The Ocean Wanted A Kiss

Chapter four

A week passes after the incident with Arthur, and it's been pretty peaceful and calm ever after. For a whole week, mom and I haven't crossed paths or fought, Rebecca hasn't asked me about Arthur again so I didn't have to lie to her, Andrew has been totally ignoring me and whenever we're both alone in a room, he soon gets out. Just a week to rest my mind in some peace I haven't got the chance to feel before.

It was a pretty serene weekend, I enjoyed my Friday listening to some soft music and studying physics— which I suck at —while the seniors of my school were pretty drunk at the homecoming party which was banging at one of the jackass jocks house. The day after, which was Saturday, I went out shopping for new clothes. Gotta waste those two grands, bishes.

And now it's 11 pm already and I've been walking around the house, aimlessly searching for my biology booklet and asking everyone in the house if they've seen it but they sticked for a no.

Before I find it and the flames start to dance hard in my heart as I deadly glare at James, mom's boyfriend.

"Would you please get your nasty feet off my booklet?" I ask him as he's resting his feet on the top of my booklet which is placed on the coffee table. He doesn't bother look my way or even move his feet as his eyes stuck on the tv screen in disinterest. "Hey! I'm talking to you." I raise my tone a bit but still the same bored expression plastered on his face. I wave my hand in front of his eyes but his eyes were shell-locked, his eye pupils don't move. I even think his eyeballs are replaced with two balls of glass.

But I have my ways to draw his attention.

"Damn, who do you think you are to just shut off the tv while I am watching a match, you bitch?" He quickly yells at me as soon as I turn off the tv screen. The tv must be so attractive to make him that lost. The corner of my lips lifts upward in victory as I have my eyes locked into his.

"Get your nasty feet off my booklet, please," I demand as polite as I can, my eyes still locked into his in challenge. His eyes are just a light mixture of hatred and evil. He stays still not moving a toe. "Oh sorry, didn't know your ears just suddenly stopped working. I pitty you, I'll get my booklet myself." I fake pouting as I take a few steps closer the table before his reckless reaction scares me away, notice the sarcasm.

"Oh my bad, I didn't know it's yours." He widens his eyes and starts squeezing the bottom of his feet against my booklet roughly.

"Don't fucking dare you touch my things." I shout at him with a huge scowl on my face as I quickly grip my booklet and turn around to leave but it all happened fast. He gets a strong grip of my wrists to curl me up in his strong arms and face him. I hear my mom begging me to stop being a bitch. Guess I'm the bitch here.

"Who do you think you are, stinky twat?" He wonders as our faces were a few inches apart. His obnoxious eyes radiate hatred towards me as he studies my face in disgust.

"Oh I'm sorry but the only twat here is your reflection in the mirror," I smirk at him and my eyes turn cold. "Damn, what mirror would reflect your figure?" I scoff and roll my eyes as I watch his face getting redder and redder from the anger.

"Hasn't anyone taught you to have some respect towards adults?"

"Hasn't anyone taught you how to be an adult?" I scoff, "Search it on WikiHow, I'm sure they give pretty good lessons."

He finally lets go of my wrist which, I'm pretty sure, is swollen now. I look at mom and sister who has watched the whole scene with their bare eyes. I shift on my heels to go upstairs before James shouts me a "hey" And all I did is looking his way and his knuckles met my cheek in a rough incident.

He punched me straight in the cheek.

I trace the fresh wound, that's printed on my left cheekbone, with my fingers.

"What the fuck did you do?" Rebecca cries at him as she runs towards me. I can feel the wet cold liquid sliding down my face, which happens to be my blood.

I place my hand on Rebecca's lips to shut her up before he punches her too. I don't want to drag her into this. But why would he do so? He simply doesn't have that hatred towards her.

"It's all your fault, I will never blame anyone but you," I shout at mom as I storm right towards her and the blood dripping down on the floor as I take quick steps. I can feel the heat rising up in my cheeks from anger. "This venomous creature can't stay here! He gets his ass out of this house or I will get mine out." I ramp at her giving her no third choice.

It's either him or me simply because they can never gather both of us in the same house. That homeless brat shall go find himself some job rather than staying at his, so called, girlfriend's house and drinking 24/7. The air in this house became so suffocated with the smells of both alcohol and his rotten socks.

I admit it, I'm just as stubborn but it's not even fair to live with a complete stranger in the same house, using the same bathroom, laying in the same couch, breathing the same air.

My mother moves towards her boyfriend in a leisurely pace and encircles her thin arms around his waist. She hasn't given me an answer yet as the severe difficulity she's facing while choosing between us is drawn on her face features... And that's the reason I already made up my mind.

Choosing between me and someone else is a simple justification to just leave...

"I'm sorry but you can't force a flower to thrive somewhere it doesn't belong..." I tell her sedately as the disgust quickly takes its place on my face.

I run upstairs to my room, stroke the door of my room violently to launch a loud noise. I quickly grab the only big backpack I've had and start packing the few outfits I bought yesterday, my laptop and my phone. I wear my converse on before Rebecca opens the door tradily.

"You can't leave, Lilith. You don't have a place to go to," She fusses as soon as she draws closer to me. I roam in my room trying to hold the tears that occupy my eyes tight like the moon in the arms of the sky. I look at the floor, refusing the eye contact with her. "Are you hurt? Does the wound hurt much?" She places her forefinger below my chin to raise my head upwards and check the wound.

"I can't feel it." I say softly in a low voice, still looking at the ground.

She taps on the bruise, "And like that?"

I shake my head and she taps harder waiting for me to cry in pain, but will I?

"How don't you feel any pain?" She asks and travels her gaze upper into my eyes as I lock mine with hers. Tears are threatening to fall down as I grit on my teeth.

"Would it hurt on the outside when it doesn't in the inside?" I mutter, benumbed.

I'm lacking sensation, unable to move, stunned and paralyzed with coldness. Petrified. I'm emptied of emotions, hollow, vacuous.

"Mom doesn't want to hurt your feelings, Lilith, she also loves her boyfriend." She tries to console me as she holds a strand of my hair and places it behind my ear.

"My feelings? Oh don't worry about those, no one else does."

"Lilith, you can't leave."

"And that's why I've packed and leaving."

I walk downstairs, holding my backpack, where my dismissive mom is standing. My dead eyes pierce through hers, and for a moment, her ocean eyes flashed regret and guilt, flecks of hurt upon them. My tongue wets my sheiveled lips as I trudge towards the door, glancing over her once more, clutching to the last thread of hope that she might dump her boyfriend for me... But it looks like her crappy boyfriend is worth it. She didn't love me anyways.

It sucks when I know that I need to let go, but I can't, because I'm still waiting for the impossible to happen.

"Goodbye, mom."

Next thing I know the door has closed behind me and the wooden house is disappearing from my rear view.