Trigger warning: there's a mention of an eating disorder in this chapter.
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It was lunchtime, and the Royals were sat on the dining table in their lounge. The food was served in front of us, with the appetizing aroma of smoking hot steaks. They were literally treating them like Royals, something I was envious of.
Kourtney made me sit down beside Daniel, with Amanda and Miguel in front of us. I didn't like where I was sitting, especially I couldn't help but casually glance at Miguel in front of me. He would give me a half-smile and Amanda wouldn't notice. She was looking at the salad that was placed before her, holding her phone beside the plate.
We were eating some steak, and a few side dishes they gave to us. Only the clinking of steel on the glass plate was audible, as everyone kept quiet. Not until Kourtney broke the silence.
"Amanda, why h
Kourtney brought the white mug of coffee to her lips and sipped. Her hazel eyes watched me, as I leaned against the chair while staring down at my beverage. The coffee shop was cold, and it wasn't packed with people. The soft jazz song played in the background, as I savored the relaxation it gave me."I wanted to talk to you about Danny," Kourtney said, putting down the mug on the small white plate."What about him?" I asked, raising my brows."He might seem a little hotheaded at first, but really, he's just being like that because of Lindsey," she explained, as the things Nick uttered whispered in my ears.In the first place, she was the one who made her sister cheat, and she used Nick to ruin their relationship. How was she the one who had the audacity to make her sister look bad to other people? She was just really out of her mind."What's wrong with Lindsey?" I asked, sipping the frapp
He slowly turned to me, back against the door as his eyes ran from my head to toe. His gaze was intense, like a fury was starting to build up in them. Then he looked away to hide it and rubbed his fingers on his temple.I watched his movement, completely clueless as I stood in front of him with my feet glued to the ground. He was looking down, his left hand was placed on his hip and the other was rubbing his forehead. I wanted to run away, but my gut told me to listen to what he was about to utter. And so I didn't move."What did you and Kourtney plan about, huh?" He flitted his glistening eyes upward, as it pierced to my blue ones.Well, this escalated quickly. I thought to myself. I looked away from his intense stare and backed away a little. My hands were sweaty, gripping the bomber jacket wrapped around me. Blood started to drain on my flustered face, as my heart began to race. This always happened when my anx
It was final. I agreed to Daniel's plan that we should pretend that we were together. We needed to deceive Kourtney to make her delete the video or else I would rot in jail. I was near turning eighteen, and it was freaking me out. It just meant that I needed to be more cautious when I reached the legal age.Daniel and I went outside of the room, after all the drama that occurred inside of it. When my eyes met the hallway, I bumped on to Kourtney. Speaking of the devil.She glanced back and forth between me and Daniel, who was standing right behind me. Her eyebrows were raised, and her mouth gaped. She looked surprised."Hi." I sighed, not sure what to say next. I looked behind me, as Daniel ran his hand to his tousled hair."You guys. . ." she said with suspicion. "That's why you took so long." She nodded her head and chuckled, her signature mischievous smirk crept across her face.
Since it was weekend, I had a chance to clean my apartment because I got nothing to do. I was folding my clothes from the laundry, throwing away the scraps scattered on the ground, vacuuming the dust on the floor, and tucking the bedsheets.I felt exhausted, and somehow my body wanted to rest. I thought I would find comfort by cleaning the house, but it was the other way around.I plopped myself on the couch, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead that was starting to trickle down to my temples. Heaving a sigh of relief, I looked out of the window behind the television and started to wonder about how my life was going on living on my own. I didn't know if I still wanted to go home, or just never come back because of Mom.All of a sudden, I heard a knock on my door. I shifted from my seat and glanced behind the couch. Standing up abruptly, I headed towards the door and swung it open.My eyebrows raised at
I gulped in disbelief, as everyone in the room— including Hansel— went out to give us some alone time.I didn't respond. I was too shocked. Mom was laying before me, totally ill, and my guilt was starting to eat me. Why did I feel so sympathetic? Why did I feel like I'd done something wrong? Why was this happening?Tears fell down from her eyes continuously, and I found myself approaching beside her. She reached for my hand. The coldness of her skin along with the slenderness of it caused my heart to sink. I wasn't used to her touching me. It felt bizarre.She looked horrible. Dad wouldn't even want her to be in this state. But why was I being like this?"I didn't know you'll come," she said, tugging a genuine smile with her thin lips.I looked away from her, not wanting to see her like this. I had wished for this to happen, but I didn't know why I felt so guilty.
Tomorrow, after the dreadful night at home, I still managed to get up and prepare for school. I wasn't going to stop, not now.Not now that I already felt good. Like the burden that was heft in my chest was put out. For the longest of years, I'd been wanting to feel alright. Then when this unexpected circumstance came, I was caught off guard. I'd been dreaming about the day Mom would suddenly realize her horrible deeds, but I didn't know why I felt guilty when she apologized. All I knew was that I was satisfied. Like I didn't need to prove anything to the world anymore.I couldn't believe I became vulnerable. I'd snapped, and the walls I built for myself was broken down. But I didn't regret it. It made me feel good, in a way that gave me hope to live. I was still sad though, to be honest. Dad was still held captive and Hansel's handling it. My reputation was still at risk and I had to deal with it.
The school was done, and I was heading to the exit. People were starting to diminish, as chitchats and cackles filled the entire hall. I was a bit exhausted, but it was unlike before. Maybe I was exhausted because I was so drained of socializing. Or maybe I wasn't still fine about what Daniel did awhile ago. Hell, it was beyond embarrassing.I walked to the section where bicycles and motorcycles were lined up to a straight line and approached Daniel to his Harley. He was fixing his helmet with a scowl on his face, as the sun struck his skin, illuminating the specks of freckles layed on the bridge of his nose. I moved closer to him, crossing my arms above my chest."Yo Daniel," I called, as he turned to face me. I grabbed the other helmet placed on the seat of his Harley and put it to my side."What?" he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion."Drive me home," I demanded with a stoic face.Dan
I couldn't utter a word, as my heart beat rapidly at the sight of Hansel. A grin was plastered on his face, bright and optimistic. My eyes were widened, my hands were sweating, and I caught a lump in my throat. I wanted to run and hide, but at this moment, I had no choice."Hi," I managed to utter, my voice sounded strained.He stepped inside without asking for permission and moved further inside the apartment.As soon as I turned my back, my world stopped when I saw Hansel and Daniel, staring at each other in confusion.Sweat started to trickle down to my temples, and my knees began to wobble. I hadn't pictured this scenario to happen and it was freaking me out. Daniel was staring at Hansel, eyebrows raised and eyes widened. While the grin of my stupid brother was replaced with a scowl.Clearing my throat, I moved in the middle of these two and curled my lips to a nervous smile.