Wild Space

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As I reached my home, it was already in the fuss to attend the party or meeting, or whatever! I leaned on the door frame of my mom's room watching her gushing about the makeup that stuck up sophisticated makeup artist has done on her face. Though the artist was trying to keep it a poker face, she had this glint in her face which screamed pride!

I sighed. What am I good at?

I turned around to go, unable to see this any further. My father made an entrance and looked at me disapprovingly. Well, my skinny jeans may not be his style of fashion but I held his stare and stood there, challenging him.

There was something in his eyes today that made me want to shake him and make him spill out his guts. He held my stare for so long that I understood he is giving me some sort of signal. Good thing, Tom helped me learn sign language and all those crazy stuff which helped me understand what he was saying. However, I can't understand what Sam was trying to say since he was not educated about this stuff and thus, his signs were nauseating me. I am not able to read it.

But something tells me he wants me to go to my room.

He sighed and scowled at me. "You are not properly dressed."

"I don't get dressed to sleep."       

"Sleep?" he was really alarmed. "But, we have a party come meeting to attend."

"No, we don't. You have to. Go! Attend!"

"Lillian, have I ever attended a party without my family?"

"There can be a first time for everything."

Evelyn's attention was focused on us now. She excused herself and came to the doorway where we were standing.

"Lily, what is the fuss about?"

"I was saying I am not able to come to the party." She looked horrifically at me and then to Sam.

"But, you can't do that. We can't do that!" she said disgustingly as she looked at Sam for help.

"Lillian, you have to understand, you can't stay back" Sam assured her by keeping a hand on her shoulders as he chastised me.

What is wrong with these people?

"What the hell is wrong with you guys? Have you been born with clay in your heads? Can't you understand the meaning of 'no'?" I screamed at them.

Once again, Sam looked at me and then motioned with his eyes to go up. I scoffed and walked furiously to my room. Tiffany was descending the stairs looking really good in a lace and embroidery coral dress. At last, a dress that I love from her collection. She said something snarky but I didn't hear. I flipped my hands so fast to her mouth that she didn't see it and it hit her square covering the mouth and nose. She shrieked in pain. I am sure; she will be in a bloody mess now. Poor dress!

Once I was in my room, I slammed shut the door.

I looked around my room to find something out of place. What was Sam trying to say? Why is it so important that we all need to attend the party? What is wrong in here? What am I missing?

Many questions swarmed my head and it was giving me a serious headache. But I was damn strong with my decision; I won't go to the party.

There were conversations coming from the end of the hallway and if I am sure, it was Tom. I sighed and then sat on my bed removing my shoes. I put my right leg on the left lap and massaged my feet. Somehow it always soothed me. I did with the other leg too.