The Broken Mirror {COMPLETED}

I Put A Spell On You

This week, while uneventful, has felt like an eternity. My family is still here and except for trying to make sure Apollo felt loved, I have avoided them like the plague. I make small talk with my father when I need to, but my mother. She's truly the plague I am trying to avoid. Thankfully I have Gabrielle, who has kept me busy from them.

We go shopping, or more like we pick out clothes and I offer to pay for whatever she cannot afford. She has not asked how I can afford it, but I know the question is coming. I do not exactly broadcast that my father is wealthy. She stays over and we have been watching movies we love like Dirty Dancing. She knows I have a soft spot for Mean Girls. Lindsey Lohan, my fellow redhead. I just have not told Gabrielle why I love her just, yet, besides loving her movies.

I stand in front of the mirror that is on my vanity, to look at the romper I bought for her party. She is already dressed in a body con dress like the one I bought the other day, but hers is red. The music is blaring from my bedroom.

"Oh, girl! That outfit is fire," Gabrielle compliments me. I smirk and drop my hands to my knees and pop my butt to the music. She begins to laugh and gets up to join. "Look at that quarter black shining through."

"What is that supposed to mean? I couldn't do this if I wasn't?" I stick out my tongue and she laughs even louder. "Remember, a dancer since I was a toddler."

"Yes, I know, still think you should go back to pursuing it," Gabrielle tells me. I shrug my shoulders. "You went to a high school that trained you to classically sing and trained you to dance like a professional, you even had paid work, but you're just going to quit it?"

"Why does it matter? We are going to be late to your own party, let's go!" I said to distract her from her trying to push me back into dance. I cannot dance anymore or sing. It will not be the same. We both look at ourselves before we head to my bedroom door.

My stomach feels like it is a big bag full of nuts and bolts. I have not been to a party since my incident. My anxiety is running high, but I cannot tell them that. I must deal with this on my own. We run down the stairs and I try to run as fast as possible passed my family who is all around the television.

"Siren!" I hear my father yell. I stop in my tracks and take a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Yes, dad?" I asked him. He gets up from the couch to approach me.

"I thought you would join us for our last night here," he assumed. I shake my head no.

"No, I had this party planned before I knew you were coming," I give a face to him that pleads to drop it. I did not want them bringing up anything in front of Gabrielle.

"Is this party, wise?" My father asks me, and my eyes go wide and I try to nod my head towards Gabrielle. He looks at her and Gabrielle looks confused by his question. He shakes his head in defeat, knowing that in order to say what he wants, he must present the elephant in the room to her.

I grab her arm and we head outside to her car. I get in the passenger seat. I would not be back until the next day, because I chose to spend the night at her house. This would be my first time at their house. The one she shares with her brother Ethan and Xavier.

"Why was that so intense?" She asks me. I bite the corner of my upper lip, praying she does not press the issue.

"My family is well...intense," I turn up the music on the radio quickly to drown her out. "Oh! I love this song!" I did not want anymore invading questions, making my anxiety increase. As much time as we have spent this week, I still just met her. I do not even know if can trust her just yet. How do you tell someone that you just met that you are a recovering addict?