Falling Apart - Astrid R (carter reed TXT) 📗

welcome Bradey. I bet his getting fat now since we last saw him when were like 12 years-old.” She chuckled and I joined her.

My brother loves food and hate to do exercise. Alia and I loves food too when were younger we were fats, like seriously fat and we hate to do any work so we become bigger and bigger. But since we started our high school life and experience some bullies about our looks, we did our best to change our appearance. We still love foods but we do some exercises every day to burn our fats in our body. Though Alia is still chubby but she changes a lot than her looks before when were younger. She always get jealous on me of how the hell did I get a perfect body – not skinny, not fat and have flat tummy and long legs that every guy’s love with a perfect height that people fall into. Well, I guess everyone changes then.

“Yeay!” I said cheerfully, “Let’s hit the road then.”

We drove back to my house and Alia and I have some fun in the road too. We love racing at each other and we’re always lucky about the cop’s issues for being over speeding, because we didn’t get caught…ever!

Alia has Black Mercedes Benz car and I have Ferrari 458 Spider, the old model of Bugatti Veyron and Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. Ferrari is my favourite among them all but I use Bugatti when I go to a party or go clubbing. Dad bought me the Lamborghini as my present in my 16th birthday.

Dad spoiled me much when it comes to things but I am not materialistic person, so I didn’t worship it. I do appreciate his gifts but I guess it’s too luxury and deathly wealth for a 17 years-old having such an expensive things in life.

My mum rang me up when I was driving back home, squealing and I bet she was jumping informing me that my brother and others were home and that Bradey wanted to see us in within 30 minutes.

I arrived at my house first and Alia arrived next. I stepped out of my car and we walked together inside my house. “That is so gay! You cheated that’s why you win.” Alia pointed on me for losing our race.

I laughed really loud that echoed inside the house, “Look at you, accusing me isn’t nice. Do you know how beautiful you look when you lose in a race and stomping your feet in my floor and started blabbering that I cheated?” I playfully push her.

“But you always cheated every time we do a race.” She complained, pouting her full lips.

“No I wasn’t. You just cannot accept that I’m way better than you in racing.” I chuckled and we stopped walking when my mum stood in front of us with red face.

Uh-oh… We’re in deep hell.

I smiled weakly, “Aww… look at you mum, you’re getting prettier everyday what did you use in your face? It is so soft.” I started but mum’s angry face stopped me to add my sentence.

Mum raised her eyebrow, “Did you race again?” she asked. I can see an invisible smoke comes out from his ears and nostrils.

I face-palmed my face and walked to the living room. “It was just tonight mum. We’re not going to die and besides we didn’t add too much speed on the normal one.” I explained and I saw dad’s face when I said the ‘speed’. I know dad wouldn’t care about the racing.

“What if you accidentally crash or something like that, what will you do?” she angrily scolded on me.

I shrugged and seated on the couch beside dad, “Come on! It’s fun. Just be thankful that we’re still alive.” I smiled to my mum.

“Doesn’t talk to me like that, Tina!? You should act more like a girl and not like a street lesbian racer.” She shouted and pain explodes in my heart.

I hate it so much when my mum always thinks that I am a lesbian and I should act more like a girl. Isn’t my clothing and looks girly enough for her? She always looked on my actions and not in me. And I hate her nickname that she gave me.

I guess dad saw my hurt feelings because he responded to my mum, “Don’t talk to our daughter like that Jocelyn. Our daughter is not a lesbian, she have a boyfriend for god’s sake.” Dad patted my back tenderly and I hugged him back.

Mum’s face softened and seat beside me, “I am so sorry sweetheart.” She apologises, “I’m sorry if I call you a lesbian and I am so stupid and ungrateful mother who judges her own daughter.” She hugged me but I’m not in the mood to be nice on her tonight.

“Yea, yea… I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Good night.” I said standing up and walked up the stairs.

“I love you sweetheart.” Dad shouted.

“I love you too dad!” I shouted back.

Before I could close the door, I heard Alia said, “Welcome back Bradey.”

Great, I didn’t even welcome my brother tonight and he saw our little encounter in the living room. What a lovely sister I am.

I took all of my clothes and took a shower. After I got dressed, I heard dad knocking on my door and asked if I wanted to eat. But I didn’t reply and turned off my lights and dad’s footsteps fainted.

I know what I did downstairs is rude and disrespectful. And I decided tomorrow morning, I will apologise to my mum for acting like a child and not being matured and careful.

I closed my eyes and felt that my body was like being smashed by bricks and I allowed the darkness to fall in my heavy eyes.

 

 

Chapter Five

I groaned and shifted my weight on my bed. The sound of my alarm rang into my eardrum and it takes my will power to not throw it to the wall.

I sit back to my bed and fixed my hair. My pain in my head drives me crazy and my stomach growling like a monster. I need food.

I went to my closet and grab my black booty short that has a print ‘BONER TIME’ at the back of it. My mum and dad never complain when I wear booty shorts inside the house. But mum hate the print that was written at the back on it. I wear my black lace sports bra and pulled my hair into ponytail that expose my tattoo at the back of my neck.

I walked down the stairs and I heard noises from the kitchen. I wonder why the kitchen is so freaking noisy. I’m pretty sure that my parents were away today because they have business meeting and that my brother, Alia and I will be at home all day.

I wanted to go straight to the kitchen and feed my stomach but my day will be hell when I didn’t put some music in our boring big house. I walked to the entertainment room and pulled my favourite CD called ‘Party Bitches’ and put it inside the player. I hit play and put the volume in loud, too loud that the deaf get worse.

I grab the controller and put it on number 3, my favourite dance song ‘Do it Like that’ by Ricki-Lee. I mood change into crazy Christine and I started dancing. I heard Alia shouted from the kitchen, “Alarm one! Alarm one!” I didn’t understand what she meant about that so I ignored her and continued walking to the kitchen whilst dancing.

As soon as I stepped in inside the kitchen, 9 pairs of eyes were staring at me with different expression on their faces. Alia stared at me with horror on her brown eyes. Angry expressions were written on my parents face. Lola wasn’t looking at me, she was looking to my parents and the horrified expression on her face makes me slapped my face really hard for being stupid and reckless. The 5 guys that was sat around the table looked at me with wide eyes and mouth gawking.

I hurriedly held my controller and lower the volume of the music. “Oh, hey guys! Good morning.” I cheerfully said and smiled to them but deep inside I’m horrified to my parents.

I walked to Alia’s side and she whispered on my ear, “I told you, Alarm one!” I nudge her and grab a food in the table, acting like everything is fine.

Dad cleared his throat, “Christine,” I looked up to his direction and he continued, “When did you started doing that?”

Dad questioned and I continued eating, “the what?” I asked innocently.

Dad’s voice makes me cringe and hide in my room, “The loud appropriate song. Didn’t you know that the neighbours will get cranky because of your music?”

I make some noises and wave my hand in the air, “Pffft… if they will complain to my music they would complain already since last Christmas.” I accidentally revealed my wild music, I covered my mouth but it’s too late for that.

My father and his face become red, “What? Last Christmas?” dad practically shouting in front of our guest.

 I tried my best to act cool and shrugged, “Come on, our house is sound proof they couldn’t hear anything.” I shoved the eggs on my mouth.

“Your house is sound proof? I didn’t know that? When did that happen?” Alia wondered and I groaned loudly.

I elbowed her arm, “It’s a joke, idiot!” she smiled meekly and I looked up the opposite side of the table.

I looked every faces and saw there expressions earlier didn’t change. A blonde hair guy sat in my dad’s left side. His hair is a little short but still looks good on his strong jaw. His bluish eyes matched his tanned skin.

The guy who sat next to him looks mysterious on his dark-brown hair that was perfectly stilled up on his heart-shaped face. He has long-straight pointed nose and his white skin with a little bit tan colour on his muscly arms perfectly matched his emerald-green eyes that looks him more gorgeous and attractive. His lashes were so long and thick that makes his emerald eyes sparkled. His strong jaw line and his heart-shaped thin – in a hot way lips were so beautiful. I can see his broad manly shoulder through his gray V-neck shirt. Damn, he looks so handsome. I bet every girl from his school will fall unto his knees and begged to take them.

I snorted and move my eyes to the other guy, who sat quietly beside the dark-brown hair guy. I was shocked to see his gray eyes looking back at me. That gray eyes were so rare for an eye colour especially in Australia. His long black-wavy hair was messy but it looks good on his features. He has fair skin that looks like he’s a vampire or something because of his black hair. His plump lips looked more sexy and attractive on his dimpled chin. I looked back to his eyes and saw him he was staring back at me and I quickly looked to the other guy beside him.

He has brown short hair but it looks sexy on his crystal-blue eyes. His thick eyebrows and thin lips added his good looks. His