Butterflies and Secrets

1. Emotions

Cali's P.O.V.

8:00 AM

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite plain black t-shirt, high-waisted jean shorts and my red and white sneakers. Wrapped around my wrist was a gold bracelet with actual diamonds on it. It was my treasure, my life. My father gave it to me when I was a child.

I look around my room. The walls were painted with blue flowers, the color symbolizing sadness. The edges of the petals' color were fading, which shows off the flower to be wilting. I smiled sadly. I always thought that the flower was me. I always make sure that what i'm painting is connected to my emotions. What I'm looking at now is definitely showing how I feel. 

Happiness was the one emotion I rarely felt, and for me it represented a butterfly. I've never drawn one or painted one in a long time. Lame, I know. Whenever I saw a real one, I'd feel complete, but I never set my eyes on one ever again. I started painting my room when I was twelve. I've drawn a butterfly only once before in a sketchbook of mine and only drawn it, but it never happened again. I'd paint the walls over white if I felt like painting again. For me, it's like starting over. Onced I've erased everything, I'm gonna start anew.

On my bed was a black duffle bag and inside was a dress, which I never wore. I grabbed it and silently went downstairs to the living room and outside the house to meet with my brother and sister.

"Cali, are you sure you're doing this?" My older brother asked me.

I shrugged. "Of course, I am."

"It's not too late to back out." My older sister joined.

"Yeah." My brother butts in. "It's also quite far where you're going. And on a bicycle?"

"Jack, Jenna... " I looked at both of them. "I'm gonna be fine." I put my hands on each of the twins' shoulders. "I'm 19 years old guys. I'm a grown woman now. Plus, it'll be a good workout."

"Mom's gonna kill you." They both warned me as I put my helmet on my head and positioned myself on my bike.

"Not unless she finds out when I've already gone." She grins at them.

I took one last look at our small house before taking off into the road. I felt the wind in my hair as I rode my bike.

Third Person P.O.V.

Anne, their mother, came out of the house looking for her youngest daughter.

"Cali?" She calls out to her.

The twins looked at each other in slight panic. The forty-nine year old woman went out of the house gate seeing her eldest children out there.

"Where's your sister?" She asked.

Jack points at Jenna, although knowing she wasn't the sibling their mother was referring to. She stared at the twins with a smug look, obviously serious about the question. She looked past Jack and saw the retreating figure of her daughter on her bike. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Cali!" She screamed. "Get back here, you silly girl." She said, startling the neighbors. "Cali! Cali!" She yelled again, each call getting louder and louder by the second.

"Mom, calm down!" Jack said. "You're making a scene. She can handle herself. Don't worry."

"How can I not worry when she's -" she was cut off by her eldest daughter.

"Mom! Just trust her okay?" Her mother silenced but still stared at her daughter until she was out of sight. "Now, let's get inside."

"Yeah, I'll cook breakfast." Jack says confidently.

Their mother laughed softly. "You? Cooking breakfast?"

"Is something wrong?" Jack asked.

"No," She shook her head, "oh no. It's just that, you've never cooked in your life." Jenna holds back a laugh.

"Well, just like Cali always said, there's a first time for everything."

"Okay, okay." Anne says with a chuckle. "But if it's bad, you're eating all of it." She walks back in the house.

Jack raised both his hands, leveling with his head. "Alright, deal." He closes the gates and goes back inside the house.

Cali P.O.V.

8: 31 AM

I looked at the sky. It was light blue in color, only there's still no sunlight. I love a day like this. It wasn't too cold nor too bright. It was just perfect.

I was on my way to see my father, but it will take me at least two or three hours - maybe longer considering I'm only on my bike but, I didn't care. I wanted to see him and tell him something very important. It was my main objective and maybe if I tell him about it, he'll change his mind about everything he thought he knew.