Opening the door and getting greeted by such sight is dreamy. Almost.
When I opened my front door, it wasn't locked. The first thought that came in my head was, what if a thief broke in my house? Or worse, what if a psychopath killer broke in and is waiting inside?
Slowly, I crept inside wishing Alex was there with me. He had left like always, after dropping me to my house.
"Hello?" I spoke out, lowly.
But to my surprise, there was no knife or gun waiting for me. It was just my parents.
They both were seated in the lounge. Dad was sorting out some papers while Mom was talking on the phone.
That sight would've been comforting if it weren't for me. Mom and Dad almost never came to the house at this time. Until something was up.
"Mom? Dad?" I asked with a smile as Chicken made its way towards me. I picked her up and started stroking her light brown fur as she purred.
Mom ended her call and looked at me with a smile. She looked perfect, like always, in her business suit and her perfect shoulder length blonde hair. Sometimes, I wondered how could I be so messy when she's always so clean and perfect?
"You're here." She said enveloping me in a small hug. Which got Chicken squeezed in between us. But she didn't seem to mind. Chicken loved hugs.
"How was school?" Dad asked as I pulled away from the hug.
I looked at him curiously before replying. "It was great. I–why are you guys here?"
It was most definitely a rude question to ask but I couldn't contain my curiosity. They barely were in the house when I was. They barely hugged me. They barely asked me about my day.
Dad looked at me and chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't want us to be here?"
I shrugged and went on the couch beside him as Chicken made her way on my lap.
"You guys barely come here." I added.
Mom went over to her phone and picked it up. She went out receiving it. Probably her clients.
"We just thought to stop by to check on you. Also, we had some files to pick up from here." He replied.
That made sense. Anyways, I was happy they were here. It was always lovely to have company in this lone, boring house.
I stood up and went in the kitchen to fill Chicken's bowl with cat food so she'd stop chewing on my sweater. I saw Mom come back holding her phone in one hand and a bunch of letters in the other.
I wonder how she managed to walk in those heels?
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Bitter Heart | ✔Teen Fiction
Caden Fernando Miller. Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense by God, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you...