saving scomiche ♥

chapter 5

i woke up the next mornig with a blanket over me, still in the living room and popcorn everywhere. i guess i dont remember when i fell sleep. i got up a bit to quickly and got light headed and stumbled on my own feet. note to self never get up too quickly after sleeping on a couch or anywhere uncomfortable.

i walked up to my bedroom and took a shower and brushed my teeth and shit, did all my bussiness. tied my hair up in a messy bun. dabbed a bit of concealer on the pimples on my face, so that people would find my face a bit more appealing to look at and headed downstairs to have my breakfast.

i had some conflakes and a snackbar with orange juice as well. after i was done it was about 10am and i went to clear up the place i had left a mess, but it was already done. so i just sat there on twitter, tweeting random things.

the doorbell rang and i went to answer it, knowing it was zach. i swung the doors open.

"hey za.." my smile soon turning into a shocked expression. "mum! dad!"

"hello skylar," she said in her formal voice, strutting in and taking a seat on the black leather couch, my dad was on his phone and walked straight passed me without even saying hello. he chucked his bag on the couch and walked out to the garden and took a seat outside.

i was standing there like an awkward little turtle. my mother was now on her laptop, doing business stuff, i dont want to get into that.

my mum has brown  hair that comes down just below the shoulders, but she dyed it blonde, but you can see the brown roots. she has blue eyes, and she always, and i mean always wears read lipstick. she is always wearing heals and business suits, like the tight blazers that shows boob shapes and the skirts that are tight on the skin but have slits on either the back or the side.

and my dad, he is from an italian-ish background (his mum's italian, dad's british) so he just looks perfect, in the suits and shiny pointed shoes, perfectly gelled black hair. typical business man. NEVER would you see them in something more comfortable. like track bottoms or even jeans. well i havent as far a i know.

"so skylar, when are you deciding to join the family business?" my mother asked me. seriousness shown clearly on her face.

"never" i replied blatantly.

"your a 20 year old woman, why not. im sure you ancestors would want you to. this is why your such a disgrace to the family. atleast your brother anthony understands his responsiblities. why dont you?" she ranted, oh i did forget to mention my amazing brother anthony, the perfect one, no literally...he is perfect. the cheekbones, his blue-grey eyes, eyebrows, his thin lips. his black hair is not like my dads its always in a quiff. and is always on my mums good side. he is 25. yet handles the business very well.

despite all that, he is the greatest brother i could have. he understands me so well, he doesnt talk about business to me. when ever he is home (wich is rare but not as rare as my mum and dad being home) he always hangs out with me and takes me places. we eat buttloads of pizza, its like a ritual, we always eat pizza whenever we are together.

"yeah but i am not my brother." i said sternly

"then why cant you be like him! whats wrong with joining!"

"maybe because i dont want to have the life sucked out of me, and god forbid if i ever have children i  dont want them to ever feel that i dont love them because i am too engrosed in my work than looking after them and spending time with them like you and dad do!" i shouted storming out of the house slamming the door shut, with a loud bang. tears rolled out of my eyes, uncontrollably as i ran down the street towards central park. not caring about the fact that it will take me ages to get there on foot.