The Unfortunante, The Ordinary, And The Changed

Its all black and gold

"Whoa."

I looked up from the grey shirt I'd just bumped into on my way out of the bathroom.

My eyes widen for a quick second before I felt my face go blank, void of emotion.

"who are you?"

I stare at him blankly. Then I meet his questioning eyes, pure black, with almost a hint of gold. The second thing I noticed was his eyebrows. they where full and bushy, but controlled. His hair was brown, dark brown, almost black even.

And his skin. His skin is indescribable, almost pale, like snow. His dark features complemented them flawlessly. his bone structure is.... clean, and straight. There was no roundness in his jaw line. He looked like a model to me. His bone structure was to hard to be "cute", It was more haunting, and beautiful.

And I have a problem with beautiful people, and crazy people.

That's probably why me and her are lost.

The her from last night.

"Hunny this is Alon, she'll be staying with us for the time being."

I looked at Gabby, who was coming out of what I assumed was the master bedroom.

He nodded. "I'm Cash."

Cash. Cash.

"Alon hun, when your ready just come on down for breakfast, Daniel made pancakes."

I nod in acknowledgment before turning back towards the room I slept in.

Last night, when I came back Gabby was waiting at the door.

She said I looked tired.  She showed me the room I'd sleep in, gave me some clothes to wear for the night, for two more days, And a pack of underwear. She said She'd get me some bra's from my house later on because we weren't the same size.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep. But I never do that anyway. I started thinking. Thinking about Shane my ex step father. Then I thought of my mother. I despised her at times. Most of the time actually. I hate her because she stayed. And because she made me stay. And because we could have left.

But all she said when I asked why we didn't was,

"I love him unconditionally, and for that I am a fool, but I cannot help it."

"That's love?" I'd ask.

"Being here, excepting him, knowing HIM even if that wasn't who he was before is love."

I didn't think so, but I never told her that. 

I hate love.

I hate life.

But I won't off myself because I know that the life I have could be worse.

That's what kept me alive through the beatings, stabbings, and bullshit,

It. Could. Be. Worse.

I went down stairs, about 7 minutes later to find Gabby, her son, and a man at the table.

"Hi, I'm Daniel, Gabby's husband."

unsure of how to answer that, I stare at him for a few seconds. I wasn't used to speaking to people other than my now deceased parents. Yesterday, when I talked to Gabby, I was high off the rush fighting for my life gave me.

"Hello."

After that lame reply,  I took a sit in the closest vacant chair.