The sun rushed into Idas room with wavering success. She moaned, stomping her feet across the floor and down the stairs, to the kitchen. She was not even close to being a morning person. But coffee and food definitely helped.
"Good morning, sweets!" Idas dad, Warren smiled, pouring her a cup of coffee in her traditional mug that said - 'Idaho' with the 'h' and 'o' scratched off.
"Morning." Ida smiles forcefully, grabbing the cup with an appreciative look. She plopped down on the table, and glared at her little brother. He was nine this year and he also was a know it all. Henry didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, he wasn't very popular at school due to the excessive fact stating and serious manners, but he could care less what his peers thought. He was much more concerned on his future academics and family. Him and Ida were polar opposites.
Warren took a seat at the table between the two kids, and began chomping haphazardly on his toast.
"So." He said awkwardly, taking his gaze between them. The tension in the room was throbbing among them. And it wasn't because of anyone present. More of who wasn't present. Their mother.
"Where is she?" Ida croaked, absently drinking her steamed coffee. She took it black.
Warren sighed, averting his gaze to the dinner table surface, "In bed still."
Dana used to a great mother. One who strived to be anything her children or husband needed her to be. Her priorities had always been in check. When Idas brother was born though, everything seemed to spiral out of control. Warren and Dana would continually argue. She would stop showing up to the kids' activists and curriculums. She'd show up late to work and turn to alcohol for assistance. A calming method, she used to call it. When Ida asked what was happening to her mother, Warren simply told her she became sad. At the time, Ida understood, but now, it felt like her mother was a lifetime away.
"Right." Ida said shortly, and abruptly stood from her seat. "I'm going out for today."
"Hold up, young lady! Where exactly are you planning to go?" Warren asked.
"Dad..she's seventeen." Henry chuckled. He only used the age card because he liked to torment Ida on how irresponsible she learnt to become.
Ida rolled her eyes in response to Henry, and when Warren shifted his gaze, she shot him the bird.
"Henry, what did I say about interrupting conversations?" Warren asked in that strict, poised voice. He made a mistake with Ida. He wasn't going to make the same with Henry.
"Sorry." Henry murmured, returning to eating his cereal.
"I'm just going shopping with some girls from school." Lies. Ida has no female friends.
Warren furrowed his brows, silently watching her for a moment in thought before his lips parted, "Fine. But be home by six. We're having the neighbors over for a small dinner party. It's the Tívo family! Can you believe they came back? You used to be friends with their boy, eh?" He asked, nonchalant with the mention of Idas first love.
Of course Warren didn't know of their relationship. Only if their friendship. But Oliver and Ida used to think they were it. That they only needed each other. Oh, how the tables turned.
"Yeah..I heard." Ida said hoarsely before ascending up the steps. Careful to not wake her saddened mother.
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Idas knuckles brushed against the door heavenly. Her forehead pressed against the wood, tired of standing in the hallway of the apartment building, waiting for Caspian to answer his door.
She sighed after a full ten minutes passed and shuffled her phone out of her pocket. Making quick time in dialing his number and pressing it against her cold ear.
"Caspians phone. Not available right now. Call in ten years, maybe i'll care." His voicemail sang the familiar tune and Ida couldn't help the eye roll that was produced after hearing the douchebag statement.
With a groan, she swayed on her heels for a few moments, eyes looking left, right, then over her shoulder before finally supplying a bobby pin out of her hair and working the doorknob.
Once she stepped inside, she released a victorious sigh and plopped on his leather couch. Closing her eyes and just relaxing in the cool room for a moment. The silence felt like heaven. She wished she could just live with Caspian. Drop out of school and just travel with him around the world.
The doorknob wiggled and jiggled, signaling someone's entrance. Leaving nothing to imagination for too long, the door swung open and a tall, skinny blond stood in the doorway. Her hair curly in big natural waves. A giggle flooding from her burgundy lips and when her eyes searched the room and caught gaze with Ida, a frown replaced the smile.
"Who are you?" Ida asked, grimacing.
Another voice came into play. "Hurry! I'm coming. Ready or not, Becca." It wasn't hard for Ida to recognize the voice as Caspians.
His head popped into view over her shoulder, curling his arms around her waist and pulling her back plush against his back. He was smirking with eyes sown shut and she was still frowning, frozen, up at Ida.
Ida was now staring at Caspian, clamping her lips while he locked a kiss on her neck. The smacking of his wet kissed against her bony skin promising nightmares to come for Ida.
"Cas." The blond gasped, peeling his arms away.
Ida stood from the couch, diverting her eyes to her shoes. Wanting to cry, wanting to punch, wanting to hurt, wanting to die.
Caspians eyes opened with a sigh, he straighten his posture before looking up and seeing Ida for what seemed like the first time ever. His brows rose and his eyes widen, lips parting, shocked.
"Ida. A-ades..what're you d-doing—it.." He stuttered, completely ignoring the blondes existence as he pushed past her, walking hastily towards the frozen Ida, whom was still staring deathly at the floor.
He firmly pressed his hands on her shoulders, moving one hand up to her cheek, but before he could get too far, Ida shook him off and took a step back— away from him.
"Don't touch me." She snarled, curling her lips into her mouth to stop them from trembling. She could feel her eyesight becoming blurry from the flooding of tears.
"Ida..." He started, pursing her once more but she held up her hand and he stopped.
"What is this?" She asked.
"It's not-"
"I swear to god, Caspian! Do not fucking lie to me!" She shouted with a sob at the end. Hating herself for being so sad in front of him.
It was quiet for a moment. Just Caspian watching her with a guilt filled look. Her watching him back with sincere sadness.
"I'm sorry." He finally spoke.
Ida nodded briskly, wiping the snot that escaped her nostrils from a throaty sob. She sniffled, tears now streaming down her cheeks, neck. He watched every single tear escape her eyes with distaste. He always said he hated when she was said.
This will be the second time she's been cheated on.
"Don't ever speak to me again." Ida said sternly, not letting her voice quiver once.
His hand shot out to grab her just as she walked past him but she walked faster. Past the blonde who'd been watching their interacting, through the door and out the building. Her lips swelled in red, her eyes puffy and damp. She strutted into her car, banging her fists against the cold rusted steering wheel before huddling into the warm escape of her arms. Her head stolen from the world as her body shook in cries. Everything ached.
And she wasn't even sad just because of Caspian's fidelity.
She was also said because everything that happened with Oliver just got unburied and hollowed itself back into her heart.
Everything ached.
