Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XV - "Purple hair."

"Wake up, purple hair. You sleep all day." I heard someone with a Russian accent pat my shoulder.
Blinking one or twice, I widened my eyes to see a tall slim woman with brown hair and blue eyes.
"Jesus, Ann. Leave her alone!" Kris yelled as she came in the room. The Russian woman shot her a glare and looked back to me.
"Demi, this is Antonina. Call her Ann or whatever."
"She live with us?" Ann asked.
"No. She's gonna get the spare room." Kris corrected her while searching in the room for who knows what.
"Where the hell is my straightener?" she yelled frustrated.
"You hair is burn. I hide straightener." the Russian smriked at her own words. "You have nice curl. Leave hair like that." she said caressing a curl of Kris' hair.
"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"2 PM." Kris replied looking at her watch. "Hey, where the hell is Mick?"
"Idiot went to work." Ann spat, clearly unhappy from the mentioning of that guy's name. "глупо гей идиот." she murmured some other words in Russian and came back to me.
"You wash yourself after getting up?"
"Yes.." I nodded looking around.
"Good. You need towel?"
"Yes, please."
She nodded and walked away.
"Demi, I'm sorry. We're just a huge family. Well, not exactly a family but.. Anyway I'm sorry for the noise and every-"
"Kris! The fuck are you?" a loud male voice yelled from downstairs.
"I'm fucking upstairs you shithead. Stop yelling."
"Get your stupid ass here! Now!" he yelled again.
"Fucking wait. Jesus." Kris yelled throwing her hands in the air. "What do you want for lunch?" she turned to me, trying to keep calm.
"Anything." I replied standing up lazily. "I'm very hungry."
"Okay. Get a quick wash and be downstairs in 30 minu-"
"Kris! I said get tha' ass right here, right now." the male voice yelled again.
"Fuck you!" She yelled back. "Well, you understand I have to go."
I nodded. Ann came back and handed me a towel.

I thanked her and searched for the bathroom. It was small, but clean and they had warm water, too. I tried vanishing all the past week memories, mostly yesterday's stuff. As then, I reminded myself I needed to eat. I quickly rinsed my body and shut the water.
I took out some fresh clothes from my suitcase and wore them. There were loud yells downstairs which related to Kris and that noisy guy from before. They were talking about money missing and rent problems, so I understood they kinda were like me before all this.

I rushed downstairs to see Kris cooking pancakes and Ann with a baby sitting in a chair.
A kinda short, semi muscular guy with jet black hair was walking around the kitchen with papers in his hands, yelling questions in irritation. Ann rolled her eyes at him, muttering Russian words.
"You!" the boy glared at her. "Speak fuckin' English!"
"Um.. Hello?" I greeted awkwardly.
The boy turned at me and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who the fuck is her?"
"She's Demi. She's going to rent the spare room." Kris replied putting the pancakes on the table.
She glared at my hair, but later turned his attention to the pancakes, sitting quickly on the chair next to him.
"Easy, tiger. We're all hungry." Kris yelled slapping his hand, about to get the pancakes.
"Whatever!" he rolled his eyes grabbing a pancake. "Where is the syrup?"
"Didn't buy syrup." Ann glared at him. "You end it in one hour. Fat idiot."
"Shut up, Russian ass!" he spat taking an enormous bite of his pancake.
"Demi, take a sit." Kris demanded.
"Mickey Motherfucking' Milkovich, if you take one more pancake I'll chop your head off!" she yelled as the boy took his third one from the plate.

She left two for me on my plate, two for Ann and one to herself.
As Mickey shifted in his chair, everybody including me started eating. The pancakes were perfect, no wonder why the boy ate them so much.
"This shithead hides money from me!" he complained gesturing Ann. "That's why some bucks are missing."
"I buy things for baby." she glared at him.
"I need the money." he glared back, mimicking her Russian accent.
"You have lot money, you just give them to Carrot Top."
"Who's Carrot Top?" I smiled, curious. Everybody except Mickey smiled.
Mickey gave me a the-hell-you-want look and stood up.
"You going to Carrot Top?" Ann smirked, making him angry.
"Yes. Fuckin' less drama than your ass!" he yelled and walked away.
"And that just rhymed too!" he added after putting his coat on.
"Don't do too much things together!" Kris smiled widely now.
Mickey shot her his middle finger and turned on his heels.
"I do the fuck I want." he whispered loudly enough for us to hear, shutting the main door behind him.
Ann and Kris looked at each other and then laughed hard. Who the hell was Carrot Head?

After fifteen minutes of peace and silence, Mickey bumped in again.
"Demi, right?" he gestured at me.
I quickly nodded, somehow confused.
"A guy was searchin' for you. He said he was family." he added.
My heart lit up from the thought that it could be Marc.
Mickey went at the front door and gestured someone to come in. I happily rushed myself to the door, until I saw a tall slim figure coming in.

Shit.

It was not Marc.
It was Harry, fists clenched inside his huge coat pockets, dark eyes and furrowed eyebrows.
"Harry..." I spoke in the lowest tone ever.
"Thanks." he nodded to Mickey and he walked out.
"See later."

"I want to talk to you. In private." Harry looked at me.

shit is going to get complicated in next chapter ._.
i posted a short description for the new characters on the right in the picture