R U E
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Those words, the words I couldn't bare to hear in the morning. Especially when those words are coming from my mother.
"Rue I'm not playing around. If you miss that bus I'm not driving you to school!"
I still wouldn't budge.
But that's understandable right? I'm pretty sure no one wants to be getting up at six in the morning to get ready. Especially if it's for school.
Am I right?
"Okay, I'm getting up." I yawn and stretch my arms above my head. I unlock my phone and go through some new messages.
Piper<3 : Did you get the answers to the homework from last week?
Piper <3 : ugh, you're asleep :( okay, I love you, sweet dreams <33
Bailey : BRUH, I JUST FOUND OUT CARTER LIKES YOU LMAO
I roll my eyes and groan.
Alright. That's enough for now. I walk to my closet and open it, revealing my wardrobe.
My mom usually picks my outfits because she thinks I dress like a homeless person- which by the way, really hurt my feelings. She just doesn't understand the fashion sense nowadays. She treats me like a mini her, dressing me up in skirts, or blouses.
But not today.
My mom probably didn't have time to pick an outfit for me, because she was out with dad last night for a late meeting. I hated when they had meetings. They would usually come home drunk and start fighting. But last night, instead of fighting, they came home ready to have another baby.
Either way, they come home making noise.
It's fine though, I think I'm capable of picking my outfit for a day.
I choose a white t-shirt, which was a bit baggy. I put some dark blue jeans on, tucking the white shirt in, and buttoning it up. I find an oversized, dark blue cardigan, and put it on.
Jesus, what do I do about my hair?
"Hmm." I tap my bright yellow hairbrush against my head, thinking. Maybe a braid? Oh, who the hell am I kidding? It'll take my like an hour! And I don't have that much time.
I look over at the alarm clock on my dresser. I have fifteen minutes left. I spray some water in. my hair, so that it won't be as frizzy when I run the brush through. I take all my hair in my hands, and pull it back. tie my hair into a low bun, and when I have this much hair, the bun rests on my left shoulder. A few curly strands of red hair frame my face.
"RUE! Get your ass down here!" I flinched as I listen to those words, because that time it wasn't my mom, it was my dad. I look down at my watch and saw the time.
My bus is almost here. "Shit!" I mutter to myself.
I run down the stairs, being cautious that I don't trip and fall... obviously.
"RUE." my dad called, startling me once again.
I slow down once I'm a few feet away from his office. I nicely walk in, brushing my clothes off, making sure I look "proper" enough for school.
I stood at the door frame of his office. His voice softens and he looks up at me from his paperwork. "Rue, tonight we will be attending a meeting at Mr. Rossi's house. And you WILL come along." He says, making the word 'will' extra stern
I sigh, "But, dad-"
"No buts Rue. You're going, and so is your brother. You children need to get out of the house." He stares at me dead in my eyes and raises an eyebrow. "Is that clear."
I hesitantly nod my head yes.
Tonight, I was supposed to have a study session with me, myself, and I. The three of us would have been listening to our music, pretending it was only us in this atrocity of a world.
Looks like we'll have to postpone it.
"Good. Now leave. If you don't make the bus you're walking your ass to school." Can't even bother giving me a ride in one of his fancy cars. Shit- he can't even bother getting me a fancy car. Even Alex, my brother, has his own ride to school.
My dad doesn't give me a hug or kiss, or even a "Have a nice day at school, my only daughter!" No. we don't do those kind of things around here. At least not him. My mom on the other hand, she makes sure to contribute enough love for me and my brother.
"Okay." I leave the room quickly. Too quickly. My father knows I'm scared of him. Almost everyone was scared of him. Almost everyone. Jeez, even my mom was scared of him. Not because he hit her. He never hit her. But because of the things she's seen him do.
I'm not disregarding his mistakes or his faults. But he's had a rough fucking life. And no matter what he does to me or my brother, I always keep that in mind. My father deserves better.
- - -
The day was almost over as I was sitting in my last period class, waiting for the bell to ring so that I can finally leave this shit hole.
I was doodling little things in my book. You know, just some symbols I made up, and little drawings of aliens.
"Pssst." a whisper came from beside me. I turned my head to see... May.
I dreaded every moment and every class I had with May. She was a brat, and I've known her since third grade. I feel sorry for myself.
"Do you have a pencil I can use?" she asked
No. Well yes. But not for you.
Obviously I wasn't about to let her use my resources, THAT I PAID FOR. Well, my Dad paid for them, but you know. Sharing is caring. Except when it comes to May.
I shrug my shoulders. "Uhm, you know the bell is about to ring, so I don't really think I should give you anything."
She tilts her head to the side and gives me a glare. "Wow. Okay, I see how it is." She said it in a playful manner, but if anything comes out of her mouth, it's nothing playful.
"O-kay." I turn back to my notebook and close it. I pack up MY pencils, and wait for the teacher to excuse us. Because apparently the bell doesn't dismiss us.
"Okay class, start packing up, the bell is gonna ring in three minutes." My teacher stated.
- - -
As soon as I walk in the door, I hear shushed voices coming from down the hall. It's my parents. And I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, because that's like super rude. But if you were around my dad for at least five minutes, you would know that it does not compare.
My footsteps are quiet and soft as I move forward, towards my dad's office.
"I don't want them to go there. Cant they just stay home? Elliot, please." My mom sounds mortified. Her voice is soft and worried.
"Camila, they've never even stepped foot at the headquarters. How many times are you gonna keep them from this. It's going to happen sooner or later. Better sooner, then later, yes?"
"No! It's not better sooner. It's better if they don't go at all."
"You knew what you were getting into the day you married me. I warned you, did I not?'
"Oh. I'm sorry that I actually care about our children." My mom glares up at him, not backing away.
"I do care. That's why I'm doing this." My mom scoffs and steps away from my father. He rubs his hands down his face and groans.
"Mi amor. Can't you just trust me on this?" My dad touches her shoulder. She turns around, her eyes softening at his touch.
"Can you promise that they won't get hurt." My mom asks, tears threatening to spill.
"You know I can't do that." His hands comes to her face, and holds it. He leans down and kisses her tears away. Where is this affection when me and my brother are crying?
I tear my eyes away at the sound of the phone ringing. My parents breakaway and come toward the door. The door that I'm standing at, listening to their conversation. The ringing is coming from the kitchen.
I quickly throw my backpack over my shoulders, and run for the stairs. Hoping they didn't see, nor hear me. And right when I closed my door, I let my bag drop to the ground. I sigh tiredly.
My eyes flutter close, and I welcome the sleekness that started to wash over me. Well, that is until my mom calls me and my brother's name, asking us to come down.
Me and my brother walk down the stairs together, side by side.
"Are you guys ready to leave?" My mother's sweet voice stops us in our tracks.
I look over to my brother, but he's staring at my father. His head is tilted and his eyebrows are knitted. "Yes." He says for the both of us.
- - -
The car ride is long and boring. I can tell we're almost there, because we're starting to drift away from the city, and more towards the big lands.
"No fighting." My mom reminds us as we pull up to a big- and I mean BIG- house.
I could feel my heart in my throat. Please don't be awkward. Please, please, please. Please don't let this go south. Please, please, please.
I don't want to be near this house, yet alone have a dinner here.
There's rumors in our Mafia, saying how our prince killed four men before the first one could hit the ground.
Although I'm a little skeptical of it. I mean- come on. FOUR??? That's crazy impossible.
But just incase.
I have no intention to find out if it's true or not.
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 : 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧.𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭