The perfect shot ( editing and updating)

Chapter 6}Suck it up

BEWARE: THIS IS NOT EDITED YET SO THE GRAMMAR IS VERY BAD,PLZ FORGIVE MY LAZY SOUL. GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDLY MORTALS

"How does my hair look from the back," she frantically asked turning around, there was a little piece falling out of the updo, "pass my a bobby pin," I ordered my mother, she listened and her cold fingers dropped a pin in my hand, I stood on my tip toes since mum is a little taller than me and slid it her hair making her bun perfect. "I love the dress Skylar but get rid of the cardigan," I nodded my head sliding it off.  "mum my hair gel is broken," Sammy whined as he tried to gel his hair back like mum asked.  mum rolled her eyes, "Skylar plat Sarahs hair or jell back Sammy's, your choice," she frantically said perching her lips together, I didn't bother answer my actions did that for me.
I took sammeys's arm and lead him to the chair wear he sat down and i brushed his hair back. "This sucks,  how comes we all have to get dressed up for this dumb dinner."

"I dont get why you hate them so much," Sammey laughed.
One thing about my little bro is that hes the most adorable eights year old ever, who will braking hearts when hes older.

"well they never gave birth to somone who ruind ur life," I mummbled under my breath making sure that he dosent hear me.
"plus mum cooks super nice food when they come around," He smiled looking up at me.

"done!" I shouted running the brush through his hair once more.

"everyone come here gather around please,"  my dad shouted standing on the chair. we all gathered around like he asked.

"So, if this dinner with the banks gose well I could be getting another promotion so please be good, I know you guys hate these dinners but smile just for me, this one time." he said with his hands claspped together littrially begging us." No funny buisness, pinky promise me," everyone rolled there eyes and wrapped there pinky around dads with secreat giddy smiles on there face, including me, he looked me dead in the eyes and smiled kissing my forhead, "thank you," he smiled. I gave him an uneasy smile as the doorbell rang.

'Suck it up skylar'

"Hello, Mr Banks, " My dad grinned shaking his hand. "Richerd, no need to be so formal we go way back," He said pulling my dad into one of those man hug things, "yeh how long has it been seven years?" my dad questioned rather than stated. "give or take," Mr. Banks chuckled.

"Miss Banks," My mum greeted and they did that french kiss thing. "Didn't Tristan come," mum asked as she slowly shut the front door. "No, he had an appointment,"

At eight pm, yeh, right. "He might come later though."

Miss banks smiled at all of us, "Hello everyone," the make up caked on her face just made her look older and kinda scary, she gave me a small, whicked, yet sweet smile and sat down on the arm chair leaning back and getting comfy.

I dont hate misses banks, I mearly dislkie her. when it was found out what Tristan did to me she went to pick him up from the police station with mister banks, unlike mister banks who walked in and appologised asking if am ok then started scolding tristan, miss banks sashade in, glared at me then ran to tristan and started talking to him like a baby and not only that she slapped jack my best friend in the face.

I understand she was worried about tristan he was just in a fight, but to slap jack, my bestie, hell nah lady you got problems. good thing after she slapped him Mr banks pulled her away but she started cussing him out instead since she couldnt claw his face off, shoutting somthing about this could ruin there compay and the publisty, idk what she was talking about but what i do know is she was pissed at jack and me too because the whole time I was there I was just getting the cold sholder and an accastional stink eye.

Not long after the food was ready and we all shuffled to the table, taking our seats.
I sat in between Sammy and Mum.

"So Skylar how is school going for you?" 'Oh schools good, although I wish I wouldn't have to watch my back because of that devil child you call your sun,' Is what I wish I said, but instead I just met her gaze for a quick fifteen seconds and rushed out the painful words. "It's good, everything is perfect thanks for recommending this school it is super nice," I lied braking eye contact and getting back to my salmon.

"That's fantastic, am glad you like it," I once again lifted my head making brief eye contact and returning a small fake smile for her massive one.

"And how is Tristan doing," my mum asked. Miss banks finished the food in her mouth before replying.

"In what Nicole?" She questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Academics."

"Oh, he's doing just fine, he's already been accepted in a uni,"

"Then why is he still in college?" Caleb blurted out with a mouth full of food. We all looked at him disgustedly. "Sorry," he swelled.

"It's ok sweetie," miss banks replied with a small smile, "He's a TA, he needed some money because we cut him off," Mr banks laugh as he told us the story of why he cut him off.

"So when we got here two years ago I said me and you in a boxing match and if you win I'll give you five thousand and if you lose you're cut off, the damn idiot agreed and lost, he's not getting a cent from me anymore," Mr Banks laughter boomed through the house, everyone else laughed as well but Mr. Banks was by far the loudest.

The doorbell rang silencing everyone in the room.

"That must be Tristan, speak of the devil" miss banks smiled standing up, but before she could Caleb was already at the door answering it.

"And he shall appear. Hey man," he said, and I froze.

Every single protective warning alarm was going off in my head at this moment, you need to get away they told me, it was his sicking voice, the same voice that put my self esteem in the dirt, the same voice that laughed at me when I was hurt. The alarms in my head wanted me to get out of the room, and my legs agreed.

I jumped up and landing about a yard back my chair falling over behind me, due to the sudden movement the little bit of food left on my plate fell forward ruining my purple knee length dress.

"Am sorry," I squeezed. everyone turned there attention from Tristan to look at me, the and the mess I made, Tristan walked into the room joining everyone else who started, am going to be sick.

"Skylar come over here please," mum asked sweetly. I nodded my head as I walked up to her watching Tristan cautiously thought the corner of my eye, Tristan smiled at me, and my stomach did a forwards roll, the bad kind, that you feel when your about to die, or when your in the room with the guy who ruined four years of your life.

Mum put her cold hand on my forehead and made a fake gasp.

"Skylar, you have a fever," she moved her hand to my neck, "why didn't you tell me," I looked at my mum confused. "Am fi-" mum gave me a warning look, then I understood.

She's lying for me, it's just an act, for the first time she's seen my situation and she understands, she actually cares.

"Am sorry I just really wanted to see the banks," I lied putting on a fake smile. "Go clean yourself up then go to bed I'll bring you up some medicine when everyone leaves," I nodded gleefully spinning around and walking upstairs, I turned to take a quick look at Tristan's face, he was sad.

Probably upset that he can't make you cry by his hand today.

'Your probably right.'

I smiled walking upstairs, but that smile soon vanished, knowing Tristan, if he really wanted to hurt me he would find a way, he's just messed up in the head like that.

..... the psycho has got to be planning something big.