"So.....tired...." I said, slowly walking to my bed and slowly laying in it.
I had just gotten home from school.... It's only half of the first semester. I already can't wait for summer.. This school year needs to go by fast.
I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard my name being called.
My father. And he used my actual name. Kinda strange since he always calls my Alex.
"Dad, it's Alex, remember?" I yelled.
"Whatever, just get down here! I have a surprise for you!"
A surprise? My curiostiy perks up, but my laziness won't go away. I groaned into my pillow as I got up. I was just about to open my door when I realised I had forgotten to take off my Converse.. I bent down, untied my shoes, took them off, and sat them next to my door. I opened the door and walked out of my door, shutting the door quietly behind me. I started walking down the stairs, when I heard a faint voice say something.
"What will she think?"
It was a woman's voicem whom I believed was Cindy. Cindy was a woman that my dad, surprisingly, was quite fond with. I don't see how he could like her or even stand to look at her. She's an abomination..
When I got to the bottom steps, dad and Cindy were standing in frront of me in the living room. I looked at Cindy. "Hello," I said to her, then I looked at my father, "Well... What's the surprise?"
He just looked at me, like I would figure out the surprise. I folded my arms and started to think. Cindy was next to my father. I looked at her. She had long, bleach blonde hair, bright green eyes, long legs, big fake breasts, had an obvious fake orange tan, had makeup caked on her face, and waswearing a pink dress that was too tight for her. I like to call Cindy, Barbie. It suits her.
Then I looked back at my dad. He had short, messy black hair that looked like he had just woken up, was about the same height as Cindy, had somewhat muscles, had bright blue eyes, and had a five o' clock shadow going on. I really didn't think of my dad as Cindy's Ken, because Ken doesn't suit him... He was the real deal. I laughed mentally at the thought of dad being Ken.
I snapped out of my thoughts when something caught my attention. Something shiny.... I looked back at Cindy, who was still smiling at me. My attention went straight to the source of the shiny thing. The source was on Cindy's hand. And on her ring finger, there was a ring. An engagement ring. It had a silver band, and a big princess cut diamon on it, while the diamond was surronded with blue small diamonds. I looked at dad, who was smiling, knowing I knew what the surprise was. Tears started to form in my eyes. But I refused to let them see me cry.
My dads smile started to fade, and before he could say anything, I ran back up the stairs, up to my room. I stopped at my door, hearing what they were saying.
"I told you she wouldn't take it well.." I heard Cindy say.
"I know... But I had to tell her sooner or later.. She has to accept the fact that I'm in love with you.." my father said.
I shut my eyes for a second, then opened them back up. I opened my door, walked into my room, and shut the door gently.
I walked over to my closet and grabbed a box that was on the top shelf. I walked over to my bed, sat the box down, and lifted the top off the box. This was the box that I kept all of the momories of my mother. I grabbed a picture out of it. It was my favorite picture of her. It was my first day of school. Me and my mother were outside, and the sun was out and bright. My mother had dressed me in a yellow sun dress with blue strap on shoes. Back then, I was innocent and oblivious of the troubled world. My midnight black hair was quite long and flowed down my shoulders and back. My purple eyes looked like as if they were glowing. My skin radiated against the sun. My mother was in a purple tank top with a small black leather jacket over it, with blue skinny jeans. My mom's hair was a dark auburn color, moving with the slight breeze. Her skin was pale, but it looked beautiful, flawless. Her eyes were mismatched. Her right eye was red, and her left eye was pruple. I had always liked that about my mother. It was unique. And knowing that I had one of the same eye color made me feel still connected with her.. I still remembered the day like it was yesterday..
I was only in 3rd grade. I was outside playing with some friends. We were all playing tag. Everyone all stopped when we heard sirens. I turned around, facing the street, and saw and ambulance speeding down the road. I was staring at the ambulance, wondering who was in it and what had happened. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw my father running down the street towards me. He knelt down in front of me and looked at me. He had tears in his eyes. I had fear in mine. My heart sped up, faster and faster it went.
"Daddy? Where's mommy?" I asked him.
He just looked at me. Then he started bursting out in tears. I hugged him tightly with all the strength I had in my tiny body. Tears started to fall down my cheeks. I felt my father pick me up and walk towards our house. I looked at my friends. They all just stared. And at that moment, I hated them. Enveyed them. And was jealous that they had both parents.
When we got home, my father had told me that my mother had left us to go to the big blue sky above. I had only discovered what actually happened when I overheard my other family members at her funeral. She was stabbed. My father was at work, so no one knew it ever happened. When he got home, he found her on the floor in their room, with a knife in her heart.
That night, I walked in their room. Dad was in the kitchen, drinking away his sorrows. I sat on their bed, tears filling my eyes, blurring my vision. I looked at their nightstand. On it, there was my mothers favorite necklace. It had a silver chain, with a silver heart locket. I opened the locket, and on the inside, it was a picture of me, my father, and her. I started crying, wiping my cheeks again and again. That's when I noticed there was a note on the nightstand. I grabbed it and it read this:
I am hoping you'd find this and read this.
Your mother has done something terrible, and what had happened was led because of her actions. But don't fear. And make sure you are protected. You are very special. And a lot of people would be after if they found out what you are.
After I had stopped crying, I had settled down and my father told me to sleep. But I cried all night long. Eventually, I had fallen asleep.
Back in the present, I felt tears falling down my cheeks. I wiped my tears away, and ooked back at the picture. I set the picture back in the box, and grabbed a epice of paper out of it. It was the note I had found that night. I unfolded it and read it a few times. I never understood it. And I don't know a Spencer..