The Complicated

The Truth

When you are young, your parents teach you the value of telling the truth. They scare you with stories and the tales of what would happen to you if you lied or didn't do the right thing. So, why was none of that working now? Why was I trying to convince myself that I was happy; trying to force myself to believe that this was the truth? Oh, that's right, because that's what I'm suppose to say according to mine and Derek's parents. According to them we are the picture perfect couple. But, it seems the only truth that I can conclude, is the truth of how much I despise Derek, this marriage, and anything that's has to do with either one.

My days, my life, has become so routine that I am almost convince that I was born to be part robot. Sounds comical, but my days literally consist of the same routine everyday. Wake up, give myself the it's okay things will get better pep talk, shower, breakfast, find entertainment, lunch, dinner, bed, and then it starts all over again. So, seeing as I've just woken up and attempted to give myself some kind of talk, I guess its time for me to shower. As I roll over to get out of my bed, it is just another reminder of how alone I am. I stand up and look across the room to take in just how pharaonic it is just for one person. I mean come on, a california king bed for a girl who barely could fill up her twin bed. Derek and I have different rooms. That was his first rule when I moved in after the wedding; that we do not share rooms, then he assigned me to the room at the end of the hallway. Derek has the first room in the hall which is the master suite, he said that his room is off limits and I really can care less. I occupy one of the other rooms at the very end of the hall. When I first moved in the room was just all a cream color, I mean no other color what so ever. So eventually I painted and decorated it with a champain and mint color scheme.

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. Before I removed my clothes I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at my tall figure and saw how plain I look . I am 5'9, pretty slender, but had wide hips thanks to my dads family, grey eyes, copper waist length hair, and olive skin. When I got in the shower, I could feel myself becoming relaxed. I felt the troubles of earlier somewhat moving to the back burner of my mind. I really hadn't noticed how long I had been in there until I felt the once warm water being replaced by water cold enough to freeze into ice cubes. I got out and dried myself off, then walked to my closet. When I tell you that things are over sized in this house I mean it. The closets in these rooms are like the size of my old college dorm room. That is suppose to be every girls dream; well its not mine. I don't even wear half of the crap in it, which is mostly the dresses and formal stuff, except to the few formal events that I am forced to attend. I put on a pair of sweatpants,a hoodie,and boots, then put my hair into a messy bun. I walk over and grab my phone off of my night stand before I headed down stairs. I check to see if I have any missed calls or messages as I walk out of my room. When it comes on it shows that I have a missed call, voice mail, and a text message. The call and voice mail was from Derek, which was a shocker, and the text was from Riley. Her text said that she was coming over and it was sent about twenty minutes ago which means... * Ding Dong*

I run down the hall and down the stairs to get to the front door. Riley is my best friend. I have known her basically my whole life, and she is really the only one who shares my passionate distaste for my husband. Riley is the about the same height as me, with jet black hair cut into a bob, and a light caramel skin tone. When I get closer to the door I hear her banging on the door.

" Helloooo!!! I know that your ass is in there. I will break this little fancy pansy door down Alayah and you know that I will. So open up. "

" I'm coming cool your tits. ", I yelled back, unlocking the door

" Well it's about damn time. How long it took you, I could have got kidnapped and brought back again." , She yelled as I opened the door.

" Then they should have kept you."