The loud cries of a newborn was heard in then background, accompanied with the panting of a woman with a gun in her hand. With hands like fire, she stood in front of three people: her parents and her sister. The child wouldn't stop crying, her hands wouldn't stop shivering, and the rest of the family wouldn't stop pleading. "It's better that we put an end to all of this. It's better that we just end all of this shit now! I'm tired of having to deal with all of you. I'm tired of the hatred and I'm tired of the lies.... I'm a bad kid am I not?" She asked and she laughed like her life depended on it. Silence...then she turned to her sister. "Happy 18th birthday to us," then bang! She pulled the trigger.
Chapter 1 Marie.
~Lyla's POV
My heart was pounding hard against my chest. I was aggressively biting my lower lips as I packed my clothes into my box.
I looked everywhere and it all just didn't feel right to me.
Why would I go to a boarden school when I'm already in the 12th grade? Can't they just find another way to punish me?
Okay fine.
I admit that what I did was wrong. I admit that I wasn't supposed to be having an affair with my teacher but still.... can't they just find something else to use in punishing me?
I never pictured myself in boarding school, not now, not ever!
Ahhh!
I screamed and I threw out all the clothes that I had folded. My head was aching inside out. As if treating me like a prisoner isn't enough.
The thought of having to start all over again made me feel suffocated. New class mates, new environment and new teachers.
I still can't believe I'll have to share a dorm with other kids.
"Ahhh!" I screamed again, then the sound of a knock on the door.
I recognized that knock.
Without even raising my head, I already knew who has at the door.
"The damn door is open, Marie! Just get the hell in!" I yelled at her.
She lowered her head and she had that same pathetic look on her face. "I'm sorry ...I just didn't want to invade your privacy," she said.
I shook my head and smacked my teeth.
Faker.
"So what do you want this time? You want to ask for permission if you can step on the living room floor or what?" I asked with my hands folded and my lips curved with disgust.
Her presence made me feel more worse.
"Mom and dad want to see you," she said, still with her head down.
Can someone please tell Marie to stop acting like I'm punishing her!
"Wait, why do they want to see me? I thought they don't want to set their eyes on me?" I asked.
She blinked. "I was so worried about the way you were screaming and how you threw your bag on the ground...so I told them," Marie said and I felt like tearing my self from my scalp all the way down.
I locked my jaw and closed my eyes.
Sigh.
I looked at Marie and I didn't even know what to do to her. "The day you learn to keep your mouth shut, I'll be happiest human on earth," I mouthed before walking out on her.
I took deep sighs as I walked down the corridor. I stood in front of mom and dads white door and my heart would not stop racing.
Normally, i would have barged into their room without knocking, but at that moment....I just couldn't.
After the incident with the teacher, everything changed. They didn't let me go to my old school after that time and even the way they gazed at me made me feel like an abomination.
I was sure that I was only going to receive an ear full because of what Marie said and they were surely going to say something about treating Marie right.
After minutes of standing at the door, I finally landed two knocks on the door.
Mom opened it and when her eyes met mine, I couldn't even look into her eyes.
That cold, disappointed gaze of a mother was still there.
"It took you long enough," Mom said before she stepped away from the door. I swallowed.
But mostly, my heart stinged. I was craving for that warm gaze I had always known my all life, but all that I am left with is...this. There's a clear difference in the way they look at me and how they look at Marie.
The smell of mom's body spray mixed with dad's ran through my nose. I never really wanted a hug from them since I was young. I felt too grown to be held in their arms, but at that point, I really wished I could just run into their hands, cry my eyes out and tell them I'm sorry for dating my own teacher.
But Marie seems to be making things even harder for me. She was always running the mom and dad's door, opening her lose mouth.
"Lyla!" dad called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I raised my head and with the look on his face, it was so obvious that he has been calling my name for quite a while.
"What are you thinking about this time? How to run from the house or what?" Dad asked.
I just couldn't hold it in. "Why are you always thinking that I'm up for something bad! You're not even giving me any chance to breath!" I yelled.
And after I did it, I knew I shouldn't have.
Damn.... what's all of this?
"You need a chance to breath, don't you? Then why don't you just learn to do the right thing for once?" Dad yelled at me.
I felt a lump in my throat.
Sincerely, I have been trying everything to make it up to them, but they just wouldn't see it because they are blinded by Marie's presence. Everything was going fine before she came into the picture.
Just like I expected, the new line was about her. "I should be the one telling you to give Marie a chance to breathe! She's trying her best to bond with you!" Dad yelled.
He did the talking, but I could feel mom's gaze on me.
"I am trying! I am trying everything that I can but can you as well tell Marie to give me some time? I spent my whole life thinking I am the only child until you both brought her home saying she's my twin sister and there was a mix up after she was born! I have feelings too! I am trying so hard but because you both are blinded my Marie's pretence, I just don't do anything right, anymore!" I yelled.
"How do you expect us to to all of this, Lyla when you aren't even giving us the chance to trust you! After we thought that you have changed, we found out that you are having a stupid affair with that thing named Martin!" Mom yelled.
Mom didn't really have to mention Mr. Martin's name but yes, she did.
Everything I do now, his name ends up getting mentioned one way of the other even if I break a glass.
Marie suddenly ran into the room. My phone was ringing and she had that same look on her face.
I didn't want to see her at the moment, but she was standing in front of me with my phone in her hand.
"What?" I asked.
Mom and dad glared at me. They were obviously not satisfied with how I spoke to their daughter.
"You have a call," Marie said. "Don't you understand that I am trying to have a conversation with my parents and the damn call can wait?" I asked and she sniffed.
"It's Mr. Martin. He said he wants the both of you to finish your conversation," Marie said and my eyes widened.
I am doomed!
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