LIED PROMISES

21 - Sweet

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❝ When you doubt my love, look into my eyes;
For they're true, in a world full of lies. ❞

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EMMA

We had lunch as usual, only this time it was in the classroom where not many people were present, and the ones who were, had already decided that we were dating, as far as I knew.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked him.

"Older sister, she's married," he replied, smiling, and went on, "they're this happy couple, who are blessed with the cutest baby girl, I love them all," he told me as he took a large bite from the ham.

"Oh, tell me more about your family," I requested, why, I had to know what a family was like. Mine was mostly, "Emma, you idiot! Why haven't you washed the dishes yet," or, "Mom, Emma doesn't help me out with my homework," or, "I won't give you any money young lady, god knows who you spend it with."

Ah, I was so attuned to these dialogues, that if I went without them for a week I'd declare my family to be unwell.

"Well, I'm the closest to dad, he's like my best friend," he started off, chewing big pieces of the burger and veggies, which showed me he wasn't acquainted to table manners, and continued, "we watch movies together, go shopping, and we do a lot of stuff, you see. My niece is the cutest of all, although. She grabs my finger with her entire fist, and it makes me fall in love with her over and over again," he smiled, as he rose his eyes to look at a sad Em.

I replied nothing, when he tried to ask me, "what about your family?"

I didn't know what to say, so I started off with, "well, mom and dad have separate businesses, and my sister is in high school. I prepare the breakfast and lunch everyday except on Sundays, when we all are supposed to gather for dinner in some lavish restaurant," I broke off, and took a deep breath, before finding a piece of tomato that he'd thrown out of the ham.

"So, y'all dine out every Sunday, eh?"

"Yeah, pretty much redundant, but there's no other way I can get a holiday from doing the dishes," I grinned.

His face looked amused, and an exclamation fell off his lips, "you do the dishes?"

"Who else would?"

"Anybody, like, don't you get tired after reaching home, after like twelve hours?"

"Mom gets tired, not me, or maybe, I don't care about being tired, I just know that I have to do my work," I said.

"Else?"

I never knew one word was enough to bring back one thousand memories; bad, bad memories.

I found myself teleported to the time when I had gone to sleep by mistake, without doing the dishes, because I was sick with fever, and the paracetamol had it.

"Emma you little hoe - "

Splash! The cold water was all over me.

"Can't Julie do it for one time? I'm sick, please - "

"Oh, now you're starting to make excuses, huh? Get off the bed right now, Julie isn't pathetic like you, she doesn't have to do the dishes, do you understand?"

I always wanted to know why I was pathetic. Why, I deserved to at least know what wrong I had done in my life. I used to look at the scars all over my body, thrusted upon me with the most merciless hands that could ever exist, because the heavens know I'd never done bad, and I could never find a reason behind my parents being so different with me.