I met Hazel waiting downstairs. She had been pacing around the room, obviously in a disordered mood. She stopped walking as soon as she looked up to meet my gaze.
She let out a gasp of shock and met me by the foot of the stairs. "What on earth happened?!" She asked in a loud whisper.
I felt like Caramel was within earshot everywhere I went and so I placed one finger on my lips. "Grab your bag and let's leave." I ordered instead. I could not help but feel that my sister was randomly going to pop out of nowhere.
Thankfully, Hazel did not argue and nodded to do as she was told. She picked her hand bag from off the couch and led me outside with her.
Once we were in the car, and on the road, did I have the audacity to resume my speech. "First off, Hazel, you are crazy! What were you thinking?"
"Befire I decide what to feel, care to tell me what exactly happened back in the room? Did Caramel walk in on yo
I took my phone tothe camera app. I felt the need to capture the moment in case I needed it in my defense. I zoomed in on them both and made sure their identities were clear. As soon as I had confirmed they had not noticed my intrusion, I turned around to leave. I knew instantly that this new piece would baffle Hazel deeply.She was still waiting on the bench and she eyed me interestingly. "What happened? Where is Justine, did things turn out fine?" She scanned her eyes at me, waiting for my answer.I sighed at the memory of his angered walk away from me. "Well, he clearly wants nothing to do with me anymore. Especially, since I__" I trailed off to add airquotes that suit my expression, "I'm responsible for trying to break them apart.""What the fuck? Why would he even say that?" She frowned, riled on my behalf."It is beyond me." I rolled my eyes in soreness. Recalling why I was interested in talking even in
"Why would you even think I made this up?" I pulled free from his grip, giving him an evil eye. "It wasn't even a minute after you left that I witnessed this." I stepped further away from him and sighed pitifully at him."Pathetic." I rolled my eyes and began to hie out of the bathroom. "Nothing permits you to drag me out of anywhere without my assent." I cautioned, locking our faces one more time before turning the knob and exiting the bathroom.Walking out of the stall, I met the eyes of a red head youth, freckles dressing his face as he stood still, letting the water from the tap run down his hands.I rolled my eyes at his knitted eyebrows and confused expression from catching the sight of the presence of a woman in the bathroom.I took my exit and pulled my phone out to know if Becca would be done with her classes she could drive me home, as it was obvious Hazel was not down to take that activity.
A beeping sound followed the effect of her harsh contact with my skin and darkness clouded my eyes. It took a few victorious blinks to return to my senses.I found myself unable to put my hand down. It felt safe staying on my cheek. "Caramel!" I heard my mother call in caution, not standing to support me nor clarify what was going on."What gave you the fucking right to?" She swallowed. I observed the redness of her eyes as she spoke. It looked like she had been crying before I arrived. Unattractive dark circles had dressed her eyebrows as well."What the hell is going on?" My mood had been dismantled from the uncertainty that came with the slap she had offered.Neither of my sisters had ever raised their hands towards me since we had known each other."How could you?" She gripped my shirt and shook me repeatedly. "How could you have sent those pictures to Justine?" She cried, letting go off me.
By the time I got downstairs, they had formed a circle around Caramel like the scene before had not occured. That pissed me off to the brim. They had their fingers wrapped around her, delivering intentional comfort to her."Wow, I can't believe this." I mumbled to myself, clenching my fists tight by my side, unable to control the angry blood that rushed through my veins.I felt no regret from taking the actions I had taken just by watching them all and thought she deserved to go through the torture if she was going to feel that way."And where do you think you are going?" Becca noticed me just then, sharply standing to face my direction. She looked pissed, yet curious.I thought she didn't deserve an explanation from me and left without attempting to respond to her."Ally, stop right there." My father bellowed, causing my sister and I to flinch. I closed my eyes and put around to meet his gaze.
He blinked multiple times and poked his head out to see whether or not I had come by myself. Clarifying this essence, he found the strength to ask, "what are you doing here?""Please let me in." I sighed, taken aback by the tone of his voice.He sounded kind he had been sulking for a long time.I expected him to question my abrupt request, yet he moved from the door and granted me the permission to go in. "Are you okay?" I asked, knowing what his answer would be.He partially glared at me, placing his hands on his waist. "Do you really still expect me to be okay?""I did not expect you to send the picture to Caramel or break up with her." I frowned, the incident from home replaying in my mind."What was I supposed to do with it? Laugh it off?" He moved closer, a frown buried between his eyebrows."I don't know, sit to talk like adults?" I didn't care about them, or what they had to offer.
I could easily feel like it was the end of the road for us both. I wished my life could be free of drama, not constantly interrupted by alarming bad news, when it seemed like things were finally going my way."I can explain." I stepped forward, advancing towards them both as I made the first move. "I don't know what you two think this is but you have to listen to me first." It was the first time my heart was racing this fast and I was truly afraid of the consequences because I had done nothing wrong this time and considered it unsafe for them to make the decisions that led them to believe I was responsible for anything."Explain yourself?" Caramel shook herhead, her voice sounded like she had been crushed by a literal heavy metal. It was not challenging to tell she had yet to get over the incident from the previous day.Her hair sat in a messy bun that looked like it had been rough handled. Her face sat make up free while she
"You want to move out?" My mother sounded astonished by my delivered piece of information. I had expected a similar reaction but I didn't think she would grow as pale."Why would you want to move out?" My father said, speaking for the first time in the scene.I had no idea if it was right to explain how ignorant they were and how their reaction am yesterday had birthed my suggestion, but I decided against it."Mother, father." I cleared my throat, hoping I sounded the best version of a polite child. "Don't worry. Don't go thinking it's all because of yesterday. Yes, it inspired my suggestion but trust that it is something that had been going on in my mind for a really long time." I started. No matter the conviction they needed to her, I had made my mind up and there was no going back."But Ally, your father and I-" my mother began but I was sharp enough to cut her short."You see, mom, that is the p
Hazel followed inside with me. I was carried away by my lust for this stranger's free suggestion to have her room that I paid no attention to the look of disapproval on my friend's face."Wow!" I blurted out with pleasure. One side of the room was covered with banners of tattooed citizens from ceiling to floor and I loved how it brought the room to life."This is simply beautiful." I commented, eating the interior decoration with my eyes.The other three walls were painted in a dull chocolate brown colour. One side of the room had an empty bed bunk I proposed belonged to her former roommate.The room was strangely neat. There was a reading desk close to the window tha