Him

Chapter 3

Cheryl's POV

'Why would you want such a dark room? Don't you want to change the color of the sheets at least' I walk in my sister's bedroom and sit on her bed. Her room is dark, covered in charcoal curtains and linens. The only bright thing in here is the white closet and tiles. Vanessa's room is neat and clean. She also has a mirror opposite her bed and a dressing table for when she does her makeup.

'You know how I feel about bright colours' Vanessa says wrapping her body in a towel getting ready for a shower.

'Mom does not know about these curtains though. I know for sure, that the second she sees them she is going to take them off' she says.

'I would too' I reply and we laugh. I sit quietly and look at the portrait Vanessa already put of herself just above the bed headboard.

'Do you like him?' she shoots a question. I know who she is talking about but I decide to act puzzled.

'Who?' I ask and she rolls her eyes and turns to face me.

'Don't act all stupid on me. I know you, you my sister. Now tell me' she insists.

'No. You know I don't believe in love at first sights and I don't even know the guy' I reply, repositioning my falling glasses.

'I never said you loved him' she says and smirks.

'I mean he is cute and all but that would be just being careless of my emotions and heart' I say and she looks suspiciously at me, still having that grin on her face.

'Okay Cheryl. If you say so. Come join me in the shower, it will be just like the old times' she says and I jump to it.

Vanessa always acts strict towards people but if they knew the person she is when with me, they will be surprised. She feels the need to be tough and  protective over her family from danger, torture and tears we have been through and from that man we call our father. It hurts to not even receive a text from him asking about our whereabouts to show that he at least cares and misses us.

No Cheryl, don't think about that now. Just relax and think of something else.

Like Wesley, my subconscious says. I ignore her snarky comment and push her back.

I can't be thinking about Wesley. He didn't even say anything on our way  here nor glance a single bit at me like I was doing at him. When he asked if I where glasses, he seemed somewhat disgusted and when they left, he didn't reply when I said goodbye.

He instead looked down at his finger nails and didn't even utter a word. He never even looked at me a single bit when he left. I don't even recall him saying sorry for bumping me with his bicycle. He didn't even smile, just a harmless smile! The guy is clearly not interested in me, the fact doesn't even need a ruler, it is straight. Thinking about him would be just wasting my time and energy.

My sister turns the water in the shower on and I join her.

'Can I wash your hair?' I ask her. She smiles and hands me the shampoo. She sits on the tiny bench in the shower while the water is pouring on us.