Chasing Fallen

Chapter 23

I woke up feeling groggy and I had something akin to a headache going on.

It was a Sunday morning and I'd decided to spend it at home. I didn't want to risk seeing Easy at camp yet even though I would be posing as Cameron.

I woke up relatively early because mom had this absurd notion that women were supposed to be first to wake up in a household in order to prepare food and clean the house.

I stuffed my face into my pillow and groaned.

Perhaps if I sleep a little longer she'd forget I'm here and think that I went back to the 'summer camp.'

"Camille!" I heard her yell.

For the love of-

Why did she come back!

I sighed as I dragged my achy limbs out of bed, cursing when Easy's face made its way into head. I'd dreamt about him, I didn't need him plaguing my mind while I was awake too.

"C'ming mamá!" I yelled.

I put on my morning shoes and dressing gown and walked to the kitchen.

"Good, you're awake. I'll need you to help me make dinner this afternoon. Now, don't just stand there, breakfast isn't going to make itself."

You could always go back to camp, Cam.

Nah, I can handle her for a little while.

I checked what she was making. Pancakes. In one of the food containers there was bacon and samosas. I guess she was in a good mood today, considering everything she'd just made so far had nothing to do with Italian or Hispanic origin in specific.

"Chop, chop! Make the eggs!"

Sighing, I grabbed a pan from the cupboard and went to work.

By the time dad and the twins were up, we were done with a meal that could put a five star hotel to shame.

When we were now seated at the dining room table, I decided to release a bomb I'd regret dropping.

"At age seven, I could do all housework duties and chores, so how come Tyrell and Tyrone still don't know how to carry a broom?"

The silence after that was so thick that I had difficulties breathing.

Mom turned to glare at me and dad all but froze at the murderous look she had.

Tyrone decided to speak up, "Duh, we're guys. That's your job to do. That's the whole point why you're here." Tyrell agreed with him as he shoveled another pancake into his mouth.

Blood curdled in my veins, from the intense horrific fear that this is what we'd came to. I wanted to be angry at them but it was none other than my mothers fault that they viewed the world like this.

I took her form in. She was an educated housewife with a degree in medicine of all things, yet she did nothing with it. Why slave at school just so you could slave at home for no money at all?

"Well, what your brother said, yes. But put in a less diplomatic way however." She brushed it off.

"Madre, how do you except these uncultured boys to take care of themselves when they go to college?"

"They will be staying here while they go to Stanford," she said offhandedly. "Then they will marry and they will live their feliz para seimpre."

"Padr-dad! You can't possibly be onboard with this?" I gave him a look of disbelief. "I'm not trying to imply anything but you can't possibly afford to pay two twin boys' tuition to an Ivy League university."