Masked Facade

Chapter 11: Drunken Alice's truth

Alice's (Raelyn) POV

Six years ago...

"The person you are right now is the result of the choices you made yesterday."

My mom had said that when she was on the brink of giving up. When I was standing beside her, holding her slim, stick like hands but her face complexion didn't fade at all, even in that situation. I still remembered that day, when she stood in her wobbly legs, wearing a long red gown with her hair pulled up in a perfect, tidy bun that sat almost at the top of her head. The sunlight entering through one of the windows, made her skin glow as if she was made of gold.

Even with her perfect imperfections, she had smiled at me and repeated those words to me, silently portraying the meaning of her life. Those words conveyed how she lived her entire life without any regrets because she had listened to no one but her.

Her picture perfect face was blurring away as my eyes watered with the memories I shared with her.

Blinking my eyes hard, I cleared my vision and ran down the sidewalk, my feet hitting the concrete hard, sending shock waves right up to my brain. My lungs heaved like the air was acidic and every part of me felt like it would break if I didn't stop. But that's what I loved the most about wasting my energy like there's no tomorrow ahead of me.

If anything, I wanted my legs to never stop. No matter the obstacles that lay in my path, I just wanted to fly, I wanted to be in the loose, and I even wanted to get hurt but... I never, ever wanted a pause. To put a full stop to my journey, to my life. That's what my mother taught me. To always arise from the scary pit whenever I get pushed into it by people around me.

Faces passed by me, pets took their time for their morning duty, while the refreshing wind gusted in my direction, brushing the strands sticking to my face and my neck away, finally slipping through my long hazel hair. The force was stronger, no question about that but I just gave my equal fight to pass through the park, and when I made it to the other end of the trees that lined from left to right along with the benches, I almost fell over my empty legs. Coming to a halt, placing the heels of my palms over my knees, I breathed mouthful of air while Bridget Mendler's 'Ready or not' blared through my iPod.

Taking hold of the white, soft towel that I always plucked in my back pocket, I ran it through my face, wiping the sweat down my neck that tried to escape into my black tank top.

"Have I ever told you how it'd fell if you rode me with that pretty little ass of yours?"

A straining yet amusement filled voice mocked me; while I stopped for a split second whatever that I was doing and threw a glance at the owner of the voice before continuing with my work.

A threatening smirk played on his lips with his arms crossed across his chest, all the while giving me a condescending look.

Normal person would have ignored him and I was normal but what's the fun in leaving him hanging there without any puns directed at him?

"Well, have anyone told you that you lack your manhood?"

Within half a second, a spasm of anger contorted his face while he plunged towards me with curse flowing swiftly from his dirty mouth.

"You son of a-"

"Actually, it's daughter of." I interrupted his attempts of trying to hurt me, because in reality I wouldn't let him get his hands on me. He narrowed his eyes as if he was analyzing whatever I fed him, and I pursed my lips from laughing but still a triumph smile was emerging from the corner of my mouth. Clearing my throat, I asked, "Why don't you just get educate from your mommy about giving respect and taking bullshit in return?"