Chapter 28 || Relatives Are The Family You Can’t Choose.
The bright light of the sun shining through my window was burning in my face. For a moment, I thought that the universe had finally decided to set me free and sent me to hell but I realized this was a bitter fallacy when I saw the aquamarine color of my walls.
I could barely bring my body to raise itself from my soft and warm mattress. My throat was dry as the Gobi Desert and all I craved was a glass of fresh and hydrating water. Gathering all the energy I had together, I stood up from my bed and made my way down to the kitchen.
My eyes were barely open and my white, oversized shirt was hanging down on my worn down body and my grey shorts had a few holes in it. I must have looked like a homeless person, but I live here so who cares.
“Hello there, little sleepy head.“, Malia greeted me with a smile and held out a cup of coffee to me.
“You’re a life saver.“, I hastily took the cup out of the hand and took a few sips.
I let myself down on a seat in front of the grey kitchen counter made of marble. Malia looked at me sympathetically as if I was a small, lost puppy.
I must admit I felt I little helpless like this. The finals are coming up and I have only done a small part of what I should’ve done by now. I still have enough time, but I’m really stressing about things like this and tend to overreact completely.
One time, I had to write an essay for Spanish and I had still a month until the deadline but no topic to write about. My anxiety level got so high that I was standing in front of my mirror practising the words: “Welcome at McDonald’s. How may help you ?”
I did that all evening with all voices to find the right one. Emma had to carry out the mirror out of my room so that I would stop talking to myself and Max didn’t talk to me for at least a week because he thought I was possessed by a demon.
“Do you have anything planned for today ?“, Malia took a seat next to me.
“I’ll probably do some schoolwork but other than that I’m free as a bird.“, I replied, putting the hot cup of coffee on the cold and smooth counter. “What about you ?”
“Nothing much either. I just planned to do a little shopping since I need a new dress for Katie’s birthday. Do you want to join me ?”
I blinked at her a few times until my brain processed what she just had said.
Alex’ mother’s birthday is in a few days and, apparently, I had totally suppressed this memory...for a good reason. My father is definitely going which means he’ll force me to go with and I honestly like her too much to ditch that event. It would be very rude of me not to go since I know her since forever and she’s been like a second mom to me ever since my mom died.
“Oh God.“, I put my forehead on the top of the counter
“What’s wrong, sweetie ? Is it because your grandparents are coming today ?“, I slowly raised my head from the counter and stared at her intensely.
“No, tell me this is a joke. Why are you throwing bad news at me like I’m some object without feelings.“, I whined dramatically.
“I’m so sorry, Jessica. Your father called me just before you came downstairs and told me that your grandparents had planned some sort of surprise visit.“, she said sympathetically.
“It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I just don’t have the energy do deal with Jayla and my grandparents in the same week. My nerves need full recovery first before they’re being taxed again.“, I sighed loudly.
The sole thought of all those events make me want to live in a swamp forever.
“Are you talking about Elyas Selouti’s daughter ?”
“Yeah, you know him ?”
“Yes.“, she nodded. “I worked for him as a paralegal for a few years, but that was long before you were born. It’s because of Alex, right ?”
A pump of adrenaline rushed through my body when she finished her last sentence. “How do you know ?”
“It’s pretty obvious. I saw you both at the Gala and body language says more than a thousand words. Plus, Emma told me.“, a huge smile spread on her face.
“Why were you there ? I didn’t see you there ?”
“My step-son has a high position in the program and I was expected to be there too but just for representational reasons.“, she shrugged and took a sip from her coffee. “What about your grandparents if you don’t mind asking me ?”
I love my grandpa. He the epitome of a perfect grandfather but when my grandma died everything went downhill. He then married my now step-grandmother who I refuse to call her anything except from by her name because I despise this woman more than anything in the world.
She is one of those cliché idiots from the South who believe black people should be treated like objects and people from the LGBTQ+ Community are crazy maniacs who need an exorcist.
The thing is that my grandpa doesn’t do anything about it which aggravates me even more, but, unfortunately, there is nothing you can do about ignorant people.
“My grandpa is okay, but my grandmother is not the most convenient person on earth. She’s jus-”
I couldn’t even finish my sentence when I was interrupted by the door bell. “Are you expecting anyone ?“, I shook my head and walked to the door.
When I opened it Kyle and Sofía stood in front of me. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and black mascara streams reaches from her eye down to her cheek. Her eyes were red and her sniffing frantic.
“Sofía needs to tell you something.”