Letting You Go Was The Hardest Thing

Letting You Go Was The Hardest Thing - Chapter Five

Letting You Go Was The Hardest Thing

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Chapter Five

Annoyance.

Three syllables, nine letters, one word, and yet, it held such intense definition.

Such word pertained to different things, yet, I could only pin point to one specific something or someone who was the exact definition of the word.

Caroline, my little sister.

Yes, she was the epitome of all things holier than thou. The woman knew her craft in the art of annoyance down to a tee, and as for me? I can only say this: can a woman take a break and sleep in complete silence?!

But I guess, it was too much to ask for, since Caroline was doing my bedroom door a number.

"Charlie!" she called out, banging incessantly on my bedroom door.

The sudden banging had me jolt upright, my vision groggy and disorientated. What on Earth was Caroline doing that she has to bang on my door that hard?

"What the hell?..." I murmured as I scratched my head furiously. I took a glance on the clock on my nightstand, and when I did, my eyes went wide as a flipping owl when I saw the time.

8:00 o'clock in the frickin' morning.

"Charlie!" she yelled out again. "Wake up! We have a lot of planning to do for the wedding!"

Okay, let me get this straight: my sister, the very person I gave my happiness so she could be happy had managed to manipulate my parents to miss my graduation, I just came home yesterday from Sunny California because - as mother said - it was imperative for me to come home because Caroline was getting married and right now,  she had the nerve to bang on my door, demanding for me to wake up so we could plan her damn wedding?

Did I get everything right or am I confusing myself?

Oh yeah, I forgot the part that she was going to be married to my ex best friend, Dalton.

Despite all this hurt, repressed feelings that I had felt towards everything, coming home was just giving me emotional roller coaster rides, and it's all thanks to that someone outside that door.

"Charlie!"

That's it! She needs to stop being so demanding and shut the hell up.

All traces of early morning disorientation had vanished and were replaced by pure unbridled anger. Caroline was just too insensitive and inconsiderate that some people needed more sleep, and all she ever thinks about is that stupid wedding of hers. If she wanted me to wake up, then I'd give her one.

Flipping the sheets off my body, I got out of my bed in my pyjama clad body and stormed towards my door. As I gripped the doorknob, I took one big breath, heaved it out and braced myself to screech the head off at Caroline.

Here goes nothing...

Turning the knob, I flung the door with great force and glared at the woman who looked like the younger version of our mother, holding her fist up, in an action to bang on my door again.

Blinking, Caroline let out a sigh of relief and dropped her hand to her sides. "Finally, you're--" Oh no, fat chance. I won't let her have the pleasure of talking any further if she thinks she can parade around here and roll us flat with a freaking bulldozer.