The car had flipped so many times that I had become disorientated before I could even sustain the concussion that had me drift in and out of consciousness; my little body could not handle the impact. I jumped in my booster seat. My bones and muscles and joints, and insides felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. My torso and head pressed hard against the windshield while my arms and legs flailed. I don't even know if it's still bright outside. I was fleetingly aware that the bloody taste in my mouth made me cringe at the flavor. At times my eyelids fluttered, and I thought about what had just happened.
Why the pain? Oh, why so much pain?
I cried out to my mom, "Mommy?" No answer. "Daddy?" no reply from him too. I sobbed, crying out for them and crying hard to wake them up as I use every weekend morning. I would jump on dad and fist his bareback as a drum, and mom would join by tickling his sides until he woke. Athena and Ares would jump in and tackle him to wake him up fully. But that will never happen.
"Mommy... Daddy..." I tried struggling out of my chair, but the glasses on my skin would hit a nerve sending my brain I'm in pain. "Mommy, I'm hurt... Daddy, help me..." No matter how much I called for them, they'd never respond. The world must have kept flickering its figurative light switch because my vision flashed from bitter darkness to blinding white light.
"Mommy... Daddy... Thea... Ares... Mom-"
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"Effie, get up. You're going to be late."
My eyes shot wide open as I went up drenched in sweat—that nightmare. I pulled up my knees and hugged my legs, putting my head in between. I took slow and deep breaths easing my shaking body and my soul.
"Effie, are you up?" I didn't answer. "I'll use the bathroom first."
Ares' bellow voice saved me and woke me up before I would be trapped in my nightmare, unable to escape it. My eyes land on the door. I heard my brother knock on the door, telling me to get up once more, then he dragged his feet into the bathroom in the hallway, hearing a door close. We have two, one in the master bedroom-my parents' room and the one in the hall where three siblings share and fight over who gets to go first.
It will get wild in the morning, but since my parents are gone, everything lively in this house no longer exists.
I slowly moved out of bed, put on my fluffy slippers, and gathered my clothes for school. Choose a black cardigan. No care if it's warm outside fall is coming up, and I'll be the one who is laughing at those who dressed so little. Then I pulled out a graphic black t-shirt with a Pikachu on it, black leggings from my dresser, and converse in black. Everything I wear is in black, and I like it that way. I didn't care much about what I wore because it was school. It represents my mourning, my grieving. I wasn't ready to move on, not yet.
I walk out of my room, hugging my clothes, and at the same time, Ares, my brother, comes out of the bathroom while steam from inside is smoking out. His short black hair is damped and loose, and his five o'clock shadow has been shaved as the towel wrapped around his waist reveals his torso with tattoos of the Filipino sun on his right chest and a Japanese design covering his whole right arm. He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos.
Love, Faith, and God
"Morning, sis," he greets with a smile as he plays with his damp hair, brushing it back. "Sorry about the steam kind of cold in the morning."
"It's okay," I say quietly.
Ares groans, rubbing his face. "Effie, please speak up." I could tell by the sound of his voice he was cranky from waking up early for work. "You are seventeen, and you're not making friends with that soundless voice."
I lowered my head and quivered my lips. I heard Ares swear under his lips, and before he could apologize and silence me, thundering footsteps came from the kitchen. Then we both hear a roar, causing Ares to freeze.
"Ares, you ass, are you making Effie cry again?"
"No!" He hollers back. He's shushing me to keep quiet, but I don't say a word as usual. I felt like I was being bullied by my brother, who didn't mean to hurt me, but the tears just suddenly appeared in my eyes, putting my brother in a tight position at the head of the house.
My brother winces as we both see an angry woman stomping her way toward us and stop. Athena stands there, her hip-swaying to the side, arms crossed over her chest, holding a kitchen knife and spatula, glaring at Ares. She reminds me of our mother.
I watched Ares swallow hard. His Adam's apple went up then down.
"Want to test me, little brother?" Athena warns as she glares at him, tapping her feet.
I know Ares wants to run from our older sister, but he knows not to mess with her, especially holding kitchen utensils as murder weapons.
"No, I'm not. I swear," Ares protests and leans back not to get into our older sister's face. "I'm just telling her to speak louder."
Athen sighs and puts down her hands to her sides. "Don't get angry at her. She's been through a lot since Mom and Dad passed."
"I know."
"And the foster home."
"Yes," he grunts in annoyance. "Don't remind me."
"Now, apologize."
Ares looks at me. "Sorry, baby sis." He leans in and kisses the top of my forehead. Then he walks away to his room and shuts the door.
I hear Athena exhale a long sigh, then look as she shakes her head. "I swear. Don't worry, Effie, one day. One day you're going to be yourself again."
"I'm sorry."
Athena smiles and blushes a strand of my hair back behind my ear. "Don't be sorry. It's just your brother and I are worried about you."
I lower my head to the floor.
I had images of the accident in my head that gave me the feeling of a nail to my brain once I tried to remember.
"We don't blame you," Athena pulls me away from memory lane. "It's that dumb driver's fault. We are glad that you survive. Otherwise, we would have lost both you and our parents. It's going to be okay." She kisses my hair and walks back to the kitchen.
Watching her go had me anxious to know if I had made things much harder for her and Ares.
I remember the accident as clear as day. It felt like it was yesterday. Next month will be eleven years, and I will never forget it. Flashes of memories from my head of the crash would sometimes appear, triggering my guilt and causing me to verbally cry out in pain as if knives pierced my skull, stabbed my brain, and the only way for me to forget was to ease that pain. I'm already scarred with cuts from the crash. They are reminders of how my parents died.
I was a spoiled brat and treated like a princess because I was the youngest wanting the attention. I whined about obtaining what I wanted and, because of it, had lost my parents' lives.
My parents' car had collided with a truck driver who fell asleep on the road. The impact was quick. I next remembered waking up in the hospital bed with Athena and Ares by my side. Their eyes were swollen and moist with tears, and when I had asked where mom and dad were, they had fallen into silence and told me I was the only one who had survived.
The school is just down the street, making it easier for me to walk without wasting gas and money. The roads are always busy on Mondays, and once the walk sign appears, I rush towards the school and to the first period, English Literature. I passed each student down the hall like a maze, avoiding anybody in my way, and no one noticed me. I was no one, a lonely, outcasted girl who just wanted to get through my senior year in high school. Entering the classroom, the first one to arrive, I see Miss. Walker sits at her desk, reading the journals the class had turned in last week. Miss Walker is a young woman in her mid-twenties with short strawberry blonde hair and honey brown eyes. The boys in her class love her because they check her out. Perverts. I know her as Jordan because she's close friends with Athena and Ares, and she is the same age, but at school, I have to call her Miss Walker. There are no romantic feelings between her and my brother, but I get the sense she likes him secr
"Enjoy your lunch."I looked up at one of the cafeteria staff as I checked out my tray filled with nothing but a ham and cheese sandwich, water bottle, and apple. Sarah smiled at me, and I ignored her.I wasn't in the mood to be happy for lunch. Because for me, I'm just going to stuff them in my backpack, place the tray on top of the trash, and head out to the top of the roof.Not much showing myself eating in a place with most of the whole school where different groups of people stay within that border. You have jocks, cheerleaders, the popular crowd, the geeks, the skaters, the emos, the valedictorian, and there sits the drama club. Now that's the group I wanted to avoid the most.I didn't want to be tempted by them: I just practiced lines, danced, and sang. Out of all the schools in Long Beach, we have the best singers and visuals, making us the number one best musical performance.Lion King, Beauty, and the Beast, Peter Pan, anything with songs that create the storyline much more
What the hell?It gave off an eerie feeling.Why did she look at me as if I stole something from her?I was getting a sudden stare from his twin brother. My body was feeling hot that I couldn't move an inch."Was she worth it, bro?" asked a grinning Liam."I did what she asked," Logan sighed and rubbed his neck, unhappy."If you don't want her, I can get it with her," Liam smirked. "I heard she's the Queen Bee of the school. If you were to hit that off, that would increase the popularity rate here.""Why do I need to be concerned about being popular?" Logan says annoyingly."It's not much of a difference back at home. We will rule the school with our fucking good looks. I mean, all the babes here are gorgeous."That is my cue to leave.I didn't want to hear these guys talk about getting it with the girls in this school, and I didn't want to be part of it.I felt my stomach churn from all the lunch that I had eaten. I immediately packed up my stuff, rose off the concrete floor, and beg
I opened the door to theatre class, panting and all eyes were on me in a surprise shock just as the bell rang."Well, Miss Reid, you were right on time," says Mrs. Bloomfield. "But, I prefer to have all my students before the warning bell. Giving you the heads up in case you forget.""I'm sorry, Mrs. Bloomfield," lowering my head, avoiding the eyes from the students including myself in a shock when I spot the Wolfe twins sitting next to my chair—not going to ask for a seat change, I grabbed my seat."Miss Reid, why are you wearing your P.E clothes? This is theatre. We don't play sports here, only art," she asked me with her eyebrow raise after I took my seat. Then the whole class chuckles, making me lower myself."They got...accidentally soaked," I replied softly but able to say a lot for everyone to hear."Oh, okay, well, next time, bring extra clothes." Mrs. Bloomfield opened her mouth to ask another question but didn't bother to say anything, then clap her hands together to get the
Once at the nurse's office, Logan had told Mrs. Smith, the primary nurse of the school, a woman in her late forties had examined my health and said to us that it was just a tempory cough from not breathing correctly and told me I could go back to class, but I asked her if I can stay here for a while which she didn't decline. Mrs. Smith then told us she would be out doing errands for a minute. Then she grabbed her car keys and left the office. And it just became the two of us alone.I sat on the bed provided for students to lie down. I held my stomach and looking down watching the ceramic floor.It was entirely for a second between Logan and me, but then he started to break that silence by asking me the same questions just minutes ago. I ignored him."So, you are not going to tell me why you are covered in scars?Silence is what I can give him. I hugged my arms as well hiding the visible scars that can be seen from afar. How can I be so stupid not to wear something before I put on my P
"Effie?" Athena banged my door, and her voice muffled behind it. "Time to get up. You are going to be late."I pulled the covers over my head, hiding under them, then called back. "I don't want to."I could sense my sister's shock by my free voice, then banged the door again. "Effie, what is wrong?" I didn't answer, but my silence won't let my sister leave. "Aphrodite Catherine Reid, you open this damn door!"I let her hit my door several times, ignoring her calling my full name. Then I heard another door close outside my room. "What is wrong? Why are you so loud?""Something is wrong with Effie," my sister replied to Ares."She is probably not feeling well. Let the girl take a break from school, you ghoul.""That is not it. I heard her voice.""You what?!" the loud bangs on my door grew louder and faster, and I knew it was coming from Ares. "Effie, open the door!" His voice panicked.I inwardly rolled my eyes and grunted.My older siblings know I don't respond to them in the morning
"You okay?" I opened my eyes and looked up at the voice to see a man with dark hair, a little long but not as long as Logan's as dark blue eyes staring down at me. He had a tank shirt in white, revealing his muscle pack arms with multiple tattoos, which he's using to carry my wedding style. Panic and humiliated, I duck my head lower from him. Then his chest rumbled in laughter. "You are a tiny thing, aren't you, princess." "Seth, what the hell are you doing?" Another deep male voice from the house made me cringe at this guy's name. Seth then paused. "Who's this?" "Oh, I caught a cat trying to climb the tree, which happens to be a fairy," joked Seth as he turned around to face the other guy. "Can we keep her?" "No, can you put her down because I could tell you are scaring her," said the other guy when I got the look to see he also has the same features as Seth. "I'm not scaring her; you were the one coming at me like a giant bear ready to eat her," Seth laughed, making the other guy
I'm sitting on the bed inside the room of Logan Wolfe.I'm shaking out of my wits here. Just a few minutes ago, I was bawling in front of four brothers who had heard and seen everything that had been going on with my miserable life, and that is something I shouldn't be revealed in front of others.My brain is always searching around the room, making myself aware of the inside chamber of a boy. I've been inside Ares room once when I was looking for my iPhone because apparently, he broke his during a fight with some guy at the bar and destroyed his phone in the process, so Athena and I had to take turns letting him use our phones until he received the replacement.Ares's room was different than Logan's - entirely different. But, the one thing that separates my brother and Logan's room is that clothes surround his place. It's a total mess because he goes to work early, then comes home late or the next day, so he doesn't have time to organize. Athena would have to pick up his dirty clothe