Luke | Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Saturday, August 3
                          
"And they didn't even do anything about it.  She was just one of those pathetic mothers who left her kid with me.  I don't get paid to babysit, ask someone else."
                          
My sister's not at all nasally voice was the first thing I heard when I woke up.  She had the blinds open and the sky was nothing short of being blindingly bright.
                          
I'm not sure how it always happens but on Saturdays, Alison is extra bitchy.  It's like she is in a constant state of PMS mood swings—and that's coming from my tranny ass.  
                          
I must have been breathing too loud because a loud- and obvious—sigh escaped her mouth.  I felt like shit and the last thing I wanted this morning—other than being stuck in a room with my sister—was to get up and start my day.
                          
I wanted to go back to sleep and not deal with my day.
                          
But I felt glares on my back and couldn't sleep knowing she was awake and not in a good mood.  That was how people got killed.  Reluctantly, I got up, the whole time she followed me around the room as I got my hoodie and walked downstairs.
                          
Her glares were what people would call daggers.
                          
"Good morning to you too sis," I rolled my eyes.
                          
I put the hood up on my sweatshirt in hopes of blocking out some of the light.  This house was nearly all just a big thing of white light.  Just as I made it to the kitchen, I heard the garage door close and the car left along with it.
                          
I was alone with my siblings.
                          
"Grand."
                          
I looked through the fridge for breakfast then noticed I wasn't not all that hungry.  It's like those moments where you are hungry for something but you just don't know what and everything else just isn't what you want.
                          
My head hurt just thinking that.
                          
I settled on toast and made it simple with just some butter on top.  I took a seat at the kitchen table my back away from all the fucking light.
                          
Rylee kept me company by texting me.  She was shopping early this morning with her parents for a new outfit for a dinner they were making her go to.
                          
She didn't mind too much as long as there was someone cute around to distract her from the pointless conversations being discussed around her.
                          
Rylee - 7:37AM
                          
[ Which do you think will make me look good but not like I'm that easy? ]
                          
Luke - 7:40AM
                          
[ Depends, are you wearing the leather jacket or not? ]
                          
She sent back a few of her best options, some with her favorite leather (fake) jacket on and others without.  I was too distracted with trying to keep up with all of her questions.  I hardly noticed Alison until it was too late.
                          
She took a seat at the kitchen table with her box of nightmares also known as her spa day kit.  It was filled with everything for your face to your toes.  Everything was covered in layers of different smells.
                          
It was kind of like walking into Bath & Body Works for fresh air.
                          
I looked up and she had already begun, she had those gel things under her eyes, they were silver with specs of glitter and looked just as stupid as you would think on her.
                          
Luke - 8:01AM
                          
[ Go with the yellow one, it looks best with your hair.  Text you later. ]
                          
I pocketed my phone and picked up my dishes.
                          
It was spa day for my sister and I wished for nothing more than for someone- other than Elliot- to be in the house to distract her from my own existence.