Sacred [On Hold]

iii|Tears & Evans.

iii|Tears & Evans.

Once school got over, Lacey dropped me off home and I went to change into something comfortable with a bikini inside after showering. I felt filthy because my vagina was bleeding but now I felt fresh and happy.  Lacey went over to her own house to change so that we didn't mess up our clothes. Although Dunhill Prep was a private school, we fortunately had no uniform.

I wore my favourite olive green bikini under black shorts and a 'stay cool' tank top which was in the colour red. My bikini was criss crossed and high wasted so I could feel comfortable. I stuffed a beach mat in my backpack and went down to the kitchen to dump a bar of dark chocolate and then headed over to the basement—where my family bar was—and grabbed a bottle of wine. I know I said I don't drink and all, but wine was a must. I used to drink wine from an early age and so it didn't affect me. I've never gotten drunk by wine. But I stay a distance away from vodka and whiskey and tequila and other similar drinks.

It was Lacey and my ritual; we used to drink wine on every sleepover we had. The only problem was that Lacey couldn't ever sneak out wine from her house. The reason was simple— her dad kept track of all the liquor in their house because of their daughter. He knew she can't stop drinking and so there was a lock on their basement too and only her dad and mom had the key but she couldn't ever pick up that simple lock. My family on the other hand never minded me drinking. They instead coaxed me to get out of the house and to for parties, be a teenager and live life since they used to do all of those things when they were in high school. My mom lost her virginity all too soon and got pregnant soon too— but that wasn't what she wanted for me. She wanted me to get wasted sometimes but to not get pregnant. But even if I did, she promised me that she'd support me and help me get through it—after kicking my ass for it.

I wasn't very close to my mom but my dad and I, we were a unit. I was great in English, French and Spanish just like my dad was but Spanish was additional in my life. Dad mastered English and French and got a degree in those languages along with being a doctor. He believed that no one can ever grow old to learn. No matter how many degrees you have in your hand, there's always more knowledge to gain from the world than you think and that the day you think you've learnt everything, you've fooled yourself and made a joke of yourself. I took my dad's words seriously. He was like my second best friend. First is obviously Lacey. I can tell both of them whatever I want be it guy problem or school problem. As of my mom, she's close but my dad yet comes first. I've always been the daddy's girl and I'm happy with that.

My mom is very sensitive and fortunately, I don't have that trait in me. But with being sensitive, she's strong and she can hide whatever she doesn't want you to see. She could kill a man and hide out the evidence and you won't even think she did something. She looks like a cinnamon roll but looks are absolutely deceptive in her case. She can actually kill you is what my dad tells me. Apparently she rejected my father thrice before they dated because my dad was a player. But he changed for her. He always tells me that she changed him for the better and that he couldn't imagine his life without her. Damn. My parents are such cuties I tell you.