Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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C H A P T E R T W O | The Black Card
"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STARS, how I wonder what you are?" Mom suggested when she helplessly stared at my infant sister bawling her eyes out, her wails ringing throughout the whole room. Dad clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes in pain as he watched Alayna's tears. "Ali honey, please. We are trying, baby." Mom tried but her relentless crying was loud enough to drone out mom's endearments. I sucked in a lot of breath, knees aching.
I was about to have my goodnight sleep when mom had accidentally dropped the cooking spoon on Alayna's forehead and caused havoc in our household.
"Sebby baby, could you please warm the milk bottle?" Mom gave me her best puppy dog look. Damnit. She knew of my weakness. My heart went out for Alayna as I confusedly walked to the kitchen and gripped the small plastic milk bottle cooled down by the room temperature. Placing it inside the large microwave, I pressed the buttons and waited for its annoying little beeps to go off. Alayna's wails turned into tortured sobs. Ruffling up my hair a bit, I shifted until I was leaning against the counter which was also supporting the microwave.
As soon as the beeps went off, I immediately opened it and grabbed the milk bottle. A loud yell escaped my mouth, my eyes going to the redness of my fingers that had touched the hot surface of the milk bottle. Alayna would definitelynotlike it.
"Fudge shit nuggets," I cursed out loud, searching for some cover which could help me grab the hot milk bottle. The green handkerchief looked quite willing to be used as a scrunched up cover to grab the bottle. It worked and now my hand was tackling the plastic milk bottle.
My mom sighed with relief at the sight of the pink My Little Pony themed milk bottle. "Oh thank God, come here now." As soon as I came near, she snatched the milk bottle and almost dropped it if it weren't for me.
I looked up with a goofy smile. "Got it," I grinned at her and than back at the held out hand which was wrapped around the bottle. The hotness of the milk bottle wasn't bothering me anymore.
"My hero," she merely whispered, her piercing eyes staring right back at me.
"That I am," I muttered through my wide smile, handing the milk bottle to her. She carefully slipped it through Alayna's lips. She stopped her crying, her eyelashes flashing with tears. Dad was looking at me proudly as I was a savior of some sort. I'm not.
Mom had tears in her eyes. "Her cries hurt me so much. " She gulped. "I'm so lucky to have my two boys around me to help," she spoke as she gazed at me and than at dad who returned her a dazzling look: full of love. I slightly smiled at the two people who claim to love each other. Love must surely be a beautiful sensation.
This was my cue to look away. Just before I left them alone to go to my room, I had one question in my mind.
Howthe hell did they took care of me when I was a baby?
