Elena
The sound of my phone wakes me up. Someone is calling me. I use my hand to find it while my eyes are still closed. It stops ringing as soon as I hold it but another call comes. I manage to open my eyes. It’s 10 a. m. but my rest was not enough yet. I need a lot of rest to recover from the pain I feel all over my body, and in my throat.
I’m sore almost everywhere.
I see who’s been calling me. It’s Ava. My heart beats for a second because I miss her. I haven’t really had time for my own best friend, thanks to my fucking mates. I pick up the call.
“Elena, are you okay?” her voice is low and soft as usual while my voice isn’t clear this morning because my throat hurts.
“Ava, I miss you fucking very much.” I say in a very low tone. I don’t want her noticing something is wrong with my voice. I wouldn’t be able to lie to her.
“I miss you too badly, bitch. Are you free today? Do you mind if we take a stroll out in my car?” she politely asks. It’s weekend but I don’t feel like going out today. All I want to do right now is rest. But I miss Ava, I want to see her and I can do anything just to spend time with her.
“Do you have a place in mind?” I bite my lower lip.
Her voice is loud now but still soft. “Any place quiet, I think. Isn’t that your favourite spot? You love quiet and let me give you that today.” she laughs. It calms me already. Ava always comes to your rescue whenever you are dying. Her voice is like medicine to the pain.
“Sure then. I will call in the next two hours so you can pick me up.” I tell her. She gives a sound of a kiss and it feels like my day is already going to be fabulous today.
I drop my phone, stretching out when I remember Jamie. He needs to go before Avera comes back from wherever she went to last night. But damn! It’s late, I didn’t wake up on time. What now?
I need to go downstairs to Ella’s room. He really needs to leave before Avera is back. I don’t want that bitch speaking to me and I would certainly not do anything to make her speak to me because her voice fucking irritates me. Everything in her does.
I run downstairs to Ella’s room when I see Avera and her eyes meet mine. She has a bag in her hands and more bags on the floor. It looks like she is coming from somewhere or so. I don’t care to know. Whatever!
“Why are you running that way? Did you see a ghost?” she asks furrowing her brow.
“Yes, you.” I frown, rolling my eyes.
“Elena, would you stop being a spoiled brat?” she rolls her eyes, sighing as she rubs her forehead softly as if I’m stressing her out.
I don’t give her a reply. I run into Ella’s room and see Jamie is up already and he is almost ready to leave. “Hey.” I say. He is fixing his collar.
I scan around the room and see Ella is still sleeping. I’m not waking her up, she needs to sleep. I can see her friend off for her anyway.
“Ready to go, please? I can drop you off.” I speak fast, I’m speaking fast because I notice Avera is somehow behind me. She hasn’t left that spot. She must be wondering who I’m speaking to. Did she hear his voice?
“Thanks for last night. I don’t know why I’m here, but thanks for letting me sleep here.” he shows a small smile. That’s cute, and I want to smile but then I remember Avera. I can feel her eyes on me.
I don’t have the intention of explaining to him now and certainly not when Avera refuses to leave that spot. Why do I feel like she is waiting for me? And why the hell would she?
He is done with his clothes, and he walks out of the room. I come out first and I meet Avera’s widely opened eyes as she stares at the guy.
“Elena, who is he?” she demands. I want to keep her quiet and roll my eyes but no, I won’t do it in front of a stranger.
“He’s Ella’s friend. He wasn’t well last night and couldn’t go home alone. We decided to let him stay.”
Fuck shit! I hate giving details to Avera. I’m doing all this shit because of him, because I don’t desire to see this fuck-face not to even come to speaking with her.
“Elena is this what you do when I’m not around? You bring guys to the house?” she demands. This woman is something else.
What the hell is she saying? Does she think I’m like her? I’m not kind of girl that fits the “Like mother, like daughter.”
“Please let me see you off. Can you get an Uber instead?” I take my eyes away from Avera, ignoring her unnecessary rant.
“Definitely. Please take care.” he tries to greet Avera too, but she ignores him. This is bullshit. What kind of a woman is this?
“You have nasty thoughts, Avera.” I hiss at her as I try to walk back to my room, after he left.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way!” she yells.
I can’t stand this so I go back to my room. I start to walk through the staircase when she calls my name.
“Elena, go pack your bags. We are leaving this house.” she demands, and I look like someone who has just received a big slap.
Did I hear her right? Or Riley had been right about me having problems with my hearing? I stand still like a statue, trying to process what my ears heard. I look back to her and start to walk down the staircase, towards her.
“Mom did you say leaving?” I call her mom, means I’m also serious now. I want to call her mom so my ears, and my brain would get used to it, that yes someone like this gave birth to me. Do I really have someone like this as my mom? I’m confused. Why?
“Yes you heard right. We are moving out of this house. So go pack your bags.” she says without blinking, looking into my confused eyes.
“To where?” I shout. I don’t get angry yet. I’m just trying to be a good daughter and understand what she’s saying.
“Elena, I’m pregnant and the father of my child doesn’t want me staying here anymore and I can’t leave you alone. We are going to sell this house and move into his house, so go pack your bags.” she demands.
Wait, is that why she has all these bags. Jeez, fuck no! Why does she keep on doing the worse?
“Mom, I don’t get you. You can leave if you want but I’m not leaving my father’s house. You can’t sell his house, Avera. Why are you doing all these?” I want to cry. This house is where I grew up, it’s where I got my father’s love, it’s also fucking where I have his memories. Why would she do this?
“Elena, you won’t tell me what to do. You can’t live alone and I have to sell the house while you go with me.” she yells now.
“Avera, I’m not alone. I have Ella here. The two of us are going to stay here by ourselves. Can’t you go to your so-called baby’s father house alone?” I roll my eyes. I’m so irked.
“I’m sorry, Ella is going back to California. She wouldn’t be staying here anymore. I’m going to be always home for you, so there’s no need for Ella anymore.” she says calmly, without any emotions.
No, no, no. She must be kidding with me.
“Why all this all of a sudden? Is it because you saw the guy in her room?” Jeez, what is going on here? What is going on in that messed up mind of hers?
” Elena, sh-”
“Please!” I cut her off, yelling. “I don’t want to leave this house. It has my dad’s memory. I can’t leave it, please. Do not sell it.” I’m crying, digging my hands into my hair because I’m confused. She can’t keep on doing this every time.
“Elena, you are still a kid and you won’t argue with me. Go fucking pack your bags.” it’s louder. Fuck, I’m going insane.
I want to slap myself to wake up from this nightmare. Did I sleep too long that I started to have nightmares? I want to believe this is one of my nightmares. I can’t process the thoughts of selling this house and Ella is going back home. I should be happy she would be leaving this city, but not this way. Fuck!
Not when I will be living under the same roof with my father’s best friend that got my mom pregnant. What is going on? Could it get any worse?