Black as Night (Tales of Axalia)

y Sunday. I had complained to dad that I had a stomach ache from eating too much blueberry muffins at Cindy Parker's birthday party and he immediately decided that I stay at home and r

phanage or something. I stayed home that Sunday eating chicken soup that grandma says has "healing powers" and binged watched TV shows and horror flicks. Guess I s

at night and didn't want to bump into things but dad insisted that every light in the house should be turned off during bedtime. He complained about having to

ad saying how much I reminded him of my mother. Sometimes I would sneak into the basement looking for pictures of my mother but not finding any. I would then look at pictures of me and my dad trying to

m. I went back into my room and made the bed and picked out clothes for the day. I slippe

with a little dash of blue. I made that clear to the painters who painted my room - a gift from dad for my thirteenth birthday. Now I will be eighteen in

I have always been the first to wake up in the house since I was three; going t

nst the door listening for any sign of movement. When I hea

room. The walls were beige coloured with a red carpet covering the floor. There was a desk with a computer system which also serves

d his long lashes lay on his cheek. Since it was Monday he would have to shave the stubble off his face. I could see the outline of h

me to wake up", I sai

ing to face me still asleep.

d ", l said raisin

ed his eyes an

alarm clock ever ",

ther side of the bed and sat

ng walking alarm clock ", I said as I stretc

see him from my position on the bed as he washed his face and brushed his teeth. When he came out

hysique and slightly tanned skin that made women fall for him f

take care of a child before having their own. After the first woman took off, I became weary of the rest not allowing myself to get close to th

he left dad asked me what I did to make her go away. I just shrugged and said I didn't like the way she smelled. Grandma supported me by saying she didn't like that Linda

ing" dad's voice drew

and followed h

stairs and out the front doo

ing air hit my face

und the block and to the park and b

e and put them in my ears. I put my

put on his headphones and started

und of 'Carry on my Wayward Son' by Kansas blasting through the headp

I was head to head with my dad. He turned his head to me and smiled

ind drifted to her but I didn't question it. The only thing I question was who she really was. I

and that she was from a little tow

andoned their daughter and I shouldn't question him again. I could tell from the depths of sadness in his eyes that talk

me. Who was she? Why did her parents abandon her? How did she meet my dad? What life did she live

chen making breakfast. The smell of pancakes and oatmeal made me

y" I greeted her as

go wash up and come down for breakfa

e of water from the refrigerator and

sh up too ma? "

ned and gav

aised in surrender. I smiled

clothes I already picked. I didn't care much about my looks as l

lack jeans and a purple crop top. I have always loved trousers of any kind, from je

dn't stand it anymore so I jumped down from my sit, pulled the skirt and sat back down. Grandma almost had a heart attack. We were on the third pew so everyone saw it. There was no t

I wondered if my mom liked skirts o

sher, scooped some pancakes a

e?" Grandma asked as sh

my plate and smil

you are lying or something is bothering you. I finished up my pancakes and took the di

d I've left". I race

that she knew what I was thinking. If only she would just tell me the truth. What were they hiding? Did my mother do some

a picture of her. I just had to know who she was and what she looked like. Dad kept saying I looked like her but I'm not sure if that's true. I mean he

ut my mother and I will find the truth. With my mi