Ryla Letoy

new life

It's been a week since my mother passed away,and it's been two day past the funeral. Everything that belonged to my mother was given to me. Well it's been a week I've met Mikel and was told that I'll be living with them.

Just finishing of my packing but not packing all the clothes as I told them that I'll come back whenever I feel so. I then drove my suitcase downstairs. Made my self warm milk that was left behind as I agreed to let the food be given off to charities

A knock disturbed. "Knock Micah!" Mikel walk in as he knocks everywhere that has a board.
My eyes just automatically rolled themselves after hearing his voice. Just wish he won't call me by my name again.

"Oh there you are. Are you ready?"

"Yep,let me take my bag"

"Oh no,I will take it" He walked to it, I quickly grabbed it before he could.

"I can manage" I didn't even try to give him the assuring smile. I just don't care if he's hurt. Fuck him.

We walked to the car,as I noticed the witch its self, sitting on the passengers seat. We put my bag in the boot.

"Hi Micah" she greeted me the moment I set my foot in. She does the one thing I was hoping she won't do...greet me.

"Hi" after a long time of thinking if should I greet her. Then I got on my ear plugs. Thanks God for technology.

Seems like I've fallen asleep cause I jumped when someone shook me.

"What?!" I asked a bit angry. Hate being shaken.

"Were at the supermarket. Come and buy your stuff" He said still holding the open,the cold air of the night giving me shivers.
I got up and jumped out of the car. I was walking behind them as they were playing all-lovey-dovey.Argh.

"You can get your own trolley or use o-"

I just took a new trolley and drove off. After the small shopping, we drove and it was already dark and I should tell it was quite a drive. Still I was moving in a very quiet neighborhood, still the same boring sound of dogs barking from a distance.

"Were here!" Mikel shouts making it sound nice.

"Yeah"  I sarcastically said with a quick jumpy smile.
I open the door as they do the same. Well no jealous the house is beautiful even at night,huge as in the movies. We walked in,first thing of all it is fancy. Not jealous but it is too big for just the two of them.

"Samy!" She shouted,then a dog came and started barking at me...Chihuahua.

I looked at Layla "Should I make it keep quiet?"

She picked it up "Samy!" She shouted again.

Surely Mikel was unpacking the food cause I could hear the plastic bags.
"Coming!" A voice shouted back.
Mikel walked upstairs as the girl walked downstairs. Well she is a blondy,wearing shots with very beautiful skin and thin long legs and a trunk black top.

"What's up?" She asked with headsets on...noisy ones.

"This is Micah, your sister"

"So?" She asked , well her mom didn't answer that but just left the room.

She then walked to me. "Okay, I'm Sammy Berry,I'm you're step sister and I would like us to act as if we're not related"

I smiled" I love bitches like you" then walked past her. She pulled me by my jacket.

"If I were you,I would watch my tone"

"Or?" Still having my smile pasted.

"Then you'll have a very interesting story to tell your kids"

I walked very close to her not even inches apart. "I'm not here to play game nor beg for anything from you but here to do what my mother would be proud of. So don't patronize me" I said giving of my nasty look.

"First day together and you're about to greet each other with cats fight. Not bad for young lady's first time right?". Mikel said walking right between us to the kitchen with a naive gown on.

Well Layla showed me my room.Big,lots of space,bathroom connected to it by just opening my clothes wardrobe walk to the other door then that's my bathroom. Well the bed is low,Queen sized bed with grey and red duvet. The room is so perfect.

"We can unpack tomorrow cause now it's dinner time."

"I'll unpack alone after dinner"

"But tomorrow you're going to the school interview?"

"I'll manage. We can go"

She then open the door for us,well it is right next to Samy's .
We walked downstairs as I heard Samy and Mikel laughing.

"Oh you decided to join us?" Mikel ask as he dished up for us.

"I don't eat that salad. As the matter of fact, I don't eat any of these things"

"Even the meat?" Layla ask lifting up the plate of meat.

"No" I then got up and left the room.

Well my mom knew how to cook my food,no oil,just cooked with water. I started to unpack my clothes,as I also place my framed pictures of me and mom.

A knock disturbed "Micah can I come in?"

"Yes Layla" I then sit next to the laptop desk,well I have a laptop.

She walked in and sat on the bed. "Well Micah the food is in the fridge if you got hungry. There are also buns or you could cook your own food and maybe next time you could tell me what you eat and what you don't."

I just looked at her cause i don't know what to say. She then got up and walked out. Well that's what she should've done.

I continued to unpack.

"Uhm-" I heard a voice

"Mikel?"

"Yes, came to check if you're okay"

"As you can see I am"

I could hear his footsteps as I looked at the mirror to see where is he going and I felt his presence behind me.

"Micah?"

I turned to look at him. "Yes?"

He look at me as he sighn as if something was boiling inside of him. "I...I never left you cause I hated you or your mother. I left cause I wasn't going to be able to live a lie and I missed you each and everyday. When I signed for divorce I wanted to take you and live with you but I knew that would kill your mother. I use to pay for your everything then I lost my job then your mom looked for a better job so she could take care of you. I visited one day but you were at school,she told me that you look like me,she gave me few pictures of you. I told her I'll visit more often and she agreed and I did visit..." He then paused and wiped his hands.
"I got a job as a secretary of a lawyer called Mr James. When I got the job I had no chance to visit your mother. Mr James got sick and he asked me one thing-"
His phone rang.
"Hello?"..." Okay be there "

He smiled and left the room.
I didn't even notice that I was crying,maybe I was imaging the pain he has as he was telling the story or the hatred in me is too much in a way that I wish he could stop telling the story and never tell me about it again.

I layered on the bed on my back, tears screaming sideways to my messy brown hair. I then swell myself into a small ball.