I stepped into my room and dropped on the bed, exhausted. I threw my bag onto a chair and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. My head was spinning.
The entire house, however seemed to bustling with movement. Somebody peeked at my door and I raised my head.
It was one of our helpers, Annie.
"Can I come in?",she asked and smiled politely.
"Yeah.",I said, leaning on my elbows. Annie was a nice person but sometimes she got annoying. She was too cheerful for me.
"Your father has invited a few guests over. He sent me to make sure you're all dressed up and ready.",she said but I could sense nervousness in her voice.
I immediately understood who was going to come.
"The Southside's coming?",I asked.Annie bit her lip nervously and nodded. She couldn't be more than a few years older than me.
I rolled my eyes and got up.
"Dad wants me to dress up? What is this? 1950?""Don't kill the messenger.",Annie squeaked.
She was getting kind of annoying and normally, I am a nice person. I am never rude to staff but she was getting on my nerves. I wasn't even mad at her, I was mad at Dad but I had to direct my anger somewhere.
"Whatever, Annie. Get out I can do it myself.",I said rudely and slammed the door on her face when she walked out.
I clutched my head and pulled at the roots of my hair frustratedly. Why was the Southside here? I mean, maybe I knew why but so early? Just the thought of it made me want to punch myself and everyone in this house.
Maybe Marcus was right. I was just standing by and letting somebody else control my life.
But now I quite literally couldn't do anything. I punched the wall frustratedly. My knuckles burned and I felt blood but I couldn't care less. It felt good. The plaster on the wall was a bit cracked.
I heard faint knocking on the door. I opened it with a grunt and saw Annie again. She looked scared. I let out a sigh.
"What is it?",I asked.She was holding a huge cover.
"Y-Your father asked me to give this to you for you to wear at tonight's dinner.",she said. She quickly handed it to me and walked away.I rolled my eyes and stepped back into my room before shutting the door. I could feel frustration seep through my veins again.
These past few days, I kept myself going by thinking this deal of dad's was in an unspecified future; that I could go about with my normal life at least until this school year ended.
But now that they were actually coming; there were real people involved, my imaginary bubble was burst.
I opened the cover to reveal a white dress. I caught the hanger and pulled it out of the cover. It smelled like lavender. It was full sleeved but I was sure it would show a fair amount of cleavage. I cringed at the thought. My eyes ran to the bottom. The dress ended right below the knee.
I hated these kind of dresses. They were always too body hugging for my liking.
But I knew dad would be mad if I showed up in sweatpants. I quickly laid it out on my bed before any of the blood from my hand could ruin the dress.
I took a nice, hot bath, taking my time. I didn't care if I was late. I stepped out of the shower and combed my wet hair, letting it falling on my back. I quickly cleaned up my knuckles and wrapped a bandage around them.
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Game Of Sins
RomanceHe just stood there. His dark, piercing eyes relayed no signs of any emotion. He ran his hand through his wet, dark hair. He put his hand in his pocket and leaned back against the wall, as if waiting for me to continue. "This is wrong. Plain wrong...