Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

I came out looking all grumpy in my oversized looking hoodie and pants, with my full, curly hair held in a ponytail, and some stray strands doting my face and the back of my neck.

“Galena Fields,” my mom called in a deeply pissed off tone, “do you have to protest this way?” she asked as she scanned my dressing. I knew I looked awful. Really awful, but I didn’t bother because I did not want to go out anyway.

“Do you have to look like a bagged up clown everytime?” she asked again with furrowed eyebrows as she watched me intently.

Bagged up clown huh? She was yet to see the baggier part of me. This used to be one of our biggest arguments. She couldn’t just keep up with my baggies anymore, like there was literally no place I’d go without a baggie. It was that weird and awful. No matter how many small nice dresses she got me, I’d still choose my baggies over them, and sometimes, I’d give out those dresses to Mia, because she liked skimpy dresses so much.

“She looks just perfect to me.” my dad said with a reassuring grin and I beamed at him. At least, I won’t have to deal with her arguments about my dressing.

“Thanks dad.” I said with a big smile and rolled my eyes at my mom and she glared at my dad.

“Perfect? Really?” she asked angrily, but I didn’t stand to listen to their bickering. I quickly stole away from the show they were putting up and strode to the car lobby to wait for her there.

I could still hear their bickerings from a distance, but I soon drifted away to my own wonderland. These days, it was really easy for me to drift off to the world of my fantasies, and you can’t blame me. You can’t. I can’t just help it sometimes. That’s the only way I can escape the tremors I face and live in a world created by my own desires.

Somehow, I want to stay there forever, but when I wake up, it only gets worse. My reality stings me in the face and reminds me that no matter how much I try to run, I’ll still wake up to it, staring me in the face like a nightmare that cannot get out of my head.

“Get in the car.” I hear my mom say grimly from the other side of the car before she gets in. she had gotten the SUV car as she promised. It was indeed beautiful, spelling out luxury and prestige. The lovely fragrance that settled in the interior immediately hit my nose as I slouched down on the seat grumpily, closing the door behind me.

I waited for her to turn on the ignition before pressing play on the music box in front of me, and soft jazz music filled the car, drowning the silence between us. I vibed to the beat mentally as I shut my eyes gently to seep it in. The music seemed to be in Spanish or Italian, I can’t tell, but it was just soothing, deluding and just, numbing. Numbing in a way that felt good, just dulling the pain in my heart, making me float in the moment with what the music had to say.

“Seat belt.” I heard my mom say, but she seemed to be a thousand miles away from me and her voice sounded distant, far from where I was gently fading into. Fading into my world of fantasies where I would feel better for a moment, until that dream was over. I sluggishly put on my seatbelt as I observed her side profile.

She had aged a bit and her once perfect features had some flaws. Beautiful flaws that told the story of how long she had walked the earth. Wrinkles that designed the paths she had followed in life, the maps of all she had been through right from when she was much younger.

She was still beautiful, enchanting like the witch’s spell. Of course, my dad was lucky to find a woman such as her, and she, him. They were just perfect for each other, two perfectly matching puzzle pieces, complementing each other. They were as fond as pigeons, quarrelsome as doves, and peaceful as Albatrosses glazing through the clouds and sleeping in the midst of the chaos and storms.

The car rolled smoothly out of the car lobby, and the automatic gates slid open, making way for us to roll past the confines of our home. As we hit the streets, I could notice a lot of changes in the surroundings. There were a lot of new structures outside our estate, all looking beautiful, luxurious and modern. It looked like we were living in the future, and what I had imagined to come in like five to even ten years later was what now laid strewn, carelessly on every angle of Massachusetts. This was indeed beautiful. I loved the change and the pace at which everything changed for the better, and I think it kinda gave me hope somehow, that if even the world which was influenced by human activities could change so much and grow so beautiful in such a short pace, how much more me? Why won’t things change for the better with me?

The ride was slow and peaceful, and it almost felt like we weren’t moving at all. Mom’s focus was completely on the road, and we sat together in such strange silence, as everyone sat to her thoughts, straightening out all the shitty ideas that might have been popping in our heads. The silence at which we sat was almost awkward and uncomfortable, as only the sound of the music gently seeping in through the music box punctuated the air; but still, our silence was louder than the music in itself.

A whole lot had happened, so much that for a bit, I thought I would just run crazy. I turned my face to the window, staring out at the houses, the cars and the bushes that swooshed behind as my mom drove past them. Her ride was so smooth that I wished I could stay here all day, lost in thoughts, caught in another world, driving to a place I did not know.

It made me remember the last time Brandon drove me to his home in my blood-stained pyjamas. He had been so rough and lethal with his ride that I almost thought we were both on a suicide mission. But now that I think of it, I think his grip on the steering wheel was just so tight and sexy… and what if that was me caught in the confines of his strong manly hands, wired with enchanting, pounding veins that gave me so many ideas - silly ideas. What if I was that steering, and he was just twisting me, and turning me, sliding me to whichever direction he wanted, pounding hard on me like he’s blowing the horn, steering me to a direction that only he knows, and I can only follow, until I am overwhelmed with desire and ripening passions?

Just what if? How would it be?

“We’re here Galena.” My mom said softly, jolting me out of the wildness of my thoughts as I turned to face her with a flushed scarlet face.

Gosh, what was even wrong with me? How could I be thinking such a thing when she was sitting right next to me? Like, what if she was a mind reader!?

“What’s wrong baby?” she asked concernedly as she noticed the reddened, embarrassed look on my face.

“N - nothing mom.” I stuttered and quickly got down the car to escape her scrutinising eyes, only to look up at the name of the mall we had come to shop at, and it was; BRANDONZ.