We all have dark secrets that we would rather hide. Siren Alexander is no exception. She does not want people to know her sister is dead because of her. She is trying to keep her secrets buried but they want to crawl out and destroy the fresh start...
The story is not over. Gabrielle Sylvain has set the bar high for her life. What else should be expected by a Haitian and Dominican American? Dealing with her own issues with beauty and colorism, she has to also navigate her love life that gets quite colorful.
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They are loud. The walls are too thin in this house. I should be happy for them. They have been through so much together, but right now I want to sleep. In the rare instance, I get to sleep in my bed at a decent hour, and I have to hear these two, my best friends, Siren, and Xavier. At least it's not my brother anymore. That was unbearable.
I grab my pillow and bury my face into the mattress and cover my head with it. Drown out the sounds. It should stop soon. I can make it through this. Hopefully, I can get to sleep. We all have class in the morning. I groan, desperate to just tune them out.
I cannot help but be a little jealous. I don't even know when was the last time I was with a guy. It's been a couple of years since my last boyfriend. He was trifling. Cheated on me several times. Ethan and Xavier beat him up when they found out. That has been my history with guys. They are usually emotionally unavailable, cheaters, or just want one night stands.
I just feel like, maybe it's harder for girls like me. I am not a conventional beauty like Siren. She has thick beautiful red hair, she's tall, and shaped beautifully. Guys drool over her, and I don't get any of those things. My hair does what it wants. My mother laughs and says it wants to reach the Gods. I'm brown skin, not the preferred high yellow, much to my grandmother's disappointment.
Ethan was everything she wanted. He could pass for being white. I, on the other hand, is an Afro-Latina. There was no denying who I was. You would think that this was not important in 2019, but it is. It's important when you want guys to look at you. When your beauty is measured by the color of your skin I am either a fetish or completely ignored.
It's finally quiet. Thank God! My eyes begin to get heavy with fatigue. I welcome her like the god she is. My phone begins to ring and I shake my head in disbelief. NO ON WANTS ME TO SLEEP! I take a deep breath and look over at my phone. My annoyance disappears the moment I see who is calling.
