Adanna
"What were you thinking?" I yelled barging into his room. He was home but still in bed.
"Not you too Ada" he looked nothing like my brother David. His cheeks sunken, hollow eyes staring far off into the distance.
"Bring him back" My voice sounded broken cause of the lumps lodged deep in my throat.
"Who?" He sighed finally looking up to stare at me.
"My brother cause you're not him, you're not David" There was a stranger in my brother's bed pretending to be him.
David would never make cry but here I am full on sobbing. In what should be my brother's room.
"Give him back to me!" I sobbed even harder stabbing him in the chest with my finger. David was one of the only constants in my life I couldn't loose him too.
A single tear rolled down his cheek onto my finger. He glared at it,like he wanted to rip the tear drop off my finger. I can't do this, I walked out leaving him in his cocoon of self pity.
Where are you David?
The familiar dull ache in my chest returned, I clutched on tightly bundling the fabric of my shirt in my hand. No one could see me like this not even my Mum.
I made my way down the stairs wiping my puffy eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.
"In here!" she yelled from our makeshift dining room, The previous incident that occurred in our actual dining room left it in an irredeemable state.
He came home last night far beyond tipsy, smashing anything he could get his hands on. I couldn't sleep over the raucuous and neither could my mum.
She stood beside him sobbing, unintentionally I stumbled into the kitchen. There he was on his knees sobbing as well at the sight of her tears. I couldn't bear to watch them both, so I chickened out dashing up the stairs into my room.
Whatever it was that brought them together in the first place wasn't strong enough to keep them together. Guess the glue called love wore off or it was never there to begin with.
The improvised dining room was just six plastic chairs and a large wooden table in between them.
She sat, perched up on one of the plastic chairs glaring at the gray MacBook in front of her. Lifting her gaze to meet mine she smiled, crinkles forming around her eyes.
She gestured me closer with her arms.
"What are you doing?" I asked pulling out one of the plastic chairs.
"Just going through old case files nothing Major" she rambled slamming the MacBook shut.
Sighing I stood up
"I'll go make dinner, any requests?" She swayed her index finger in response ushering me out. Why was she in such a hurry to get rid of me?
Spaghetti it is, I sighed grabbing the noodles from the cupboard. I set it down on the counter twisting the knob of the cooker.
Varied shades of blue danced in waves. Pushing my probable arsonistic tendencies aside I admired the flames.
Filling a medium pot with water I set it over the cooker waiting for it to boil.
The weird mismatched tiles in the kitchen always seemed to piss me off. Why lavender?
I turned to the vegetable box grabbing all I needed before washing and dicing.
Was the pantry always so high? I couldn't reach the paste. It was comical, standing on my tippy toes I blindly felt through in search of it.
A throaty chuckle from somewhere behind startled me. I jerked, turning to see him casually leaning on the door frame.
"You scared me!" I exclaimed glaring at him.
"You've been crying" he bluntly stated eyeing me up and down.
I completely ignored him, turning to face the cupboard. How could he tell?
We never really wandered into the whole friendship thing yet, he was just really close friends with my brother so I always over looked everything he did.
And now standing here in a room alone with him, my heart was beating out of my chest.
Deep breaths Ada
I felt his presence behind me, inhaling sharply a whiff of his cologne wafted through the air.
He smelt really good, darn it he always did. Grabbing the can with ease he set on the counter next to the pasta.His 6'2 frame easily towered over my 5'4 inched frame.
"Go on, I'll finish up" I scoffed in disbelief. Just what exactly did he think he was doing.
"Oh right" he chuckled
"You're the kinda person that believes I can't even fail properly" he said,voice laced thick with sarcasm. I've never seen this playful side of him before. With David yes, but never with me.
"I never said that!" I shot back rolling my eyes.
"Actions speak for themselves, and don't worry cupcake I think I can handle a pot full of noodles" he said with a pinch of his foreign accent.
"Don't call me cupcake" I grumbled shoving him with my shoulders. Endearments were flattering on their own but for me when it comes from him. it may end in cheerful tears.