I blamed you for things that weren't your fault. You were the only one there for me. You were the only one there. You were the only one. They didn't care, but you did. And I could never thank you enough...
x
I arrive home around six, as soon as I step through the front door Chaika messages me.
Hey S, party tonight at Marcus's. Come if you were invited. Wear something sexy ;)
C x
I can't be bothered to correct her grammar, so I just tell her I'll be there at ten. I don't really feel like going but I'm hoping to see the boy with crystals in his eyes. I would gladly let his cheekbones slice my heart into pieces... OK now I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I sigh and walk into my closet. I pick out a blue, short, skin tight dress with black sequinned flowers that roam the sides and curves of the dress, then I pick up a pair of plain, black heels and place everything on my bed.
"Sunny can you come down please!" My mother calls. I ignore her calls and pick up my Physics text book. The numerous, repetitive 'Sunny!''s , in the same tone of voice might I add, was starting to get on my nerves. Sighing, I stand up and go down stairs. The third step from the top, creaks under my weight.
There's a thin layer of dust on the pictures that hang in the corridor and I run my fingers along it. I remember each and every one. I smile slightly before remembering what she did.
"What do you want I'm tying to work!" Walking into the kitchen I stop dead in my tracks.
"Sunny, this is my new boyfriend." I stare at the man in front of me. As she rambles on about him, I take in his appearance. He has ebony eyes and salt and pepper hair. I hated him already. She wants me to have a 'father figure'. My mother already drove my father away. She would pester him and scream at him constantly. Although it was almost over a decade ago, the memory remains fresh in my mind. I remember it like it was yesterday. All those years of deadly rows and the fiery rage. Each and everyone of us got burnt.
My mother anxiously runs a hand through her blonde hair.
I didn't take after my mother much. I have inky black hair that falls in delicate waves cascading down my back. My mother has golden blonde hair like the sun. I have a golden tan complexion whereas she has a pale tone, much like chalk. The only thing I inherited from her were my eyes. An amethyst colour mixed with a vibrant green, flecks of gold are wildly visible and assorted into an ocean, turquoise blue. The colour changed depending on my mood, so it was hard to designate it to one simple word.
The tension in the air was so thick, it could have been sliced with a butter knife. I stayed calm but I could feel their stares boring into me. The man's was curious and weary. My mother's was anxious. She was just waiting for me to blow, just so that she could ground me. I would not give her the satisfaction of thinking she was right. I shrugged and went to the fridge to grab a water bottle. "Sunny, your mother has told me so much about you." He says. His voice is deep and smooth. Like melted chocolate.
"And I know nothing about you," I turn and stop at the door way "By the way, it's Tsundoku. T-Sun-Do-Ku." I state and stalk back to my bedroom. I slam the door shut of my bedroom and open up my book, almost ripping the pages. I'm not angry. I'm fine. Just fine.
x
At 8 o'clock I start to get ready. I still have to make it look like I care, so I pick up my outfit and walk to the bathroom. By 9:30 I'm ready. The dress is shorter than I had realised but it's too late to change now. I grab my bag and leave my mother a note before slamming the door shut and walking to Marcus Wills'.
