The House Project

Chapter 3- What are best friends for?

My jog with Matt did a lot for me mentally and physically. After the ordinary jog around the block, Matt and I went and got ice cream ( he didn't eat any) and just wandered around the park for an hour before making our way home. I felt my phone vibrate a couple times, but I just ignored it. There was nobody that I wanted to talk to. On my way back home I couldn't help but wonder what Brittany was thinking. Even drunk I would never do anything like that to her. I know it sounds childish but all I want to do is make her feel the same way I do. Sighing, my building came into view. I turned off my music, which was currently playing 'We Are Never Getting Back Together' by Taylor Swift. I looked at my phone- 3 missed calls from 'Mom'. It just had to get worse didn't it, I thought as I made my way into my building.

Nodding my head in George's direction, I walked towards the elevator. The doors were just about to close, so I ran up to it yelling "wait!" An arm shot out of the elevator to hold the door and Matt and I walked in. "Oh hey Mrs. O'Connelly! How are you today?" I asked her, while pushing the 3rd floor button. She was my neighbour on the 2nd floor, she must of been quite attractive in her day, as she wasn't in that bad of shape for being 83. Today, like always her hair was in a tight perm and she was accompanied by her evil little shiatsu that she calls Pooch. When I noticed the dog I immediately picked Matt up afraid that he would be eaten alive. "Oh hello dear, did you get those cookies I put on your doorstep last week, I made them with you and James in mind, thought you both could use a little treat." She gave me a wink. 

"Yes they were quite good. we both enjoyed them." I said, fighting back a sob at James's name. "Well that's good dear." She said, at that moment the elevator doors opened, revealing the 2nd floor hallway. "Why don't you come for a little visit, I can make you a cup of tea and I have more cookies." She said, trying to be persuasive. "I would love to, but I have to get Matt home and make supper, maybe another time." I said trying to be polite. "Alright." I heard her say as the doors closed. 

What a sweet old lady, I thought as the doors opened once again and Matt and I exited the elevator. Walking down the hallway to my door, I unlocked my apartment and opened the door. I set Matt down, and undid his leash. I sighed, pulling out my cell phone again and dialing my mothers number, might as well get this over with sooner rather then later.

After only 2 RINGS my mothers voice answered the phone on the other end of the line. "Hello?" "Hi mom, its me you called?" I asked, already trying to keep my cool. "Yes, honey why are you being so mean to your sister, she shouldn't be dealing with this kind of stress in her condition." My mother said, she had always loved Brittany more then me, after all Brit was the baby in the family. "I don't want to talk about it." I said childishly. "Oh Isabella, what am I going to do with you?" She asked, exasperated. "I know that James was technically yours, but look at the facts dear, they make a much better couple then you two did." She said in her "if you wont talk about it then I will" voice. " He wasn't technically mine mom! He was mine, can't you take my side for once. I know you like her more but still. Its not fair." I replied, tears welling up in my eyes. She had done it, she had got me going again. "Don't you take that tone with me, you know full well that I love you both the same. Just because over the years I may have favoured her more, it was only because she's the youngest. Someone had to shield her from you and your brothers behavior." She said haughtily  "Oh yes, because Zack, Sam and I are so bad." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She sighed "You know what I mean." She said, exasperated. "Anyway your father just got home and I have to make supper. I expect to see you on the 17th , the whole family will be there." She said in a stern voice before hanging up the phone. 

I was practically shaking with anger. That woman, who I have to call my mother makes me so angry! Hanging up as well, I dialed another number. After a couple seconds Tiffany-my best friend since preschool picked up. "Hey Bell whats up?" She asked. "Come over, I need you." I whispered. "Be right there" she said sensing my distress.