Ugly Ella.

                                    

                                          
I woke up to the blinding rays of the sun that glimmered through my cotton curtains. I checked my phone and what the hell. It's only 6am? Great... I decided to get my ass out of bed and take a long, much needed shower. I retrieved my crimson towel and slugged to my bathroom. My body was still half asleep. Hopefully, showering will wake me up. I used my usual strawberry shampoo and vanilla shower-gel but today, I decided to do a little pampering. I exfoliated my body, with my breakfast smoothie body scrub, and treated my skin to some facemasks and cleansers. I felt fresh – like a newly blossomed flower. Ah, perfect. I changed into my favourite pair of denim jeans and a white, frilled crop top. I moisturised my face and added light gloss and I was ready. Wow, its only 7.30 and I'm already ready to start the day. Well done Tara. I thought proudly. 
                          
My stomach snarled for food. I left my room and headed downstairs. Just as I was about to turn the hallway, I crashed into something wet. Someone, to be precise. I looked up at him. Once again, he prevented my fall. I was in his wet arms and he held my body firmly. Droplets of water, left his hair, and dropped onto my face as he floated above me. My hands grasped the back of his slippery neck as I gazed into his eyes. The eyes that made my body tremble and my heart race wildly. If only he knew... If only he felt what I felt...
                          
''You seem to be tripping quite a lot these days?'' He speaks.
                          
''Sorry, clumsy me.'' I stand and find my balance.
                          
''So, what are you doing up so early?''
                          
''I woke up early, you?'' 
                          
''Same.'' He says.
                          
''I'm starving, do you want something to eat?'' 
                          
''Yeah, that would be nice.''
                          
At least I could spend the early morning with him. Have him to myself until everyone wakes up. I smiled.
                          
''Oh, and do you mind making something for Ella? I want to surprise her with breakfast in bed.''
                          
And just like that, my happiness fades away. Of course, I'll make her breakfast because Ella wants to be surprised in bed. Ella wants this. Ella wants that. Don't mind my effort of cooking, let's just make Ella happy, shall we! I think stressfully. 
                          
''Sure, I'll make it.'' 
                          
''Thanks, Tara. You're the BEST.''
                          
That I am but, I'll be sure to poison her food.
                          
I strop downstairs and begin making breakfast. I make eggs, bacon and toast for myself and another portion for Dom. This bitch is not having special food, cooked by me. I decide to throw the rest of the eggs away and hide the bacon. She'll have to share with Dom. I brew myself a mug of coffee and make another two cups. I add a couple of sleeping pills to Ella's coffee and hope she drinks it and dies. Well, not literally. Maybe...
                          
I take the tray to Dom's room and notice Ella lying next to him. Someone burn my eyes - for I have sinned. 
                          
''Here, sorry. There wasn't enough eggs and bacon for Ella. You can share with her.'' I whisper to him.
                          
''Thank you, Tara. Never mind, we'll share.'' He collects the tray from my hand. 
                          
I point at which mug of coffee is his and leave. My stomach continues to growl as I head back down to eat my food.
                          
''Vivian!'' I yell.
                          
''What?''
                          
''You ate my breakfast, I was starving.''
                          
''Sorry. I couldn't help but wake up to the delicious smell.''
                          
''Fine, eat it. I'll have a breakfast bar or something.''