Pure of a Slice

Chapter 2: Pepper

I went back to the orphanage to see my dad in the waiting room. He's got his face in his hands , he looks so frustrated.

" Ehem, excuse me."

I guess I must've startled him from his position.

" Oh its just you." He said

" Yeah... Listen I thought , I mean I've put some thought into it." He looked at me curiously his eyes were filled with curiosity as I spoke.

" I'm coming with you. " I hesitantly said . He was about to open his mouth to say something --

" Shut up, let me talk. I'm going with you but, I won't consider your home as my home. I want to come, to know these ' children ', to know if Im not the only one .I can come back here anytime. In this orphanage, alright? Where I grew up." With that, I ran up to my room. I'm not taking any of my stuff with me. This is my home. The place where I can feel at home. I picked up my backpack shoved a pair of jeans and a shirt and ran downstairs to the waiting room.

" He's outside waiting for you." Ms Kelly said. One of the Old ladies who took care of the children here. She acted as a mother to me. She's the person who stood up as a parent to me.

"Goodbye Kelly. Don't go missing me at all. I wont be gone for long." I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door.

" You ready?" My dad asked. I gave him a nod and we left. He has a nice comfy car, I left the front passenger seat unoccupied since I didn't really want to sit to a guy I just knew.

10 minutes passed until a large house came to view . The house was plain white and you can tell it's really big just by the front yard.

" We're here. " I don't feel like making eye contact with him so I just gave him another nod.

I got out the car and took a deep breath before we entered the house.

" This is our home."

Jesus who the hell is our? Do I have a mother? Is he living with someone? A maid perhaps? 

I rolled my eyes at the fact that he said home . It doesn't sound right. It doesn't feel right.

The house itself was not only huge in the outside but also in the inside. Questions start to form in my head. The living room was painted in peach all the way to the dining room. The other rooms had a different set of colors as well.

" Let me show you to your room honey."

I followed his lead up the stairs and he led me to my room. It looks like as if they were prepared for my "home coming". My room was painted in sky blue just the way I like it , there were two large closets, a body mirror and a shelf. The only thing missing is my own bathroom. The thought of the word bathroom suddenly came to mind. I gotta squeeze.

" Where's the bathroom? "

" Oh, its down the hallway to the right or you can use the one downstairs just beside the kitchen."

" Down the hallway's fine. Thanks."

He gave me a big smile and I rejected it.

" Listen just because I said 'thanks' doesn't mean were friends alright?"

He then wiped the smile on his face.

Much better. We are strangers to each other and thats how I like it.

I walked down the hallway hoping I won't get lost in this house. I passed by three closed rooms turned right and there the bathroom was. Finally.

I opened the door and faced the mirror. God I look disgusting. Well fuck. I rolled up the sleeves of my sweatshirt to reveal the freshly cut wounds I made earlier. I turned the faucet and cool liquid started to touch my skin.

"Shit!" The water turned red

The thought of seeing the color of blood made me smirk.

" Hey wash your mouth! Don't swear!"

A man's voice filled the bathroom.

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