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//  vulgar and violent //

[Thursday 9:38]

I listened to the door as it creaked open, echoing off the walls and ricocheting into the kitchen where I sat, pouring myself another glass of what looked to be like my pappa's engagement gift to Raelyn.

It was the finest, crispest champagne I've ever tasted. The taste was sweet and provided a soothing effect as it slipped down your throat. It was encased in an elegant bottle that had a silver top that took me a while to pop off.  I was sure he was saving it for the wedding but I wasn't too sure there would be a wedding.

I bought the glass up to my lips and let out a short chuckle before taking a short sip. The irony.

I set the glass down on the island, listening as Raelyn and my father shuffled inside. A certain, bitter breeze traveled up the hallway directly in front of the door and brushed against my skin, causing goosebumps and the hairs on my legs to rise. The mornings were fairly warm but the nights were bitter cold. The wind was harsh against your skin and it made going outside discouraging.

The sounds of keys jingling, jackets ruffling and scuffing shoes against the overpriced tile consumed the once quiet house. I drummed my nails against the champagne class trying to process what Kaden had told me and how I wanted to approach the situation.

We had learned this in psychology class but I just hadn't paid attention or attended enough to retain any type of information. I assumed that's why Dr.Vik was so up my ass about going to class. It wasn't like her class wasn't useful, it was just too early in the morning to motivate me to get up.

"Camilla?" I heard the echo of my father's call up the stairs. An act he did every morning to ensure that I was home. 9/10 times he would not hear a response. 

That made me giggle

 I don't know why it made me giggle, but it did. The alcohol was definitely influencing my reactions to things and I wasn't entirely sure how this would play out.

I looked closely as Raelyn wondered through the hallway, not knowing I was sitting in the dark kitchen, the only light source, a burning candle nearly 10 feet away.

Raelyn fumbled through the kitchen and I watched as she clutches the other side of the island, gliding herself over to the light source. She flicked on the light and my eyes squinted in adjustment to the now illuminated kitchen.

Raelyn whipped around quickly, her short blunt blonde leaving her back and meeting with her shoulder once more. A small shriek left her mouth as she was met with the sight of me and I only took another sip of my champagne.

The shriek echoed through the kitchen, only informing me that we needed more things on the walls. I'd thought I'd done a great job decorating the once when my father was off not giving a fuck about me but I guess not.

"Camilla, you scared me!" She laughed at me, clutching her heart the same way they did in movies when they'd seen something entirely not scary at all.

Her tiny frame moved over to me but she stopped when she saw her engagement gift, sitting on the counter, half empty. A look of confusion and sadness swept over her face and I immediately felt bad for drinking her gift.

Wait, no. I really fucking didn't though.

I almost felt bad but I thought back to my father. The disgusting image of my father and her. 

It was moments like these that I missed my mother. I missed my mother more than anyone I'd ever missed before. My mother was my living twin. 

She has around the same height as me and she had this gorgeous body that I'd kill for. Her long black hair swayed around her waist when she walked and it glistened under every light in the room. Her eyes were like the color of hazelnuts. She had a perfectly symmetrical face and she was all around the most beautiful women I'd known. Her features were absolutely exotic, with her Norwegian and Albanian mixture.