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4 | beige

Song of the chapter ⏤ Beige by Yoke Lore

But baby could you kill a man, could you look in his eyes and feel the fire drain out of his hands
And baby do you think about the past, do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this.

Question of the chapter : your favorite book?

[ Isn't it weird how two people are at the same place, at the same time? Is it all a coincidence? Or is it fate?]

▬ chapter 4 ▬

Things are never what they seem like. We live in a pretend world. Fake smiles, and even more fake people. Finding something real is hard. Especially in Bloomville- the weirdest town name I know. Bloomville is near New York. It's where I grew up and where I lived, until I decided that this lifestyle was not for me. By this lifestyle I mean the fake smiles of everyone, pretending everything is perfect while talking shit behind everyone's backs. Nothing is perfect. Well, except Bloomville. Or at least people pretend it is.

So as the door of my once home open and I am greeted by the maid, I try to put my fakest smile on and pretend that I don't hate 90% of the people here.

As soon as I get inside I am surrounded by the noise and chatter of, over the top dressed, people.
Most are holding glasses of champagne in their hands as they talk.

"Ria." I hear a voice say and turn around to the source of it.
Elizabeth. Great. And she is coming my way, with my dad at her side.

"So glad you could make it." She says as she hugs me, of course that's all just to keep up appearances.

"You know why I'm here so spare me the good words, Elizabeth." I say fake smiling at her, so wide my cheeks hurt. "Dad." I exclaim as I hug him. This time it's a real hug.

"Hey, how are you?" he asks looking at me, as if I am sick or something...
"I'm great." I say, almost defensively. "Why?" My paranoia, always getting the best of me, nags me.

"No, just the last time we talked you seemed kind off down."
"Well, as you can see-" I motion towards my body. "- I am perfectly fine."

"How did th-"
"Where is Daya?" I ask cutting Dad off from asking more questions.
"In her room."

"Ria, I have to tell you something."

"Okay. Then I'll go and talk to her."
I turn around to leave, Dad mouth is still open, meanwhile Elizabeth is busy talking to another person.

I make my way to upstairs and on my way there I meet a lot of people, including The Michaels, Sara's parents. I talk to them for a few minutes and make my way to upstairs.

As I make my way to the second floor of this huge house, I can already see the door to Daya's room is slightly open.
I open the door and see that Daya is getting dressed.

"Thank you for telling me you are coming home." I say sarcastically. She jumps slightly at the sound of my voice.

"You scared the hell out of me, Ria" she breathes heavily, holding her hand at her heart.

I roll my eyes.

"I didn't- I wasn't planning on coming." She coughs. "I have been busy."
"Busy to even respond to my texts and calls?" I ask, nodding. "Okay."

"Ria, I needed time. Away from everything." She looks like she is going to burst into tears in any moment. "After what happened, I had to- process it all."

What happened was, her best friend died and she watched her die in front of her eyes. Daya was a police officer and so was her best friend. They were catching a robber and her friend was shot and left for dead. Daya blamed herself for not being able to protect her best friend, even though it was in no way her fault, and even quit her job. Oh, and ran away from everything.

"I get it." I say. And I do get it. Running away from my problems is something I have a master's degree in.

"I missed you." She says. She then smiles as she opens her arms wide. "Come here, you bitch."

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Me and Daya spend half an hour together, catching up on everything- well almost everything- while she gets dressed.

We then both make our way downstairs. We look so different. Me, dark brown hair, bangs, and a red dress- which Sara decided I wear... or forced me to wear- that is tight, is backless and has a slit down one leg. Her, blonde hair, white dress full of glitter, it reaches down to her knee and it makes her look like a kind of princess... modern one.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs I notice that almost everyone has arrived since the huge house is filled with people.

I make my way to the backyard to get some fresh air, while Daya goes to greet the guests, her being the mother dearest and all that.

The backyard is quiet -well as quiet as it can be considering everything- and it makes me feel better immediately.

My phone dings and I open it to find a message from Kevin.

Kevin: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I am here for the food... and I need u to find me the food.

I laugh and begin to type- and bump into someone.

"Sorry." I say looking up at the person.

An old lady. She smiles at me, fake smiles of course. "Oh dear, it's okay."

I smile at her, and make my way to the chairs near the pool.

I begin to type my message to Kevin.

Me: sorry bby, had to get away from the noise and all that shit. The food though... is in the kitchen where it belongs... go steal it. I will be inside in a min.

"You do not fucking let her do that." A voice booms.

My head jerks to the source of the voice, and I notice I have made my way to the chairs while texting. A man is talking on the phone, while furiously walking. I can't see much, because this part of the yard is really dark.

"What the fuck do you mean by that? Put Lauren on the phone." he then waits before he continues. "I swear to god you are going to put me in my deathbed before I am even 30." He is pacing and he turns around, at where I am. "You do not draw penises on people's faces. No you do-"

I stand there awkwardly, now that he has noticed me it looks so weird, like I was eavesdropping. Which I wasn't.

I don't care about someone named Lauren, drawing a penis on someone's face... what is that even?!

It is dark in here but I can see that he is tall and well build.

He steps forward, still talking on the phone. "Lauren, give the phone to your mother, and for god's sake stop drawing penises on people's faces."

"Hi, I uhm- wasn't listening to your conve-" I stop mid-sentence, my eyes widening, because I can see his face clearly now and I recognize him.
His eyes. The eyes I have been thinking about since that day.

What the hell is he doing here?!

The guy. THE guy. The waiter. Well- the guy who I thought was the waiter.

▬▬▬▬ end of chapter 4 ▬▬▬▬

Author's note : This was so short and I seriously didn't want to end the chapter that way... but I'm literally in class right now posting this. So here ya go, wanted to post this chapter today in honor of getting 4 THOUSAND READS 😭😭.
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