The house no one Knows about

ONE

I watched my mum dance around the garden complaining about the white roses and the enormous orchids. She complained of the blueness of the water spurting out of the fountain and how fast it flowed. Yet she did it with a smile. It's so disgusting how someone can walk around degrading everything around them with a smile. Unfortunately this is a thing that is common with the opposite sex. After my mum finished a brilliant performance of a female Cerberus, I watched her fight with my dad over something that seemed so unnecessary. My parents are disgusting people. They are disgusting for three reasons:

They refuse to associate with anyone who does not own a BMW or a Rolls Royce.

They survive by picking various aspects of my life to ruin

And the last reason that proves that my parents are disgusting people; they love my girlfriend Tasha. When we started dating, I thought she was perfect and unfortunately, so did my parents. Now, I don't even know why we lasted, I don't even know why I'm still dating her. Tasha is an evil person and I pity myself for discovering this so late. I do know that she needs me, dating the most popular boy in school gives her a sense of pride.

My parents just finished lecturing me on my posture and balance. I'm sick of them and I did tell them that. I also told them that I was disgusted by the fact that they want me to grow up to be just like them and if I do I'll kill myself. Of course my father was offended but he should be used to hearing things like that by now. They started yelling so I just took my car and drove away. Sometimes I stay awake at night trying to think about what went wrong with my parents. Lately they have begun to hate me more than usual. Normally I wouldn't care because my parents have never liked me and that is a fact I'm more than willing to accept. I was never perfect and they couldn't handle it. When they start fighting, I would just play really loud music and write. I started writing poetry after the Hana Incident. I started writing because I felt that it brought me closer to her.

I drive into the most remote parts of Charlotte. I love this state so much because there is so much space to breathe and you can hide just about anywhere. Being in North Carolina makes it easier to escape from my parents. I keep driving down the dark road even though my instincts are telling me not to. My tyre flattens in a few seconds and I am automatically stuck in this strange place. I climb out of the car and examine my tyre which is completely messed up. I sigh heavily, stuff my fists into my pockets and walk around. It's a good thing I have enough sense to know that I won't get to a repair shop at this time; so the best I can do is to find somewhere to stay for the night. I walk past this grey and abandoned place that is until I find a farmhouse. All the lights are off and the floorboards on the patio seemed to be coming off. I glance back thinking that there had to be another option, because for all I know this person could be an axe murderer and I could be walking into my death. Eventually I step towards the door in front of me and place my ear against the hard barrier between me and this person. There's a soft, female voice singing. When I knock on the door, the singing ends abruptly.

The girl opens the door a crack and stares at me before opening it more. The speech I had prepared for the owner of this house melts at the back of my tongue. This girl is so beautiful. Her messy, long, black hair flows out of her head like a waterfall and hits her chocolate-coloured shoulders like they were the rocks underneath. She has a slim figure and wide hips. Her eyes are small but big enough for head. She was standing on the cold floorboards in a white chiffon blouse, blue denim shorts and no shoes. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw me as if she recognised me and I'd been chasing her for years. I admired the way she stood because of all the shyness in it; her knees clung to each other begging for protection.

'Hi' my voice manages to come out boldly.

'What do you want?' she half-whispers.

'One of my car tyres went flat; do you know where I can spend the night?'

'No, goodbye'

'Wait, please. I can't get back home'

Her eyes softened and floated down to her feet and stayed there as she opened the door wider, beckoning me in.

'Thank you'

She refuses to reply and locks the door without a word.

'You can sleep on the couch, goodnight'

'Wait, I don't know your name'

She hesitates and strokes the back of her name where something has been tattooed in black ink.

'Bambi'

That would explain her round eyes.

'I'm Dean'

She nods and mutters another goodnight then disappears up the stairs. I sit on the couch slowly; thinking about this mysterious girl who lives in the middle of nowhere and by the looks of it in extreme poverty. I run my hands over the cracked rug. The carpet has frayed at the ends and the fridge which has been left open is almost empty. All I can think of is how much I want to get to know her properly.

When I lower my head unto the aging couch I can't help but smile and say her name over and over again. If only I could stay here forever.