"Isabella!" The shrill scream of my sister's voice pulled me back to the present and I rushed to put off the gas. The smoke alarm was whirring loudly already and in my rush, I put my hand to the pot to remove it from the fire and it burnt both my fingers and the insides of my right wrist that touched the metal side of the pot. I dropped the pot in pain from being burnt and it fell on the floor in a large clang. The rest of the oat mixture that was burnt black and congealed, spilled out with some of it splashing on my legs and the rest all over the floor. I jumped back and screamed in pain at the hot liquid. Annie-Marie rushed to put off the stove and I went towards the sink and put my hands under the rushing water to cool of the burning sensation. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared at the patch of skin that was turning red, the smoke in the air and the mess on the floor. It was the appropriate description of my life. A hot, big mess. I soaked a towel to wipe off the par
What's this about?" He asked with a frown. I shrugged trying to make it seem as natural as possible. "Nothing much." "Liar. There is something you want to tell me, I can see it in your eyes." Luka asked concerned and pulled my fingers to rest on his laps instead of mine. He stroked the skin gently and his touch was soothing. I shook my head and felt my chest squeeze with guilt pangs. "Luka I.." The shrill yell that came from downstairs and the loud crashing sound had us pulling apart and rushing downstairs with me following closely behind. The question I wanted to ask him about Tammy was suspended. The scene downstairs had a shocked gasped leaving my mouth and I stayed back on the stairs not bothering to fully enter the dining area where it was happening. Luka's mom swayed from sides to side clearly drunk and wobbled on her feet before grasping the edge of the dinning table. Just opposite her was Luka's dad who apparently had just missed a wine glass being swung at his head, she
LUKA"I don't think this is the right place for this," Bella muttered and I shook my head in disagreement. It had to be now. Something was going on, and I had to get to the root of it now. Bella looked worried, while Tamara looked at me with so much spite. Has she always looked at me with this much hate or was I just picking it up? We did grow up together in the same neighborhood. We weren't particularly best friends, but there was no major resentment causing situations between us either.Her mother trudged down the stairs, clumsily securing the big blue robe she had on by the sash at her waist and pushing off her hair that part had come out of a ponytail. We all turned to look at Bella's mom as she looked at us and frowned, sensing the weird energy in the room.."What's going on here?" Bella's mom asked while pouring some water into a clear glass and taking a sip. "Can we just take this outside?" Bella begged looking from Tammy and back to me and I shrugged and moved towards the
There's so much running you can do from the truth before you finally accept it. I'm not the type to promise girls; rainbows, flowers and forever. And even when I do, they won't believe me because I'm not the type that they can easily trust. If it was Jamie with his boring flannel shirts and glasses, everybody would trust their hearts to him easily and that I hate the fact that for once I'm jealous of him. With me, it's good that they distrust easily anyway. Lack of expectations won't hurt them, the problem is that I wanted them to have expectations or a little faith. At least now I know better and I'm going to accept myself fully for what I am. The blue nano lights of the club were bright enough for me to see what was going on around me. Everyone was drinking, dancing or making out in their most skimpy outfits and seductive scents. This isn't my usual scene. Yes I do frequent bars and clubs but I've never been to this particular one. It was reserved for the one percent of the elite
I knew when Luka withdrew from me. I could see it in his gaze, his body language. The way he flinched away from my touch, the look of distrust in his eyes, the clenched fist at his sides and the emptiness when he looked at me. I want to take it back. I want to take the whole of yesterday evening back and start from scratch. It felt like he was locked away from me and he didn't have to curse before I felt it. It's the same thing I'm feeling right now. "Bella," Paula's voice sliced through my thoughts and I got up to my feet from where I sat waiting for them. Luka was beside Dylan. He had changed back to his own clothes and Dylan was assisting him to put his bandaged hand into the sleeves of his jacket. I couldn't read his expression to know if it was okay for me to go to him or whether it isn't. "I didn't know you were around, why didn't you come in?" She asked with her brows raised looking from me to Luka trying to understand what was going on. Because I'm not sure he wants me
Starlight restaurant; the overhead sign read and I sighed heavily. If I wasn't so fed up with missing Luka and not being able to do anything about it, I'll go back home at this point. From where I stood looking in, the restaurant looked busy. What if Dylan throws me out or causes a scene? After all, I didn't call ahead, I just showed up at his mother's restaurant where I found out he was interning after stalking him on instagram.It's been one week. Seven whole days of living like this. If I ever needed a confirmation that living without Luka was hard this was it. Being apart without any kind of communication is even harder. I find myself staring at my phone hoping it will ring indicating that he is ready to talk to me now or typing and deleting messages because it doesn't even come close to fixing what I did. I don't even know how he is doing since nobody seems to be talking to me right now. Was he still not talking to anyone?I wanted to go over there but shame wouldn't let me
LUKAI could feel everyone giving me worried glances, after all it's been one week since I spoke to anyone about anything so it's understandable.The way my right hand was bandaged wouldn't let me make a fist or hold a spoon properly. I tried raising the silver spoon in my left hand to feed myself some of the creamy brulee soup that was for dinner but I spilled most of it and threw the spoon back into my plate with a loud clang and let out a string of curses. I picked up the bread that was in a woven basket in the center of the table and bit into it leaning back to judge everyone's mood before saying what I had to say. "I passed the GED." My announcement got everyone's full attention as it was the first statement I've said to anyone in more than a week. I could see the relief in Leonardo's face as he exhaled visibly. "So?" My father asked cutting off my mom who looked like she had something to say. "I'm moving away to college. I did apply to some places already, and I've gotten s
"Oh. My. God." Tammy screams with her hand going to cover her mouth. I sighed heavily feeling my own eyes fill with tears. This was my exact reaction. At first I was elated when the truth came out, but then I thought about Tammy and things just changed. It must be difficult, hating him all these while. Being able to channel the pain of that night at someone but not the person was faceless and she really didn't know who. I could see the confusion in her eyes, followed by the refusal to accept what Dylan and I were saying. She got up angrily and pulled out her hand from my grasp and started pacing. Her hands went to her ears to pluck her fingertips and block them so she couldn't hear anymore of what we were saying and we let her. "No. No. It was Luka, he did this to me." She repeated over and over while pacing. Except it wasn't Luka. In fact, Dylan and I didn't need do much diggibg, because the moment I told him how long ago it was and what night it was he was sure it wasn't Luka. L