A Faded Memory

12//Breakfast and Precautions - Part 2

MAISIE'S POV

I hear the sound of Mums car pulling away before I even start to consider opening my eyes yet. Well nevermind, I think to myself as I hear a noise from the couch, I'm guessing. I glance over in that direction and see that my sister, Mackenzie is staring at me.

This instantly sends my mind into thinking like a normal human being mode, my stomach begins to growl at me which low-key scares the living daylights out of me. Food. What can I actually eat? Hmm.

"Yoghurt!" Mackenzie bursts out of quite literally no where to no one in particular. Kenzie looks at me and bursts out laughing when she sees my reaction to her sudden outburst. 

"Your tongue piercing you weirdo, you're having yoghurt for breakfast whether you like it or not," she states. I then begin to type away furiously at my phone before my sisters phone dings. I giggle at my own message quietly.

"I figured," Kenzie replies. I just smile back oh so  innocently at her. 

I lay in bed while Kenzie goes to grab breakfast. Honestly, yoghurt actually sounds really appetizing right now. Any yoghurt to be honest sounds good, except out of date yoghurt of course. Yep, that is how much my brain is the equivalent of baby food when I wake up, and no I don't give two flying firetrucks what you think about it. Not even a single one.

Mackenzie locks the door behind her, leaving me locked in as a precaution. Notifying me beforehand of course so I don't freak out while she gets the food. 

Because she definitely is not a stupid as people take her for, and she makes sure to have her phone on her and hidden in case I need something or mum strikes again. Trust me she could strike at any minute for all I know, it's what makes her so bloody unpredictable. 

It sometimes leaves me thinking that that is probably, no most likely where my siblings and I get it from. Yeah, that sounds about right. Our father? Well, no one really knows all that much about him to be honest so. He kind of disappeared when he found out mum was pregnant with three of us. Madalyn and I both hope that he burns in hell. Mackenzie? Well I don't even know anymore, mum has made her believe that he was a good man. Ha ha, was a good man, until he went off to god only knows where. 

We all have very strong opinions on the man that we're meant to call our father. Extremely strong opinions. But oh well, it is what it is I guess. Mackenzie says that we shouldn't judge him too harshly because we haven't met him. Although he did leave after he found out that mum was having triplets so technically we do have a valid reason to dislike him.

My sister enters the room not long after I start rocking back and forth on the bed in a trance. She takes a seat next to me and starts to wave the tub of strawberry yoghurt in my face to gain my attention. 

"Oh, thanks. What are you having?" I ask.

"We're both having yoghurt," she simply shrugs. 

"Mum will flip even more if she finds out that it's gone though," I answer, slightly scared.

"Well she can suck a twelve inch dick and we're going to the shops to get you some food, we'll replace the yoghurt then," Kenzie answers. Man, she has a solution to everything right now.

"Are we getting the party supplies too?" I question.

"Yes Maisie, we are getting everything we need okay," Kenzie answers back. Damn, she really does have an answer for everything right now. Which is actaully kind of freaky. 

"But first, you my dear sister are bathing. I don't care whether it be in my shower or bath, you are getting yourself clean again," just casually dropping hints to me that I smell in a not so offensive way. 

"Yes boss," I laugh, saluting at my sister.

"Just find something in my closet, I don't really care what," she adds, directing at her walk in closet.

I just nod at her silently as I take myself over to my sisters closet. 

I soon magically reappear with some clothes and go into the bathroom to clean myself up a bit. 

I close the bathroom door, still inside so I can get changed just in case of any unexpected audiences. I really wouldn't appreciate one this morning as I shower to be one hundred percent honest with you all. I change out of my sleepwear and step into the shower to get clean. 

I come out, throw my sisters sleeping clothes into her hamper and internally debate whether or not I should do my makeup or not. Hmm, nah. 

I give myself a quick once over in the floor to ceiling mirror I have hung up behind the door, while Mackenzie adds the finishing touches to her makeup for today.

Whilst Mackenzie continues to sort herself out for the day, I get onto sorting out my hair. Being the complicated person I am, I go with double dutch braids into a bun at the nape of my neck. Of course it couldn't be as perfect as I would have liked, but it's nothing that a couple bobby pins and a couple sprays of hairspray can't fix. So as I always say, quite literally, she be right. 

I sit patiently on my sisters bed waiting to leave. She collects the rest of her necessary belongings for the day and puts them into her favourite black leather handbag.

It's verging on ten o'clock when we have finally locked the front door behind us and climb into my sisters navy blue and black Lamborghini. She loves her precious 'baby' to absolute pieces. A few have said that her relationship with her car is unhealthy, verging on dangerous. Okay, maybe more than a few people have. But does she really doesn't give two shits on what people think about her? Hell to the freaking no she does not and I'm hoping that she keeps it that way.