I know I told myself to forget this rotten house, but here I am. Living alone was never an option, I'm always used to waking up to family, drinking drip coffee with family, and eating with family, at home... Family is the definition of home for me, but now I guess I'll be living alone and going to strive hard to make the farmhouse liveable again. This time, I have to start all over again, I woke up feeling sore all over, the hardwood floor I covered with some of my long clothes was so cold last night that I thought I'm in a dream that only say the words: "come live with me". I must be going crazy who would want to live with me? Surely, my family's out on the choices. I was finding someone to blame, I could only think of them, they made me live here. My mom in particular, but there's no point on blaming the death, wasn;t it?I exerted all my muscles to stand and went to the kitchen. The floorplan was simple, there were two bedrooms on the second floor, a living room and a kitchen and

"Who did this to my car?!" Richard was walking back and forth like an insane person while his mistress was struggling to get the water hose. It's so satisfying to watch them, much more when the two meet and hit each other’s faces, the mistress got wet when she don't know that the hose opens up when pushing the trigger so she didn't know she pushed it while pointing it at her face. "Get water, you stupid wench!" "I'm getting it, why don't you help me!" "You noisy pest, don't you dare command me!" The car's still burning and they look like two idiots shouting on each other’s throats. They've been running around like a bee in hysteria and I've been smirking all the time."Where do you live?" I enjoyed watching them that I didn't notice Audillon coming to me, not a smear of anxiety on his face, as if he didn't burn a car a few minutes ago. "Why? There's no need to do that. You could just leave me where you met me," I replied. "Are you going to go back to school now?" Roaming my eye

Michael Summers stood glumly beside Richard and shoot imaginary daggers at the two. I started to weep inside but I didn't show any emotion on the outside. That's a sign of weakness. And I'm done being the prey of these wolves in sheep's clothing. "Why?" The only question my mouth voiced was the best question out of all. I stared down at the table. What's happening to me? Why did suddenly the world cascade into a danger zone?"Because you've changed." I eyed Michael who started talking. "Since your mom died. You're not the sweetest person I met when we were young, nor the innocent and kind lady that I've liked. You went berserk, hungry too, like a wolf, and thinks there's a prize for you waiting at the end, when in fact, there's none. I don't know you anymore Harriet. Time to cut the horns that are growing inside you." Those words cut deep into my heart, but they didn't make me bleed. His words were true. I saw myself doing things I didn't know I could do before, like live alone,

At night, I couldn't sleep, I keep on turning on the floor. I don't know if it's because of the hardwood or the bugger in my mind that won't stop talking. It whispered something I could never believe for my whole life. But what if? It was proven that Richard wasn't my father, and Tyler met my mom before she met Richard. It was possible that something happened between them, my Mom, Artha, already had me when she met Richard. That also answers why I'm older than the twins. Could it be? No... When morning came, I'm like a ghost that complemented the empty house really well: with the bags under my eyes, my dizzy head, and my birdnest hair the house was complete. I don't need to buy furniture anymore. I solved half of my problem. As if. I stood and sigh while I folded my cot of clothes sewn together. The third candle out of the five candlesticks I bought got finished by the night. I cleaned the genie lamp and went down to drink water. From my view, Tiffany was sweeping and doing

"Can I ask you something? How old are you? Both of you?" I can't find the right words for this to be more complicated as possible. I don't want Tiffany to get the wrong idea that I suspect Tyler as my biological father.I led Tiffany to check the bathroom on the second floor that's part of the big room, I bet mom used that room painted in purple with streaks of something painted on the headwall. "I'm going for my 100th, I don't know about him, I never ask," Tiffany replied and reach for the bathroom door but before she opened it, she faced me with a grin."Why don't you try and ask him yourself?" I realized how much I dislike Tiffany’s grinning. She checked the faucet and other pipes and we followed them to where they were settled. "No." I shook my head firmly, that would be a total embarrassment, and I already have a fair share of shame. The pipes ended at the end of the hallway where a thin board was laid on. Tiffany knocks on it. "It amazes me that you only sleep on this house