Strings Attached

~Chapter 16~

But I'd be lying if I said she wasn't intoxicating. And I saw her face. Too bad I don't remember her much. Except for the eyes, which are already visible to everyone. But those eyes are worth remembering. Just my luck that I suck at drawing.

If you and I met some other way,

I'd tell you I'm enchanted by your eyes.

And the way emotions cross them,

I can't figure if you're reckless or wise.

Choosing to hide from the world,

You've made me hunger for a glance.

And I just might take to drugs,

To benumb the effects of your resistance.

You pull me in but you shun me out,

I'm battered and my ego has taken a hit.

I've been coping most of these days,

But you've undone me; you social misfit.

I promise to rise from the ashes, Chica,

Then reckoning shall come for you.

You're gonna fall for me even harder,

Darling, don't swallow more than you can chew.

I put my pen down to read my handiwork. God! I never knew I could write poetry. What is this girl even doing to me!? And I hate her. God forbid that if for some God forsaken reason I start loving her, I'd probably go nuts.

Anyway, this seems like a good enough number of lines to incorporate into a song but the harder part is yet to come. The composition of the song is the thing which just might beat me.

I get out Dylan from its case. Borrowed some cash from Seth to get it repaired. Thank God for little blessings. Sitting down, I cradle my guitar on my lap and strum a few strings. After I've become comfortable with how it sounds, I try singing out the lyrics.

Three seconds in and my voice goes hoarse. Great! What am I even thinking, practicing vocals on a parched throat? I'm about to get out of my room to get some water when I hear something break. And then a shriek.

So, Rebecca the Bi*ch is home. She and her tantrums aren't really scary anymore. They only sour my mood. The woman is losing her power at dad every passing day. And it instigates her sick nature. What is she on about now, anyway? I'm thinking of listening at the door when something hits me to get me moving.

Molly must be getting the brunt of that beastly woman. And without a second thought, I'm out the door and climbing down the stairs, two at a time. Sure enough, when I reach the dining room, I see the Bi*ch is about to strike the woman who's been almost a mother to me all these years. I didn't know I could ever get this protective of Molly, but I see red.

And as I try getting her hand away from Molly's face, I end up slapping Rebecca on her cheek, by her own hand, no less. But I'm the driving force of that slap and I'm elated about that.

"What are you doing?!" dad gets up and shouts at me, just as his poor excuse of a wife lets out a cry of incredulity at the turn the events have taken. "Did you just slap me?" she manages after a bit. Her voice has gone hoarse and I can detect tears forming in her eyes. Drama Queen.