All The Bad Things

I still cannot believe I went through this. For months I have been trying to gather the courage to do it, and tonight – I finally d

oon as he saw me a grin stretched to his face. He showed me a thump’s up before he started his car and drove away. I had my mouth open

– I don’t want this experience to end with it. I want to do it again. I want to do more. I bit my lower lip and walked back into my room and closed the glass sliding

lept with a sm

y mouth. I didn’t have to sniff and tell that I reeked of alcohol. The smell of breakfast my mother must be preparing d

must be downstairs. Thankfully, my mother hasn’t come up to wake me up yet. I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door before I opened the toilet and spew out all that I ate

and it was just as adv

y and lathered shampoo in my hair – just in case my hair smelled as well. After shower. I brushed my te

parents use the one they have in their room. I realized I must have taken a long time in the bathroom when I heard a s

my reflection in the mirror, “Uh, yes, mama. I am fine. I will be out in a

d with her nevertheless and heard her walk away. I dumped my clothes from last night in the laundry basket. It was Saturday, maybe I sho

most of the days and my mother is busy with her event planning business. I don’t remember seeing them spend a lot of time together lately. They both are alwa

stopped chatting when they saw me coming. My mother smiled at me and patted the chair beside her while my father glanced at me. He rai

ulped, “I am sorry, dad. I am not feeling well today,” I told him the truth. Th

ked. It was like the d

ls as I spew the lies – it doesn’t happen often the I have to lie

e placed her hand on my back, “Oh, it must be the pie Diana sen

’s back, they do nothing to speak ill about one another. Yesterday, Diana sent us a pie from her bakery and much to my mother's displease I ate it. It was delicious

siblings along with him, achieved high education and ended up with big professions – she decided to be a baker. She is a

even looking at her. My mother shook her head and walk

“Um, just headache.” I mumbled. My father hummed, “Take a paink

oad the dishwasher with empty dirty dishes, “Oh, Luisa. I forget to

ck again the cold counter, “What is the occasion

ecided to avail it.” She added. I smiled. It was nice. We hardly ever spend time together as a fa

ven if I am sick when I can study. I heaved a sigh and nodded my head. That’s my

to do i