Page 38 of The Loathing

“I agree,” my mother’s voice drifts closer, and I turn to see her standing in the archway of my wardrobe.

“Why are you hovering?”

“Just because.”

“Just because hmm?” I smirk as I pull a sage green seersucker tee and black skinny jeans. I take my clothes and my underwear into the bathroom and get washed and dressed. Brushing my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror and I can’t help but smile a little, I feel like today is going to be a good day. I get to spend it with my friend, the sun is shining, what could dampen my mood?

* * *

“For god’s sake,” I groan, putting my head into my hands, my elbows resting on the dining room table “I’ve had this planned for weeks,” I seethe, lifting my head and settling my eyes on my father’s. “Why can’t I go by myself?”

“Because you have a target on your back, what don’t you understand about this situation?” he tuts, shaking his head from side to side and my mother gives me an apologetic look.

“I hate this!” I shout, pushing my plate of food away from me and let my head fall back. I can feel all eyes on me, Xander’s, Ezekiel’s, my parents’ and worse of all, Titus’.

“Sis, come on…”

“Fuck off.” I spit at Ezekiel and his eyes widen and I hear a scoff of a laugh come from my father.

“Amora!” my mother’s eyes are like saucers, and I can see the shock on her face. “Language!”

“Oh, stop it, we all swear, stop putting on a fucking show because we have a guest,” and this time I hear Titus chuckle into his napkin.

“You either take Titus…”

“Or?” I challenge my father, crossing my arms in front of my chest and Xander rolls his eyes so far in the back of his head, I flip him off.

“Or you don’t go,” my father breaks his gaze from mine and picks his knife and fork up to continue eating.

“Fine, I won’t go. I would rather go and choke on a bag of dicks then sit here any longer with you all.”

My father’s eyes widen as he chokes on his mouthful, the colour from my mother’s cheeks drains and her mouth drops open in shock and I hear the low rumble of laughter coming from the direction of my brothers.

I push off the table, letting the chair fall and hit the floor before I turn and storm towards the door.

“Amora Mya Archibald, you get back here right now!” my father growls and instead of spinning to face him, I flip him off and slam the door behind me.

Fuck them all.

* * *

I sit in my painting room, staring at the canvas that I started yesterday, and I don’t know if I even like it anymore. The pink, yellow and purple pastel colours begin to blur into one. It was giving me a beautiful sunset vibe… but now, now it looks like nothing but colours smudged together.

Scraping my hair from my face, I twist it round and grab a paintbrush, pushing it through my twisted bun to hold it in place. A few strands of red hair fall and frame my face. I sit back for a moment, tilting my head to the side as I look at my painting once more.

Something is missing.

“Wow.” I hear a deep grumble from behind me and I quickly look over my shoulder, my eyes landing on Titus.

I snigger a laugh and turn back round to look at my painting. The silence fills the room until I hear the sound of his shoes moving across the tiles of the room.

“I just wanted to check in to see if you were okay…” I feel his breath on the back of my neck and I ignore the want to turn and look at him.

“I’m fine.” I nod, swallowing thickly.

“It’s okay if you’re not…”

“I know it’s okay, but I am fine,” my tone a little harsh but I want him to know I am annoyed so he can run back off to daddy dearest and tell him.

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