Twisted Strings [MONSTER EDITING - Read at your own risk]

Coincidence? I think not

''Why did you guys ignore each other?'' Oliver ignored me and I was trying not to hyperventilate. I was glad he didn't say anything, it would have made things weird. Wierder than they already were.

I didn't answer Elliot and instead pounded on the door, ''Mom! We are leaving if you don't open in next two minutes!'' I screamed.

''Are you sure we are on the right address? Maybe she moved away?''

''Elliot, are you sure you have an IQ of 186? There's a name plate here. Is it me or the color changed?''

''It's not bronze anymore.'' Elliot observed.

Ten seconds after my warning, we heard footsteps and the sound of lock opening, the door creaked open and I breathed in relief.

''I didn't know you guys were here already.'' Mom's voice was hoarse when she opened the door, revealing herself. Her dark brown hair was a mess and she didn't have any makeup on, which was crazy. Although not as crazy as the Oliver thing.

''Hello to you too.'' Elliot muttered.

''You were sleeping?'' I demanded. I followed her inside and dropped my duffel bag on the carpeted floor. Speaking of which, she had changed the carpeting of the whole lounge. Again. What would we see the next time? Her statue standing in the balcony?

''We've been standing outside for ten minutes. Ten!''

''Seven and the half.'' Elliot said and I threw him a glare.

''Sorry honey, I didn't sleep last night and-'' Mom was saying as she dropped down on a fancy red couch that too wasn't there the last time we visited, and rubbed her temples like we had invited ourselves to her house and she wasn't the one who basically forced us to come.

''Were you drinking!?'' I shrieked, staring at two bottles of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. ''You decided to drink the night before we were coming? I thought we had enough of this last time!''

She gave me a tired look, raking her long fingers through her hair. ''I'm sorry you guys had to wait. It won't happen again.''

I scoffed, ''The least you could have done was to welcome us properly. You didn't even said hi.''

''Hi Violet.''

''I'm not joking!'' I cried in frustration. Two minutes inside and I wanted to rip my hair out of my skull.

Mom heaved a sigh, ''I was having a meeting with one of the producers and we got a little ... carried away.''

''Mom!'' I shouted. The day sucked already.

''Look, I don't need you to lecture me on drinking habits, the first thing in the morning-''

''Its two in the afternoon.'' Elliot muttered but we both ignored him and Mom continued.

''- you can go to your room and freshen up or something. Then we can go for lunch at The Barrows.'' With that, she got up and gave both of us a kiss on a cheek before walking back to her bed room.

Once she was gone inside, I threw my hands up in the air and grabbed my bag, heading to my room to 'freshen up'.

My room wasn't technically mine. It was a guest room, it had light yellow walls, a huge king-sized bed with white sheets, a mirror at one corner and a cupboard on another. The room had fancy furniture, the bed itself probably cost more than the rent we paid for Dad's café. But it wasn't home, it was empty and cold and felt like a jail cell for the rich.

God, it hadn't been more than two hours and I missed Dad already.

I set my duffel bag on the bed and threw open the closet to put in my clothes, only to realize that it wasn't completely empty. It seemed like a man had stayed in this room for some time and hadn't picked two of his suits.