Flirting with Disaster

Nine || Slowly Falling Apart

Nine || Slowly Falling Apart

a/n; so yeah, don't hit me with apples and tomatoes on this chapter, okay? you'll see what happens on the next one. I'll update soon enough, I promise! ;)

thank you so much for your patience, guys! 

It'll only have about 12 chapters, then I'm going to proceed with Defying Gravity. Whoop! Whoop!

-unedited

Enjoy :D x

-athena

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I didn’t go to school the next day. I didn’t have the courage to do so. So here I was, lying on my bed, sniffing my pillow. It wasn’t like I was sick. I was just having a Will moment. After yesterday, I didn’t know how today would have started out like. I couldn’t bear the thought of Will ignoring me. I guess I got used to his annoyingness, and I’d miss that.

Would my mother mind that I stayed home? No.

She didn’t care. She’d rather wallow in despair than care for me.  And it was twisted. She had been raped. Still, she desired for another man – as if she had not been traumatized at all.

Would I still even have a future ahead of me? It felt like everything’s spiraling out of the way. What can I do? No one knew of our situation – not even our relatives. They all had disgraced mom, calling her names. It wasn’t mom’s choice to be raped. Most of all, they hated me. I was the sinner’s child. So who could take me in?

And I couldn’t tell anyone. Mom threatened me that if I’d told anyone about this, that man would return. He scared me. As long as I kept quiet, our lives would be safe.

Deciding not to think about it too much, I stood up and went to the bathroom. I did all my morning rituals. Once I was done, I made a beeline downstairs and found mom smiling at me. She was well dressed, too. Her hair’s tied into a bun, and she radiated of something wonderful, which was new.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” she greeted me.

I just gave a nod.

“You’re not going to school?”

“No,” I said, letting myself sit on one of the chairs around the table.

It was weird, how the breakfast had been well done. There were eggs and pancakes, something mom would have never done. So why was she acting like the good mother hen right now?

Mom’s eyes twinkled when she stare at me. “Do you want to go out with me, then? We could do some shopping.”

I stopped my eating and stared back at her. I was trying to put the pieces together. What had she been up to? It wasn’t likely of her to do these kind of stuff.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

Mom shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t even throwing her usual tantrum. Instead, she looked all nice, as if we’re already buddy-buddy. This thought scared me. What have she done now? She was even dressed in her best outfit, like she was going out on a picnic.

Since I wanted to check out what crazy idea had gone into her head, I agreed to do some shopping today with her

Maybe she was really trying to change.