"Are we still not talking to each other?" I asked when I found Florence at the kitchen counter drinking her glass of milk. Her face turned away when she saw me coming.
"I got nothing to say to a reckless, selfish and sadist person" She replied coldly.
"I'm all that? That's quite an honor" I retorted mockingly.
"What is it about you that make everyone around you act impulsively? Is it because, you never cared about them so, they are doing everything in their power to impress you?" Asked Florence, this time her eyes were reading me curiously.
"You think I don't care about them?!" I questioned calmly with a blank face.
"I know, you don't! You're always pushing Damon to his limits, always undermining him, humiliating him in front of everyone and with all that you're dragging Devin along with him... Is it because, boys love the pain?" Asked Florence as a thought aloud.
"Classic Taylor swift, huh?" I said with a chuckle before shrugging unaffected.
"... What did I expect? You never listen to nobody... but, your worst nightmare is already out there, Your time is coming"Taunted Florence creepily giving me goosebumps.
"You're talking about Trevor?" I asked her with a lazy smile.
Give your demon's some power and they'll enslave you for the rest of your life and I refused to hang up on my past with Trevor.
"Yeah...?" Replied Florence cautiously.
"I'm not worried about him, I'm not that bored. But, what I fear the most is a trusted family member turning into an inside enemy, No matter the reason behind. To me? That's plain wrong" I told her meaningfully.
I was suspecting her to be the mole because, she is not satisfied with my presence there and the things I allegedly caused to them.
"What are you saying?" She questioned with anger and I smiled at that. She was torn, confused.
"They are not idiots, they have brains to filter things. Sit down with your husband and make him tell you on the real reason why, they went berserk yesterday" I suggested all helpful like an angel before, I went to the fridge to check on what we had and when I saw that we had everything I needed for my breakfast I turned to her.
"If you're done with that please, leave the kitchen for me, I got some guests coming over so, I need food to be ready by then" I told her, already placing those ingredients on the counter.
"You're bringing strangers in here? Do you know how much Damon went through to cover your track's?" She asked getting angry anew.
"It should be a lot by that tone of yours... but, you're forgetting that we're only humans. Nothing fated can escape a soul" I told her what my father used to tell us.
"Damn you selfish bastard!" Gritted the words angrily before storming off.
"Now, if you'll excuse me" I said to no one in particular before moving to get some utensils for my cooking mood with a hum of a song I just made up.
I might have put on a bored expression earlier but, what she said hit me more than I ever thought, Was I humiliating Damon? In what ways was I undermining a grown ass man? Being bossy was personality... Should I change?.
"Another load of compromising, coming right up!" I said with a sigh.
I was tired out of my soul.
Why can't we just be ourselves? Why do we have to change ourselves to accommodate other people? What about us?.
Yeah, classic P!nk.
I went busy for a while till I heard Ceci's voice behind me.
"Your visitors are lounged in the small living room" Said the maid politely.
"Already? Thanks Ceci" I told her gratefully before I poured some juice that I made into two glasses and speedy walked to my little sister.
"Desperate much?" I said aloud to make my presence known.
"There's your ass...!" She started to rain hell on me but, I interrupted her with a stern, 'Children presence'.
"Too small to understand anyway" She said with the roll of her eyes.
"I really should someday revive Monica and make her see what her girl is doing to her children" I said all serious when we both knew how impossible that was.
"Parenting got no formula" Said Antonia taking her glass of juice from my tray.
"Doesn't mean you shouldn't respect their presences, regardless of age!" I reprimanded, sitting myself beside her, holding the other glass.
"Okay, I hear you! No cursing in children's presence... Daddy much?" She mumbled, taking a sip.
"That's better" I said downing my glass. I didn't know that I was THAT thirsty, or maybe just nervous?.
"Is the se_ Is he that great in bed to make you forsake your phone like that?" Asked Antonia with a pout.
"Who's been complaining?" I asked shyly hiding my blush by looking down at my long skirt and playing with it's creases.
"Are you fu... freaking wearing what I think you're wearing right now?" Flipped Antonia in surprised.
"Antonia..." I called her name softly just so I could explain to her in deep but, she couldn't have that.
"Fu... Ducking hell! I wanted that dress and what? Damon, thought to buy the last piece and give it to you just like that? Coz honey? You ain't one for limited designs" She said with a clear upsetting face.
"You're not surprised? Not even mad or dissapointed?" I asked like a fool. I couldn't believe what was going on before me.
"I am surprised, I am mad and I'm so freaking dissapointed to waste my time and not bought that piece when I saw it yesterday! Give it to me!" Demanded Antonia at last after whining the first words.
"Antonia I am cross dressing here!" I had to direct her attention to what mattered and get done with the niddles eating my tummy at that moment.
"Do you want my approval for wearing clothes now? You're a grown ass bit_baby, who knows who you are, better than anyone! Plus, I lived in your closet, remember?" She said with a shrug taking a sip of her glass of juice.
"You thought they were Monica's" I explained briefly.
"Mama said that they were four sizes too small for her" Countered Antonia with her most 'Trust me, I asked' face.
"She saw my closet?" I questioned with wide eyes. She knew about my fetish?.
"Who do you think went in to tidy up the place after our fashion show?" Asked Antonia eyeing me casually.
"Mama?" I replied not really sure because, I never stopped to think farther.
"No, she'd have flipped. You know her and her OCD, It was baba" Answered Antonia simply, pulling her baby girl's little angel doll and hand it to her just before the little girl cooed happily to her mother.
"Baba saw..." I trailed off, afraid even to think about the rest.
"They knew about you even before you knew about yourself, Andy. They were happy for you, no matter who you turned out to be, just not some bad guy next door, though. They weren't that open minded... What I was trying to say is that, You don't need anyone's permission to live your life. So, am I having that skirt after all that wise shit I spewed or not?" Deadpanned Antonia with a serious gaze after her speech.
"Hah! Now this is my little jewel, Tity" I said feeling lighter than I ever felt in years.
"I too am shocked that I can have words to shake one's core belief" She said with a gasp.
"So, what's up with the company?" I directed the conversation to an important matter at hand.
"Are you gonna give it to me?" Asked Antonia still yearning for my skirt.
"Yes! Now, can you tell me? Are we going bankrupt?" I asked holding my chest in an attempt to calm my heart.
"Are you saying that my husband doesn't know the fuck he's doing with the company?" Questioned Antonia, upset.
"I'm sorry... So, what?" I probed.
"I don't know the whole charade but, it seems our company's shareholders refused my husband to work with Skies Go because, Skies Go's president is an out and proud gay, can you believe it?" Explained Antonia simply making it hard for me to breathe.
"What?" I wheezed.
"Yeah... It's quite hard to find a footing in the business world when you're gay, you know? It wouldn't be like this if he waited to gain his footing first before making it a public information that he was gay, poor guy" Commented Antonia sadly.
"That's Damon!" I blurted out with tears running. It's still a mystery of why I cried at that moment but, I did.
"Huh? I thought he was into some gangster shit?" He said patting my back soothingly.
"Maybe that's why he went out today?" I asked to no one in particular.
I was absent minded.
My mind was blank though, I could swear that I was thinking about everything and I still came up with nothing.
Was I the one that pushed him to out himself that early?.