everything ❦ ten

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        "AHHHHhhhhh!!!!"

   "Stop screaming."

My eyes peaked between my fingers, "I can't help it, it's scar—" I felt something on my shoulders and I jumped in my seat, my head jerked back and I went crumpling to the floor. My grandfather chuckled at my reaction, shaking his head as I laid on my back looking up at the person who scared me.
       "You promised you'd stop doing that." I reminded her as I properly sat up on my butt. The older woman shook her head as she said, "No," she had a smile that people hadn't seen in years. Day after day of living in the retirement center, her smile; like everyone else's lessen.

                        I called her Minnie, of course it wasn't her real name but she liked it because it was a nickname her mother gave her when she was young. When I asked her if her birth name was Minnie she hit me many times, ha, get it?
Being completely honest, Minnie was the strictest person I knew, she also was one of the funniest people as well. She has a very beautiful way of observing life, she has taught me enough to live a lifetime. She's wise and young at heart, when everyone told her she was too old to do what she wanted, she told them a lot of censored things but the point was that she lived the way she wanted to.

"Promises can be broken," she had stopped smiling at my grandfather at my reaction, and came over to help me stand up. Minnie yanked me up from the ground so hard that when I stood I was inches from her. "I'm uncomfortable." I mumbled, ignored my nervousness. "That's good, just learn to not be uncomfortable."
I looked at my grandfather, frowning at their words and wondering if he had the slightest clue as to what the hell she was talking about. "I think she's drunk." I mouthed to my grandfather who quickly looked at the television. "I might have had a couple sips." She lied. Her hand was still gripped in mine and she had it on my chest as if we going to arm wrestle.

"You know you aren't suppose to be drinking." Former alcoholic. She released my hand, sighing. "I'm aware..." she sat down in my seat, paying more attention to the television than me.
The reflection from the lens of dark blue glasses, showed frightening images of the horror film I had refused to watch. I didn't dare look over my shoulder, instead I stood in front of her. "Then stop." I muttered. She looked up at me, "An addiction isn't easy to just stop, Ten."

She was right.

"You should know." My grandfather smiles. I looked at him, "You said you wouldn't talk about it again." I bought both of my hands to my chest, like a pouty puppy. "Aww, isn't he so cute," Minnie leans forward to get a better view of my grandfather while she points her thumb at me, "He's playing dumb."
I looked back and fourth at them, "Am not!" I yelled, hating whenever they teased me. "Sure you aren't you little perv." I gasped, "I'M NOT!" I yelled louder. My grandfather sighed, "Nobody likes a liar." He sounded serious for a sec.

My heart was racing, I was so embarrassed. How dare they accuse me?! Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah and I'm not seventy-seven," she snickered, "your lying isn't good enough." I clinched my fist, "But I'm not lying." I sighed, closing my eyes and tossing my head back.
Minnie had her eyes glued on the television, "I'm sure Stefanie already saw you, that's why she's been avoiding you. You know I use to have a peeping tom back in college. It was my freshman year and I was changing and this little bastard was watching me with BINOCULARS, I felt like filth. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever been through (by Exo)."
                  My jaw dropped, "Don't compare me to someone like that, I didn't do anything like that... she was just bending over and o happened to be right there... in a room full of other people." I whined. Minnie didn't say anything but stare at the t.v.