Silent Emotions

9. That one night..

(Repost)

The darkness always scared me. I've never had any good memories about the darkness. All of my demons tend to hunt me down at such times. And it's when I'm helpless. It comes every time I close my eyes.

"No! Wai- no!" I sobbed as I resisted their touch with all my might. Bile threatened to rise out of my throat every time I felt them touch me.

"Hold the bitch down!"

"I got it!"

"Come on now. You know you're excited for this."

I woke up in cold sweat and found myself on the floor instead of my bed. Pushing the memories that haunt me to the back of my mind, I looked at the time and freaked out. With such precision, I gather all my stuff and hopped into the shower. That one shower was probably the shortest I've ever taken. 

If only I wasn't in such hurry to get ready for dinner, I would've boasted about it to the three idiots. So far, Eric has won the least needed time to shower. But I think he most probably cheated. No one takes a shower in 3.8 minutes. But then again he wasn't known for being clean back then. Mom had to sit him down and tell him all about the wonders of hygiene since we were hitting puberty.

"How?!" Mom screamed from the kitchen. I ran down the stairs with a brush still stuck in my hair. Thinking she was being chopped up in pieces.

Low and behold, it was really just my dad being scolded by my mom. She held a smoking charred pan in one hand with a furious expression. Her brows knitted together as she looked at my dad with a deadly glare.

"How the fuck do you burn water?!" She exclaims. I felt my jaw slack as I turn and see dad having his jaw hit the floor as well. See, mom, at any given point, will always avoid cursing. So much so the three idiots and I wreaked havoc on purpose one summer to see who can ultimately make her curse. Let's just say to this day all three of them will never mess with mom.

The silence was intense. Mom was fuming as she stood still with the pan in her hand. Dad put his hands out and carefully approached her as if she were a wounded animal-- more like a rabid dog --but anyways.

"Put the pan down love," he says with the most gentle voice he could. Mom's lips pursed as she contemplated what to do. After a long dragged out sigh, she tosses the pan in the sink and hugged my dad. He slowly rocked both of them back and forth, soothing my mom by petting her hair.

Mom was always the more collected one. But she's still human and has her off days. I've heard the reason why she has her so called "episodes" was because back in their youth, she was kidnapped and was heavily traumatized by it. And every time it's the same. Only dad and I can get her to calm down.

"I'm sorry. I'm just stressed. This is a very important meeting for my restaurant," she mumbled. My dad nodded and tightened his hold, "I know love. I know."

The door bell ringing made me realize I was still midway brushing my hair. Dad looks over to me and motions for me to go see if it was our mysterious investors. I put my brush down and made some last minute checks on my appearance as I walked over to the front door. Just to appease my mom, I wore a dress. Most of the time I'm excused from these things but for some reason the investors insist I join them as well.

I chose a dress I could easily move and eat in. Because really all I was looking forward to was the food. It was a black long sleeve high waist where the torso part mostly consist of lace and the skirt had floral print on the ends.

Slowly opening the door, I plaster on my award winning smile and greet the guests. There stood an older couple around the same age as mom and dad. The woman had short blonde hair styled into perfection. Wearing one of those dresses that scream bake-sale-supportive-mom. While the dad had his dirty blonde hair combed back and his suit looking crisp like James Bond. Both of them greet me with their blinding perfectly white sets of teeth.