The Hooded Beauty

I Know

The next few days go on without much occurring.
I took the rest of the week off school, to recover from the near drowning and thigh incident.

I swear I have the worst luck.

I'm just clumsy, that's all. I fall upstairs regularly. Fall down them more often. Trip over on flat ground. You name it and I've probably fallen over it or on it. May I add that all of this happens while I am completely sober too. I have never been drunk. I'm innocent, I know.

I mainly just lay in bed and binge watch Netflix. I started re-watching Orange is the New Black and I'm nearly finished with the fourth season. This is one of the best binge watching shows ever.
I changed the bandages as needed and took the medication as needed. Caught up on my sleep. And enjoyed some wonderful naps.
I even went to see my mother a few times. Nothing really occurred from that, they had told me that she has had a few 'blips' where she has been aggressive and even injured a member of staff. They had put her on new medication and she didn't react to it well. But when she saw me, her face lit up and she was herself again. We'd sit and do jigsaws or watch a movie. It was like the old times, before she had fallen sick.

I wondered what Jace has been doing these last few days. I was waiting for him to text me. But nothing. My phone was dry.
Well it was always dry.
No one cared about me.
But I thought he did.
Well he said he did. He could of lied.
I really thought he'd at least check up on me. Maybe he wasn't the guy I thought he was.
He is so confusing.
I really was beginning to enjoy his company.

I spent a lot of time outside in the garden. Sat in the flower garden. I used to love helping the gardener with planting everything. I was in charge of what flowers went into the gardens. Over the years my skill set had risen and I lost interest in it and so I never really went back into gardening.
I spoke to the gardener for hours on end while I sat in the flower garden. I had missed talking to her. We had spoken about flowers for at least two hours one day, most of the conversation was about sunflowers. My favourite flower of all time. They're so beautiful.

I did sometimes sit and wonder about the events that unfolded a few nights ago.
Do I talk to my dad about it?
Do you think he knows that I found out about the business?

I sit and ponder in my dark room while I starfish across the bed. Trying to figure out a plan. I decide it's best I talk to my father. I just hope he doesn't hide it anymore. I already know it's his business, he can't hide it anymore.

I limp my way over to his office. I already know he will be in there. He is always in there.
I knock.
A classic three times, nothing.
Rude.
I knock again.
Nothing.
Ok, he is ignoring me. I can hear him in there with someone talking.
Right, I have no patience for this.
I open the doors.

There he is.
Sat in his usual place. With a glass of some form of alcohol. Talking to a woman.

Wait a woman?

"Who are you?" I say without even pondering if I should question her. I say it sharp and come across as I'm being rude to her, but I'm not. I just, have never seen this woman before.

And in the office? Why here?

My father stands up. Organises his suit a little bit getting the creases out and clears his throat.
Is he making a speech or something? Do we raise a glass and cheer someone?

"This is the woman I am seeing. Her name is Samantha. I wasn't going to introduce everyone just yet but I guess here we are. Samantha meet Kady my daughter" he explains nervously, this seems a little rehearsed.
He always was a player. He'd try to hide the multiple women doing the walk of shame in the morning. Just senseless hookups that never meant anything. I never thought he'd actually move on from my mother. They split up just before she went into the Psychiatric Hospital. She is still madly in love with him.
My mind travels away and I forget the real reason why I hobbled my ass over here.

"Sorry to interrupt your discussion but I just have something to say." I exclaim like I'm about to make a speech. I try not to come across as nervous. If he sees that I'm nervous, he will never let me into the business.

"Father, I know about the business"