Really Random.

When The Secrets Meet The Alphas

I glanced back at the building I call school.  Students were leaving and I looked ahead of me and continued walking my way home.  I took a second to groan. I really didn’t want to be home, but I was glad that the school day has finally ended. I dragged myself the whole way home through the freezing late fall weather.  It was early December, and all the warmth was beginning to abscond. It was the last day of school and winter break was beginning.

Opening the front door to the familiar atmosphere of the place I loathed being, I was greeted by probably the most wretched noise known to man.  I cringed and dropped my bag on the floor, slipping my converse off.  My mother made an attempt to run over to me in her six inch heels.  Her shiny and smooth chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun. So tight, it seemed like it hurt.  Her forced smile for me left a question lingering in my mind.  I hated my mother with a burning passion. And she never smiled at me, so obviously something was up.

“Oh.  You’re home. I have some news to tell you.”  I followed her slowly into the kitchen and glanced at the numerous roses and flower vases crowding the counter.

I arched an eyebrow.  Something was up. 

“Listen. I don’t know how I should say this but… I’M GETTING MARIED!“  This announcement blew me to the sky. It hit me hard. She was burning with excitement and her smile was too large for her face.  She looked like a Jack-O-Lantern! 

“I’M GETTING MARRIED!!!”  She felt the need to repeat, yet though she seemed to be so ecstatic about her new marriage, she barely held the excitement. She had a hint of evil, I could tell in her eyes.

“G-good for you.  I need some time to think.”  The steadiness of my voice surprised me and I slowly turned around, making my way upstairs to my room very slowly and cautiously.  I slowly shut the door behind me and slid down against it, pulling my knees up to my chest.  There was only one thing I could think about right now. 

My father.  My real father.  He hasn’t crossed my mind in a long time.  Not ever since… That day,  The day the crash happened.

I shut my eyes and let that unfortunate day replay in my head.

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My dad and I were on our way home from the beach.  It‘s where we would always visit.  And there was a secret place we would always go and talk.  Just My dad and I.  It was our spot.. Almost as if it were made for us. We looked beyond any imperfections, because well, there really wasn’t many. It’s the one place that brought peace to our minds. It was a beautiful section of the beach. Not many people stayed around there. Why? I wasn’t too sure.

It was sectioned off, on the other side of the rocks of this beach.

" Seriously Dad.  You’re smoking in the car?  You never stop smoking!  20 years for gods sake!“ I glanced up at my fathers, wrinkled, and worried face. The very little thin hair he had stuck to his scalp, and his chapped lips pulled into a tight line. He was a confirmed smoker.  Completing a single pack daily. It disgusted me.

" Bliss, please.  I want you to understand that this is a drug. I can’t stop that easily.  I‘m Sorry.”  His reply was quick and so plain. It was the same response every time. I shook my head in mere disappointment.

“You don’t even try..” I muttered under my breath, but I assumed he had heard me because he glanced at me for a moment.  I simply kept my gaze out the window, trying to see through this storm.

The wind from the open window blew the cigarette from my fathers hands towards my direction,. Creating a landing in my lap.  I picked it up and threw it out the window in a violent movement and dusted off my jeans. I was enraged. But I decided not to say anything.  I had been known to be the one to always speak out. But things have changed, and I like to hide things.