Destined

Nineteen

Evelyn

He brought a whore into my house. I know people say treat others with kindness but if you saw the clothes she was wearing - wait no, the lack of clothing she was wearing - there's a good chance anyone would agree with me. Unless that person is all about women empowerment and all over letting women wear what they want and how they feel since nowadays wearing less clothing means you're more confident with your body. I strongly disagree. Sure anyone can wear what they want and they can be confident in themselves but there is a very fine line between being confident in yourself and dressing like you spend your evenings on the corner.
Just looking at her and having to sit across the dining room table from her and Alexander was too much. Alexander is bad enough on his own but add whatever she said her name was into the mix and it's like the salad I didn't want. It's really beginning to feel like I can't even be in my own home anymore without someone new showing up and taking over. That probably sounds pathetic but I'm so used to it being just us three and then out of nowhere more and more people keep showing up. I'm out of my comfort zone. I probably don't have any place to even think about that woman with how I've acted but there's something about her other than the clothing situation that doesn't seem right. Almost as if she's hiding secrets. What those could be, I'm unsure however she gives me the feeling of sneaky and slimy. If I told Alexander or my parents (who lacked acknowledging me whatsoever this evening) about this I highly doubt they'd believe me or care which is sad yet this is where we've come. I'm no longer the good child my parents loved so dearly, in their eyes, I'm the kid who lies and is rude and spends more time with Lia and in my room than I'd want to spend around them or Alexander. It hurts to see and feel the change that's crept up on us.
I hardly touched the food on the plate while I listened to the four adults cackle and exchange words in excitement around the table. The chicken seemed to only dry out by my laser focus, the corn and mushrooms lost their heat and whatever else placed on the thin light wood. The whole meal, one I was once looking forward to, had suddenly only been paid attention to by my playful cutlery. I couldn't do it, I couldn't sit around the table and listen anymore. My mind would be fried here where my familiar surroundings in the level up could fix and keep me occupied. So I left. I got up without a word or making eye contact with anyone and less than two minutes later I was sitting by my window, gazing out the glass.
"So is she like that all the time?" I hear the woman showing too much skin outside my door as if she planned it. I get closer to the door and stay quiet.
"Who?" Alexander replies sounding confused.
"That girl who opened the door tonight. She seems... lovely." She tells him with disgust laced on her tongue. I see, so she can come here to my place of residence and I'm 'that girl'.
"Evelyn? Oh, she's just been having a rough time lately."
"You sure that's it? She doesn't seem too fond of you either. I have to wonder if maybe she's treating both of us this way for a certain reason."
"And what reason would that be?" He asks. This ought to be good.
"Well, there could be a couple of reasons. She could be on her period, she could be jealous or maybe she's always a major bitch."
"Jealous of what?" Is the only thing she said that grabbed his attention, along with mine.
"Seeing you with someone else. Someone who's a woman and experienced and able to make you happy." He seemed to release one of his famous dry laughs at her words.
"Look," he begins, "Evelyn doesn't like me and definitely not like that. There's absolutely no way she'd ever be jealous of seeing me with anybody, no matter how much of a woman. The only time I've ever seen her be jealous was when she was a baby and I was paying more attention to the television than I was to her but that was ages ago. She's not a jealous person anymore, not that I've seen anyways." He goes on. He's right, I'm not that type of person, she's just irritating as all hell.
"I'm just saying. Don't shut out the idea, it could be kind of fun to play around with."
"Okay, I'll make sure to keep that in mind." He did laugh again but he didn't sound like he was joking around.
"So, now that that's out of the way, show me your den." It wasn't a question, it was a woman attempting to use her sexual intentions to use and from the sound of it, it worked. Where's a bowl for me to throw up in?
I am not excited about this relationship of his.