Insatiable

Chapter 1

"ROSALIA!"

I jerk awake out of my sleep, my heart beating like crazy in my chest as I panted. "What?" I frantically look around, confused when I find that I'm alone in my bedroom.

I glance up at the time on my clock then over at the calendar that hangs above my desk on the wall and do a double take, my eyes practically popping out of their sockets once I realize what day it is.

It's moving day.

How could I have completely forgotten?

I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and unplug it from the charger, feeling my heart skip a few beats as I look through my notifications.

There were 2 missed calls from my father, 3 missed calls and 2 texts from my best friend, Isobel, and 5 missed calls and texts from my mother.

I send Izzy a text; letting her know that I've just woken up before clicking on my mother's name,  opening the chat; grimacing as I read the messages.

Mom: Your dad and I have a few things to take care of. We'll be back soon mija

(my daughter.)

Mom: Rosa, why haven't you answered any of my or your father's calls

Mom: I hope you're all packed

Mom: Our flight is at 8 so we have to be out of the house by 7 o'clock if we want to be there on time

Mom: We're on our way home now. I'm expecting you to be ready and waiting for us downstairs with your things

Looking at the time the last message had been sent, I immediately knew I was in deep shit.

It had been sent a hour and a half ago and I only had an hour. I still had clothes to pack and I obviously wasn't even close to being ready. I hurriedly climbed off my bed, my head pounding and heart still beating wildly in my chest as I rushed over to my closet, wondering if I had any time to get ready before my parents arrived.

"ROSALIA IRENE ESPINOZA DE LUCA!" A voice yelled angrily.

Guess not.

"Dammit." I tensed immediately at the sound of my mother's voice, standing as still as possible hoping that she wouldn't come up here but I'm let down for the second time as I hear the sound of her stomping heavily up the stairs followed by three loud knocks before the door to my room opens.

"Your father and I have been calling you since six Rosa! Why haven't you—"

I gulped hard, more than extremely aware of my her presence but I don't dare to speak. I don't need to see it to confirm that my mother's eyes are burning through my body.

I can feel them on my back, as weird as that sounds.

I know she's upset at the sight of me still dressed in my pajamas.

The air in the room is charged with something familiar; something that makes me so nervous, my palms began to sweat.

I'm afraid that if I open up my mouth, I'll only make things worse and anger her even more than I know she already is. It doesn't help when she speaks again in a voice that's all too calm.