Sue's POV// age:14
"Sue can you help me with something out of the trunk?"
I stare at my mother, who's hair is sloppily in a bun with strands of grey hairs popping out. This commonly happens when she's stressed, or is in a rush. I slam my textbook shut, and throw my pen on the table.
"What did you bu-" I start, cutting across the yard toward the broken down truck.
"Not buy Sue. Do not tell your father I bought it. I FOUND it." My mother lectures as she cracks open the trunk. I can't help but to laugh at my mother's pathetic attempt to keep herself safe.
"Anyways, we needed a new coffee table, because um..." She stops herself and climbs in to the trunk to help push out the table.
"Dad broke the glass when you got in to a fight." I continue for her pulling the table to the moist grass.
"Anyways, I don't get new things to often so here it is." My mother grabs one end of the table and I grab the other. I help her carry the table toward the house. My mother drops one of her hands off the table and waves in to the distance. A smile spreads across her face, and her face lights up.
"Chrissy! Look what I found!" My mother hollers to my sister. Chrissy keeps her eyes glued to the floor as she walks up the stairs to the house.
"Whats wrong dear?" My mom still fails to put her hands back on the table.
"Nothing I'm just tired." Chrissy peeps as she passes the two of us to go inside.
"What's wrong with her lately?" My mother now takes both her hands off and looks deeply in to my eyes.
"Um, she's having...guy issues or whatever."
"What about her face, what happened to her face?"
"I have no clue, I didn't ask."
She shakes her head, and then finally lifts the table back up. We briskly slide it in to the living room and place it on the floor in between the couch and the television.
"Allen!" I yell, running and waving, when I see him walking toward our house. "What are you doing coming over here?"
He looks at me, almost disgusted and then finally picks the words to say.
"I came to speak to Chrissy."
"Oh. I wouldn't." I say sadly.
"How come? What happened to her? Is she ok?"
"No, she's fine...it's you thats the problem." I sigh, and look in to his glossy eyes. He looks hurt, and defeated. "She told me she never wanted to see you again, um that you hurt her, and uh..."
"Wow, really? You have to make up all these lies to build yourself up? Im not stupid Sue, and I'm not your sister so you cant over power me with fear.
"Im not making it up Allen, it's Chrissy that's crazy. Not me..." I look down at the mushy ground and try to force tears out of my eyes. One rolls down my cheek and splashes on the floor. Allen won't buy it.
"Where's Chrissy?" He persists, completely ignoring the fake tears. Ignored tears, ignored feelings, always ignored.
