Perfect Proposal

15

"Mind your language, lady."

"Mom.. you can't.."

"Yes, I can and I will. Few companies have sent interview letters for you, in which I have applied on your behalf. You just want to dance all your life, right? No seriousness regarding your life. After me, what is gonna happen to you if you don't have a stable income. I am so worried."

"Mom, but...dance is my life, why can't you understand?" My knees fumbled giving in the pressure I had forced on them, trembling in the upcoming incidents, like facing an interview. Silly, right? Not so when you are in my place.

"Shut up. I have told your enough. Now obey me or.."

"Or you can get out of the house? I am good at guesses," Ken interfered with a thrill reeking his face.

"No, or she will be grounded and the dance classes will be permanently stopped." Mom declared the verdict, that's freaking life term sentence for me. I just stared at her, I was numb.

"Also, I got a call from the shop. I have an order to prepare. I have made the dinner and have kept in the fridge. Heat it and eat. I am going out," after uttering to the blank me, she strolled towards the gate after picking up her hand bag from the veranda.

"So, are you gonna tell the truth?" Ken said, after studying my appearance.

"Mm, Ken..It's..It's..Nothing." I was trying hard to keep a straight face, but I knew I was failing hard.

"Tell that to mom, not to me."

"I wanted to help Ez, so I created a drama..."

The moment I uttered, I saw the rage of blizzard rising in him, the kind of glower which possess him has begun to peep from his face.

"You and your Ez. Only you guys have a life? Huh?" He yelled, stomping his way back to home.

I followed him, silently.

I knew it. I ruined his date. I gulped hard. My chest was heavy and I failed to heave a sigh.

"Ken..Dear..I am sorry..I..Truly..Am.." I yelled behind him, pleading all the way but every thing was in vain.

"That was my one and only jacket, my pricely possession, and I lost my date because of you. See this cheap dress. That guard even didn't let me pass the gate because I wasn't posh enough for the club," Ken was fuming.

"And what about that Natalie, didn't you call her?" Natalie is his girlfriend, whom I hate to the core. She is just high class bitch who have trapped my brother.

"She..I tried to call her but it didn't reach," he shifted his glance away from me whilst slouching on the bed in his room.

"Or she might have seen you in this attire and might've..."

"Don't you dare talk about her..." He shouted.

I was blank. That was the first time he saying that to me..I wanted to cry. I already had physical pain but this one was much more than I could tolerate.

I ran to my room and closed the door. I could hear the foot steps approaching my room and the thuds made by him on my door. But I couldn't care less. I was in agony, mentally and physically.

"Go away from me. I hate you, I hate you so much," I yelled.

"Hel, I am sorry, please forgive me. I am so sorry, I was angry as I was humiliated in front of every one." Ken told.

"What?" Suddenly opening the door I asked, "what the hell did you just say?"

"Leave it. I am so sorry my Hel, I really am.."

"Just shove that words down your throat while I am gonna choke you till you spit the incident."

"The people there.. Everyone..Were highly rich. You know Nate invited me there, right? As I couldn't get the jacket and shirt, I wore an old one. So people there mocked me. That's all.."

"That's all?" Wiggling my eyebrows, I asked in doubt, "and what about the blood drop in your temple?"

"The..That..Nothing..It's just.."

"Freaking blood...." I said after grabbing a towel and rubbing the blood off his temple, there was a small scar visible.

"Willie was with her with whom I got into an argument. And we both had a fight."

"The hell! I should've been there."

"In this costume?" Stifling the giggle, he asked.

"I would've killed that bastard for touching my brother," I was raging. I couldn't stop thinking about it. He is my little brother and none has the right to even touch him.

"Obviously," he smirked.

"Don't you dare underestimate me." I retorted.

"For the fights we had, I don't underestimate you but you can't be with me always nah?"

"Yes I can and I will always stand with you." I replied patting his back. "I will come within five minutes.." I stood hurriedly after putting the jacket away along the beard and moustache.

"And you are going on a killing spree, right?"

"Yuck, nooo way, I just want to walk for a breath of fresh air," I replied as I actually was going to thrash that Willie guy.

"Says the girl who can't even stand properly on her feet, you are gonna fall from any second now. You look like you actually had come out of the battle of Plassey," he chortled, while gripping me back to the bed.

"Let me go, son of Satan.." I yelped with all the force left in my parched throat.

"Take some rest and prepare for tomorrow's interview. We will see him later. He's nothing for me infront of your future." He said whilst closing and locking the door in a span of few seconds.

"Don't try to break the lock or you will see the wrath of mom," laughing, he said from behind the door.

Idiot.

I hissed as anger was seething inside my mind. The more painful thing to digest is that I was the reason behind all these. I freaking am.

I wanted to fix but I always end up breaking, breaking trust, breaking heart, I sometimes question my own existence.

It's agonising to pass through all these. How much I try to fix all, they just remain or become broken.

It's not at all easy to be healed, to be happy, the taunting memories just don't fade. It's still there stinging and clawing it's way towards my heart, making it clench in pain.

I don't know when did I drift into sleep but I was waken up by huge thuds on my door. Shook in thoughts and blurred dreams I woke immediately, and a sudden realisation hit my nerves.

"Oh, fuck." I yelled.