or anything really to keep us going. I never understood why the sweet old lady Mrs Penny had taken us in, sent me to school all the way through university. In fact there was no reason possible, we weren't her family.  Maybe she had longed for her own family and my mother had been a daughter she never had. I never had friends,  teasing was my childhood, for not being 'normal'. I always stood out or was lost in the crowd. Mrs Penny had become everything to me and we shared everyday together. Until one day my only friend ceased to exist and a hole burned into my heart and there was no fix.

            It's not that I hate birthdays, in fact I enjoyed the idea of a birthday. My mother's birthday is just a few days after mine, we're both August children. Does that make us...like lion goddess's or some shit? I should stop with the horoscope foolishness but it's so fun and entertaining to read. Just try me on her birthday, I do the most extravagate things! Last year I filled our living room with red balloons with clues inside for a birthday gift scavenger hunt. How was I even going to top that this year? All I knew was it was going to have to be even more ridiculous.

          "Earth to Carmella! Hello? Are you listening to me?", My mother's voice that was distant finally snapped me back out of my thoughts. "Mmmhm..uh yeah..sure whatever you want mom", I quickly recited not having a clue to what I had agreed to. It was bad enough I completely zoned out. I slipped out of bed and walked towards my bathroom. No harm in spending an extra five minutes in the shower, after all I had time unlike every other morning. "Wonderful! I'll invite Cameron and we can have dinner. I'll make you your favourite! And oh you'll have a cake and everything!", my mother almost squeaked, her excitement was overwhelming. Wait what did she say? Cameron? Who the hell is that! I felt so bad cause I hadn't listened. I wouldn't dear break her heart telling her that I had no clue about what she said. I could suck it up, it must have been some blind date that she set up. Who knows it couldn't be that awful, I was very single and now officially twenty-one. What's the worst that could happen?

        I closed my bathroom door and silently thanked the God or Gods above, which and whomever they were, for the bliss of silence and being by myself. The comfort of the warm teal walls wrapped around me and I turned on the shower so the water could heat up. It always took a while so I brushed my teeth and stared back at my reflection. There was a discomfort in my face as I examined it. My hair was mostly straight expect for some waves that appeared when they felt like, the dark chestnut tendrils fell past my waist. My oval face curved softly to my chin framing my oversized light brown eyes. There were small hints of amber that glistened thought my iris that complimented my soft tan skin. My nose dipped down slightly to meet my pinkish brown full but small lips. My cupid's bow was slightly pronounced with my lower lip giving a natural pout. I never cared if I was attractive or not but the idea of going on a date for the first time made me feel insecure, much less a blind date! Those things start out superficial for sure. There was a time I wished to be tall, but I accepted 5.2 ft was all I'd ever get, that my breast would always be large and my hips more voluptuous than I needed. Or the fact that my small waist would never match to be a correct proportion. I think everyone these days are focused on large asses, but just my luck my lumps are nowhere near that. My attention was drawn to the now steam filled shower, I removed my sleepwear and stepped into the shower simply forgetting my earlier thoughts as the warm water sprayed and rolled over my body. Screw dates, and men there was nothing more pleasurable that this. What would I know though? I'm still a virgin, with no interest to change that.

I hope you like Carmella! She's got some spice don't you think? What do you think of her?

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XOXO Mermaid.