Complicated

Chapter 2

"FAITH I SWEAR TO GOD WAKE THE FUCK UP"

Was all I heard before a bucket of water was splashed all over my sleeping body.

The wetness jolted me awake and I looked around in horror, only to meet the eyes Satan herself, Chyler Devin.

She stood in front of me with a typical mom pose and the bucket resting on her left hip. Her face had that "I ain't fooling around, get up or get smacked" look

I looked up at her with the same amount of authority

Two seconds had only passed and I questioned my life choices immediately

Her right eyebrow raised and I looked down promptly. I have awakened the devil.

"You have 20 seconds to get up from bed, I've been calling you for the past hour and finally had to come here to see if you were dead or not" She said in one breath and sat the bucket down

I removed my wet bangs from my head and searched for my phone, completely twisting and turning and doing an entire gymnastics routine around my bed - also kicking Paris by accident on the chin - I found it and looked at the time

6:47 am

"What the frick frack fuck Paris?" I deadpanned

She faced me challengingly "what?"

I stared at her with a "Cuz baby now we got bad blood" look

"I don't have to be at my office until 8, it's a fucking 10 minute ride from here and I don't take that long to get ready why the hell am I awake at 6:47 Am?"

She looked at me with her lips pursed "Sweetie, you didn't think I was gonna let you start the new chapter in your life looking like Kate Libby"

I pouted "What's wrong with Kate Libby?"

She sighed "NOTHING! Which is the point, nothing is wrong with you either you just need to get your lazy ass up and treat yourself right for once"

I fell back to my bed and rubbed my eyes, dont get me wrong there was a time I loved dressing up. I was a real girly girl and I still am it's just, I've lost all respect for myself to think anyone would like me with me all dolled up, especially when I can't like myself. So I just stopped trying

She looked at me and then stood up, "Alrightly miss Ainsley, I went shopping the other day for you and I have some clothes downstairs, their all yours but you need to choose which one your wearing today"

I rolled over and made a weird inhumane noise making Chyler flinch. She rolled her eyes and dragged me by my feet finally getting me out of bed.

Jokes on her, I can sleep anywhere.

I rolled on to my stomach on the ground, the carpet was burning against my skin but I was too stubborn to care.

What I didn't expect was that she would THROW ANOTHER BUCKET OF WATER AT ME

"WHAT THE HELL CHYLER? YOUR GONNA MAKE A FLOOD IN MY ROOM"

I jolted up and onto my feet, traumatised by what just happened, there she stood, with another mom pose and the bucket she held in her left hand behind her shoulder.

Oh how I wanted to wipe that smug smile off of her face right now

"Did you really think I would only bring ONE bucket of water? I've been waking you up like this since the seventh grade"

It's true, she has been waking me up since the seventh grade and finds new ways EVERY TIME

*Flashbacks*

- May 23rd 2007

My 14 year old self was snoring away in a peaceful slumber.

There he was, my soulmate

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE

I was at his concert, he was singing and stopped as soon as his eyes met mine, he walked towards me slowly and held out a hand, as soon as I put my hand in his-

Chyler snatched the pillow underneath my head and in milliseconds used it to hit me approximately 15 times, yes I counted the pain

*Flashback ends*

"ENOUGH! YOU'RE GONNA COME WITH ME DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW, ITS 7 AM AND I WONT TOLERATE ANOTHER DELAY"

I gave in to her drama and raised my hands in surrender. "Fine, let's see what you got for me"

We swaggered downstairs and I was hit in the face by three Chanel bags.

"OWW! Cherish!" I yelled with my hands covering my cheek where she hit.

My mom looked up from her newspaper with zero expression, saw no sign of blood and then looked down back again

Overcoming the pain I felt for the third time this morning, my attention was then completely on the three Chanel bags that were once the weapon used to injur me

"Chyler.. what the heck is this?"

Chyler came and stood beside me with her hands crossed and a lovely satisfied smile on her face

"Oh these are the clothes I was telling you about, they're all yours but you need to pick one for today"

I looked at her and then back at the bags, then back at her and then again at the bags

"Chyler, when you said you bought me clothes I thought you meant from Forever 21 or something, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO REPAY YOU FOR THESE"

Mom, without looking up from her newspaper "Language sweetie"

"Sorry mom, CHYLER WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN?"

She sighed, "Look Faith, like I said this is a new chapter in your life, and you need something to motivate you, so why not a new outfit?"

I was still shocked and confused, "Y-yeah that's okay but why from Chanel, it's gonna take forever for me to pay you ba-"

"Then don't" she cut me off "It's a gift, you've done so much for me faith, you deserve to be happy too"

"Getting new outfits from my best friends money wont make me happy"

"They are a gift, and don't lie to yourself, you love shopping and clothes your just to stubborn to admit it. Just take the damn present AND GET READY YOU ARE LATE"

She then reached for her bag on the sofa, hugged my mom and kissed Cherish's cheek and turned back to me

"Loving yourself isn't a sin Faith" she said with a loving expression, I was so confused I couldn't muster any emotion at all, that was when she hugged me and I loosened up

I looked at the bags across her shoulder and smiled to myself, maybe I do deserve to treat myself right for once

We finally let go of the hug, she bid her goodbyes and I was left to now choose my outfit and get ready..

... For the new chapter in my life.