The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 2

"I kn- hold on a second!"
Aunt Francine rushes to the doorway, her long tinted red hair flowing behind her.
Ever since we left when I was 13, she's been here with her boyfriend, Tyler, whose another fellow Six.
I look up from the stack of papers Aunt Francine was filling out, when I see a ray of light raise threw the room glaring against the table.
"Delilah?" I turn quickly, tossing my frail braid over my shoulder as I see the 'Wicked Witch of the West' in the door way.
Aunt Francine backs up a couple steps so that I could see the full view of my evil stepmom.
"You got to leave."
Aunt Francine says in a whisper, backing up even more.
Ever since my father and Maria got married, Maria's been giving Aunt Francine the glare.
Any ways, Aunt Francine just could care less if Maria was to fall off the face of the earth, but she holds herself together for my dad, or her brother.
"Delilah, come on now, I don't have time- I have a meeting in 20."
I prop myself up from the table, and I walk to the wooden door.
"I'll see you tomorrow-"
Aunt Francine begins, but Maria interrupts,
"She's got chores tomorrow."
Her voice is stubborn and full of excuses.
"Then maybe I can work for y'all tomorrow?"
I love how she tries to look out for me- she's the mother I lost.
"Forgot it. Delilah, get in the car."
I feel Aunt Francine's hand embrace my shoulder but at that moment I feel Maria grab my wrist and she slings me forward and slams the front door.
I quickly walk to the car, and take a seat in the back of the vehicle.
Maria props herself in the front, her neat work suit hugging her body.
"Don't say a word." Without another warning she taps her ear piece, and a fake smile grows across her face,
"Hey baby...yes I'm on the way...she's doing swell!"
Sometimes I wish my father saw her real colors.
Then with a quick beep the phone cuts off.
The rest of the ride is slow and aching. The farthest from the woman the better.

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"Get in the house, and get the dishes done. Don't interrupt Genevieve's photo shoot- and do whatever she says. I'd hate to have to give you father a bad report."
Says Maria, whipping back her dark brown hair and her hazel eyes sending over an unfriendly stare.
Then without another second she sends her black Vinyette down the gravel path with her hour glass body in it.
I roll my eyes and zip up the rest of my navy blue hoodie as I'm welcome into my 'home.'
The smell of oils and perfumes fill my nose, as I quench my nostrils from the strong smell.
Peering into the living room, I see Genevieve modeling a new perfume.
She flips her brown locks, striking an arch like pose, and then holds up the diamond fragrance.
"Great, Genevieve, your sure one of a kind! BREAK!"
All of the photographers stop what their doing and begin to adjust the station.
Genevieve sets down the disgusted smelling perfume, and trots to her water bottle in his 8 inch heels.
I step in, pushing my spectacles closer to my face.
"Oh, your here. Get me some new water, sparkled not tap, and make it quick, I have only five minutes."
The way she talks makes it sound like an obnoxious seal, beginning for attention.
"Sure thang."
I move my way past her tall model like figure and walk into the kitchen where I grab a quick bottle of 'sparkled' water and I return it to her.
She laces her manicured fingers around the plastic and with a quick snarky comment she says,
"And dear god do yourself a favor and clean yourself up- even though you have no one to impress I'm pretty sure your dad would think you'd look at least a little less hideous."
I ignore her comment and go clean the dishes.
I wish my mom was still here- at least she could call me beautiful- and at least mean it.