Unbreak

“Shut up, will ya!” She winced and took a step back, staring at her father's angry face, hurt. She looked around the dim room that was once bright and lively, the dusty floor that used to be polished and clean, the dining table where her moms favorite blue vase used to be that now is lying, somehow shattered on the ground . The room smells of cigerette and something rotten. He was changing. Fast. He wasn't acting like her daddy anymore. The girl begun to realize that her mother is not coming back. Her mother's smiling image burned at the back of her skull.
“You lied.” She muttered.
“What?”
“I said you lied, dad. Mom is gone!” She cried. In a fit of anger, she raced towards the drunkard half expecting for him to just grab hold of her and hug tightly. “Sh-she's...”
“She's dead, Kellie! Yes, you're mom is not-”
“Argh!” She screamed loosing foot and falling on her back even though not seriously hurt.

For the first time he laid a hand on her.

I wake up in a dim lit room that doesn't smell rotten but of... vanilla? My neck hurts because of sleeping in an uncomfortable position on this soft, unfamiliar bed for god knows how long. I force myself to sit upright. Where on Earth am I?

Suddenly someone switches on the light and I recognize the face. “Oh! Your awake.” She smiles, walking briskly over to the side to stash away some clothes. “Whe-” I clear my throat, “Uh, where am I?”

“Oh, don't worry about that. You're at home. How are you feeling? Nauseous? Dizzy? Headache? Any pain?” She eyes me skeptically, her hands on her hips. I'm seeing her for the first time dressed in all casuals jeans and shirt when otherwise she's in her formal suit and pencil skirt. I shake my head. “I think I'm fine. Thank you,” I realize it's already dark. “I-I'm truly, so sorry for bothering you, Mrs. Biersack. And I've really got to go...” She takes a step toward me with a calming, yet somewhat authoritive expression, “It's dark already. You actually fainted in a lingerie store, for christ's sake! And these... spoilt teenage girls! My, they sure are going to get a lot at school. I'll call your parents and let them know-”

“No!” I immediately withdrew my raised hand feeling embarassed. Her surprised face looks at me expectantly. She doesn't seem to be giving me any options, her assertiveness sounds like as if practised for years. Of course she's in a powerful position in the architect company. “I mean that's not needed, thank you.” Well Stacy can very well suck her thumb for tonight... if she's even at home. “Oh. Good,” She nods. “It's Amy, by the way.”
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Turning off the shower, I quickly get dressed into the clean and crisp white top that Amy gave me that I'm thankful for since my black one was stinking of sweat. I was feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the tightness around my chest considering I always wear one or two size bigger simply because they are super comfy. But It doesn't look bad but I guess.

I push open the bathroom door to find Andy leaning against the wall beside the bed, swiping something on the screen of my phone in his hand. I blink. He talks before I could open my mouth. “Your Kate is really going fucking crazy you know.”

“Hey, don't check others messages. Give me that!” I step closer to take it back from him but he simply holds it behind his head, his height- gosh why does he have to be so tall?!

“It's not like you have any other contacts to text anyway for fuck's sake.” I fold my arms almost in a royal hissy and stare at his face expectly. That was rude. But true. He boldly glances one last time and hands it back to me, “Oh and look CC said he wants to fuck you already.”

“Huh?”
“And I deleted it by mistake. Oops.”
I stare at him uncertainly, partly dumbstruck. After a moment with an empty expression he just shrugs and adds, “Kidding.”

Notes

Hey guys! ^^
Hope you liked this chapter. So yeah, my exams are going to get over in exactly 1 week, 1 day and 17 hours from now. Lol.
I hope the story is progressing good... I would love feedbacks and criticism. We both can enjoy this story better when I can improve my writing in the areas where I need to work on. Agree? So jus say it on my face "Your writing is like a 13 year old. Use more synonyms." Haha.

Alrighty then, see y'all at my next update!
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