No Disguised Mask

Chapter Two

"Good morning, Annaiese!" My mother yells from downstairs. "Breakfast will be ready shortly and make sure to not eat like a bird." She added.

I tend to eat a lot sometimes or a little. One minute I'm full too quick and the next I need more to eat.

My dad doesn't take me out to eat because he thinks I'm wasting his money. I mean what does a girl wants seems like what he's trying to figure out. Rule one: don't create a migraine.

Still lingering in my bed with one leg hanging while the other is stretched. My arms are across the bed while lying on my stomach. My face is buried in the crook of my huge teddy's neck which he doesn't mind. Letting a few more minutes roll by before I was actually got up to get ready for today.

All the stretching, scratching my scalp with the little nails that I have left, and pulling my shirt down. I'm in a situation where I have clothes to wear when I don't have clothes to wear. Sure enough if you women have the exact problem then you know where I'm coming from. Having a ton of clothes and still choose the same old bunch to choose out of. Laundry is not my best friend.

Walked to my closet to pick out a reversible long sweater dress with knee high laced up boots and a dark brown cardigan. I rushed in the bathroom to get this day started. I was eager to go to this cabin I saw last night and I pray that it's as beautiful as on the pictures. I hope it's not too good to be true.

Brushing my teeth and washing my face is always a first. I cannot take a steamy shower and I'm in need to sigh a relief but my breathe is not one of a kind.

Setting the shower as I wait for it to warm up I begin to strip out of my clothes then hop in. Letting the water run against my skin I can feel the steam engulfing my body. It felt relaxing. Turning around letting the water hit my back to make sure my skin is moist then I begin to wash thoroughly.

After a few minutes of washing I hopped out to dry my skin then went to finish up whatever needed to be done.

"I'll be down in ten minutes!" I yelled down to her.
Putting my slouchy beanie on and my cardigan I had to make sure my face was moisturized with olive oil. Dealing with dry skin is not easy sometimes.

"Cell phone, check. Glasses, check. Purse, check. Stainless steel cup, check." Talking things out to make sure of myself I'm not leaving a thing. Jogging downstairs on my way to the kitchen I see my parents.

My dad looks at me then my mom fixing my plate. I knew he wanted me to fix him a cup of coffee but not this morning I'm not. "Good sir, you have been provided two legs, arms, hands, and whatever else." I told him. "Put them to good use." He looks at me again and says "You can't fix me one cup of coffee? You're already standing there." Not today, dad. I thought.

"You better call Tyrone." I voiced. Knowing my dad he huffed and ignored me. I thanked my mom for my food and I prayed before I dug in. She even fixed my coffee for me. "Thank you, mom. Breakfast is banging." She giggled and kissed my forehead.

"Iese, sweetie. Do you mind making a few runs for me today. I know you have things to do but whenever you're finished then you can make these errands in town." I told her I don't mind. It was on my way going out so I made those stops for her first and told my dad to meet me somewhere to give mom her things. I needed gas and didn't want to run out.

A gas station wasn't that far away from where I was. Hearing the gas light go off, I pulled in to pump gas. Dealing with a truck takes a lot of gas. After using my credit card I waited until I heard it clicked.

Placing the pump back another vehicle pulled up. I managed to step on the running board to hop in but a guy stepped out of his vehicle checking out my truck. "Excuse me!" He yelled. "That is one of a beauty may I add." I had to step back down and obviously I wanted to check out his vehicle and preferably his butt. That's if he turns around.

"Ahh, yes. This truck is quite my favorite." Finding myself smiling at it. "This bad boy isn't going anywhere." I explained. Putting the hint out that it's not for sell. He walks over running his index finger along sideways of it. "I can at least say you have an eye catcher on your hands. Around a few hundred thousands you've spent. Done a great job."

I can see that smirk he planted on his face. He wants me to sell it. He wants to write a check. No, no, no, no. Not gonna happen.

"I can write you a check." Sounding too confident for my liking. "Doubling the amount you've put into it, you can't go wrong." I can't go wrong by not accepting it but he's going wrong thinking I'm giving my baby up, pft. "Even if your bank account can cash out a million I'm not giving this up." Ha, he's a lazy one. "If you can write a check this easily then you can buy one off the lot and hook it up the way you want. Don't be lazy. If there's not anything else you need then I need to keep it moving. It's getting dark."

Stepping on the side board again I didn't want to be rude to the fella. "Oh, and good afternoon. Nice talking business with ya!" I yelled out my window.

This is going to be a long day.