The Weinstein family sit at their dinner table in an awkward silence. You can tell that there is a little bit of tension which makes it even more awkward.
"I read the book you wrote on Wattpad." Raye's mother says, finally breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I know it sucked." Raye said taking another bite of mash potatoes.
"Umm, try very, inappropriate! You talked about sex at least five times, and even included sex scenes!"
"Okay, but c'mon I was just trying to make it seem more realistic."
"Ohh and those swear words?"
"Really? That's obvious mom! Basically everyone swears."
"That is true.. but you really shouldn't have written illusions. You're my daughter, I have to worry like this. I mean, you really shouldn't have done that."
"I'm sorry... I knew that is wasn't good... but I kept getting more reads and I felt like I did a pretty good job on it."
Her mother sighs. "Okay, you can keeps he book up. But your next book can't be anything like this."
"Okay." Raye says.
After a minute or two Raye gets up and throws her left over food in the trash and rinses her plate off in the sink. Once she's done, she disappears into her room.
Her mother stands in a corner, of the kitchen waiting for her cup of coffee. Once it's down she pours some creamer inside it and walks outside.
"Why did I have to get a weirdo loner chick as a sister and a smoker as a mother?" Anne - Raye's sister - asks herself.
Lastly she gets up. Mimicking the other girls, she puts her dish in the sink. She walks into her room and sits on her bed. Her eyes slowly fill up with water and she breaths deeply.
"I just wish... I just wish that someone will notice that everything is not okay in this house. That everyone living here is distant and always separating themselves. People need to say something if they notice. Not just pretend they don't see anything so that we won't become their problem." She rolls her eyes. "I'm probably not even making sense."
Almost at the same moment, Raye and Anne turn their bedroom lights off and crawl in their beds.
"She didn't even say if she liked my book, illusions or not." Raye whispered to herself, "Whatever." She said with an eye roll.
Both girls stare at their ceiling and wonder whether or not they'll make it out to the real world.
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illusions
Short StoryLove... We think it's supposed to be this beautiful, extravagant thing. With only a few flaws, or bumps in the road. But that's a false idea. You see, no one thinks of how the love can turn on you. Make the world look like a scary and horrifying pla...
