If We're A Fairytale (Completed)

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

I didn't know when I fell asleep but I woke up with a startle. Someone was knocking on the door enough for the whole neighborhood to hear it.

Is it mom? She's early.

Or is it Nate?

My heart skipped a beat. I was not yet ready to face him. My muscles were stiff because I fell asleep on the couch. I stretched my limbs – my joints were actually popping and I feared for my future. I didn't want to be at risk for arthritis, not in a million years. Shaking my head from how random and inappropriate my thoughts were, I gingerly made my way to the door.

I hope it's not mom or Nate. I'm not yet ready.

Thankfully, I remembered the pregnancy test kits scattered on the floor before I could even open the door and so I ran towards the living room to gather the boxes. I hid it inside my room and ran back again to open the door.

When I opened the door, I immediately regretted it. Moreover, I was momentarily shocked; Anthon was standing there, looking grim and disgruntled. He was my mom's current lover. And I didn't expect to see him now, or ever.

My mom loved him but there was something creepy about this man, he always looked at me weirdly. Like, he was lusting towards me, which I hoped was not the case. I felt an involuntary shiver ran down to my spine. Why was he here? Didn’t he know mom was not here until this evening?

"Are you not going to invite me inside, darling?" I felt Goosebumps rising all over me by his words. I really didn't like him but I didn't say anything to my mom because she was happy with him. I loved seeing her happy, and if this man could give her that then so be it. I knew dad would be happy too for mom, at least I hoped so.

"Yeah, come in. Mom is not here though, you know that?" I asked and went straight to the kitchen to make coffee.

He followed me but did not say anything. I mentally patted my back wishing myself good luck in surviving another shitty day - last night was the first. Could my day get any better?

"Have a seat, Anthon." I ushered him to sit. I knew he was staring at me and I felt so uncomfortable. I could feel my skin crawling and it disgusted the hell out of me. I would give everything to be anywhere but here.

"You're alone?" He asked, duh, if it wasn't obvious.

"Yeah... Amy went home last night." I wish I didn't ask her to leave if I knew you were coming! I gave him the coffee and sat across him at the opposite side of the island, much farther from where he sat. I hated why our house wasn't big, I wanted to be at least one mile away from this spit ball.

"Thanks." He took a sip and licked his lips; was it just me or there was something malicious in that action? At least that was how my brain interpreted it. I flinched.

He smelled like brandy, he has been drinking? I didn't know he drank; I thought he was the perfect goody shoes type of a man.

I felt like puking but I stopped the urge, instead I found my own cup very interesting that I started memorizing every pattern drawn in it. It was floral and I think I got is as a gift years ago.

"What brings you here?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"I wanted to see you." He said, looking at me intently. My mouth dropped to the floor and I gawked at him, the skin-crawling sensation intensified and the nausea worsened. His eyes were dark and lustful, and fear started to choke me making my heart beat like crazy. Now, I am pretty sure I wasn't just imagining things. Alarm bells started clunking inside my head.