My alarm goes off as baby got back starts playing and I start singing even though I'm half sleep and probably even drooling. Getting up from the bed might be the hardest task I can ever face like I've been doing for seventeen years and I would lying if I say I'm used to it.
I walk at a sloth's speed and after what feels like an eternity I finally reach my bathroom. I take a shower and pull out a black sweatshirt pairing it up with some pajama short and hurry downstairs to find both my dad and sister in the kitchen.
As its the weekend, My dad is busy making pancakes for everyone. Nothing unusual. Its kind of a tradition that he follows every weekend. Says that it allows him to improve his cooking skills “or so does he think’ and spend time with the family.
He started doing it after my mom died in a car accident when I was six. Dad couldn’t stay there so we shifted here in sheridan, california’s sunny central coast. all the way from portland. my fathers hometown.
My older sister veronica was busy on her phone, also nothing unusual. But her face and body were screaming that she sneaked out last night and probably is on painkillers to calm the headache that she is having.
Punishment for coming home drunk
just so you know we are totally different form our looks to our personality you name there's nothing similar between us. sometimes I even have second thoughts of her being related to me she's definitely more prettier even though from time to time she keeps feeding me crap like 'beauty lies within' and what not but that's only when she's drunk.
I look like my dad not that he’s ugly or anything. He is pretty handsome for his age. bluish green eyes Jet black hair that sometime's looks like they've been licked by a cow. Sharp jawline, appropriate height and muscular. And same with me except that I’m not muscular and I have my mother’s chocolate brown eyes.
On the other hand my sister has wavy natural burgundy hair. Green eyes, pointed nose sharp jawline, bomb figure. Someone would say she is fresh out of vogue but that's only because she cakes her face with makeup everyday. when I was a toddler I loved to steal her makeup but then I stopped because she threatened to spit on my novels.
I snicker at that thought. Man we were so childish when we were kids.
Okay now I'm sounding like drunk V. I need breakfast.
"you're scaring me Kai" Veronica says looking at me with a weird expression.
"Yaa I was just thinking about you" I shrug making my way in the kitchen.
"That's even more creepy". I roll my eyes and sit down on of the chairs beside V. I'm so tempted to read her texts that she's sending her boyfriend but I'm hungry and I don't want to loose my appetite. If you know what I mean.
“Good morning ky” Dad says as he flips a pancake which is slightly burnt.
“Morning dad” I reply.
“so what are you girls gonna do today I'm thinking we can visit your grandma she misses you guys"
yeah and I have a boyfriend
“no I can’t I have a paper due tomorrow” I prompt immediately. there is no way I'm spending my weekend with her.
we've never been on best terms with grandmother, especially after mom died that woman went upto that level to blame my dad for her death.
“Dad call her skankmother she's too botoxed to be called granny" V replies as I stifle a laugh. My granny has always been a young freak at the age of sixty-four she wears the types of clothes that my sister wears.
My dad sighs and shooks his head while serving me 3 pancakes with some fresh blueberries and maple syrup. These pancakes are so out of shape they look like the shape of some country except that country doesn't exist.
“I have to go out with Ned. He has been waiting for a reservation in some hotel for a month. And if I don’t show up today he’ll go nuts" V whispers in my ear.
“Wow how romantic”. I reply sarcastically "Just because you have one, you don't need to rub it in my face"
“no you silly ”she rolls her eyes at me "what should I tell dad" she starts biting her perfectly trimmed nails. A thing she does when she's thinking really hard.
I look back at my dad who's still trying to make a perfect pancake and think how to fool him.
I'm sure as hell a perfect daughter.
"Okay I got one" her face lights up like colors in the dark "How about I'm going to the pet store to..." she pauses
"To???" I raise an eyebrow as I tilt my head
"Bring cat food for Delilah"
"And I lost you who the hell is Delilah" I whisper yell
"Our cat" she whispers back.
"We don't have a cat" I look at her excited face with a horrid expression.
"we don't" she frowns as her eyebrows knit in confusion "Then why do I see a brownish thingy always jumping on our roof"
My sister has a brain that's a size of a peanut. I late out a deep breath "Firstly" I show her my index finger "That's not ours that's our neighbour's and second its not a cat its a frigging possum" I shoot her my best glare as my voice rises an octave every word.
V's mouth forms and O in understanding so I shove a piece of pancake in her mouth maybe food will help her.
My dad shouts "How the hell do you switch on this water heater" he throws his hands in the air while looks at the coffee maker with an angry expression
"How about this" V says again "My best friends aunt died from breast cancer I'll even put put that glycerin shit to bawl out fake tears"
"Damnit Kai" my father turns towards me whilst banging the coffee maker "This piece of junk doesn't work"
"ugh" I groan and put hands up in the air in frustration.
I have one hell of a family.
The rest of the day my family did the same weekend stuff, with v somewhere with Ned. I still can't believe my dad believed my sister. He even went as far to give her extra cash to buy a bouquet for her aunt. Like I said I have one hell of a family but it would have been different if mom was alive. My sister wouldn't have to lie about secretly going out with Ned as my mom being my mom would have just allow her to date and for my Dad he wouldn't have to worry about perfecting a pancake or making cursing the coffee maker which he thinks is a water heater. I wouldn't have to wake up everyday to hear sir Mix-a-lot singing baby got as she would have just barged inmy room telling me to get my arse off the bed. A dry chuckle escapes my lips as I keep replaying the scene in my head.
Suddenly my phone starts buzzing which I had left to charge. probably my sister calling to ask whether dad was home or my dad calling to ask whether v was home or lizz, my best friend.
Lizzy and I have known each other since we were toddlers. we are diaper buddies. We went to the same nursery, same kindergarten, we go to the same school, and will probably go the same college.
I picked up my phone to see which one of them it was but to my surprise it was none of them. An unknown number popped on my screen.
“Hello”, I spoke
“Hello”, I said again this time a little louder.
“Hey beautiful”. Says a deep and velvety voice. His voice barely coming out as a whisper.
What the…. “Who is this? Hello…..”
He cut the call.
I tried to call him again. But no one picked up. on the third trial, straight to voicemail and on the fourth, switched off.
Who does that?