TWINSANITY

Chapter 3: Not Backing Down

KALISIA

I pulled myself out of bed and started to rummage through what had been brought up to my room before my dramatic exit. "Kalisia?!" He yelled, this time knocking on my door. Damn, he's persistent.

"Fine! I'm up. I'm coming down! Give me a minute!" I tried to sound as hateful as I possibly could in hopes of him leaving me alone.

Black... all I could find were black clothes. I guess in my pit of rage with packing what I could pack for the flight, black was the only color I wanted to bring.

All of my other clothes wouldn't be shipped here for a couple of weeks by the moving company, so, black it is.

I rummaged through each item of clothing, throwing most on the floor while furiously arguing 'no, no, definitely not.' I needed something provocative... this would more than likely be the only day I could get away with dad not saying anything.

I pulled out a black strapless tank and a black pencil skirt along with some hot black four inch wedges. This would definitely do the trick. It was my first day of high school, and I refused to be known as 'the algebra teacher's daughter.'

I needed something very sexy, and my first impression needed to be something to remember me by. I was ready to have fun.

I finally get to be a teenager, and I was going to make the best of it.

I looked over at my clock... 7:35AM. It would be too late to do anything with my mop of drenched hair that had glued to me in my sleep.

I loved my long red waves that flowed down just past my breasts. That was what set my father and I apart so much.

He had dark brown hair that is almost completely gray now. He's not that old, only 44, yet he has a full head of gray shaggy hair.

I did inherit his piercing brown eyes though. My mother had long beautiful red hair as well, but she had round bright blue eyes.

I wanted to rip my eyes out of my face as I sat staring in the vanity mirror trying to find parts of my mother and parts of my father. I swooped my hair up into the most delicate bun I could make in a short amount of time, grabbed my small black wallet purse, and darted out of the room.

The hallway seemed like a mile long as I slowly crept in the direction of the stairs leading down to the foyer. I passed more than four doors unable to remember what were in those rooms he had shown me.

I guess I had blacked out or blocked him out during the entire showing of the house. I needed to get over myself for a bit and accept that I'm not going anywhere soon, but I felt like I wasn't done torturing him quite yet.

I inched down the stairs, actually expecting a backlash as I walked confidentially into the kitchen. If it was mother, she would have screamed my head off and swatted my behind for wearing such a thing.

Dad only looked up for a moment, long enough to choke on his coffee, but kept his mouth shut. Even though, I could see how much he wanted to say something paternal.

"I'm not sure how it is in California at this time of the year, but it's only 68 degrees outside today," he said looking down at the morning newspaper and sipping on his coffee.

That's when I noticed that he was still dressed in his clothing from last night. Had he slept? His hair was more of a mess than it was yesterday, which was saying something since it was completely untamed and greasy-looking.

That's when the guilt started to creep in. He was really as much as a mess as I was.

But that started to build up more hidden anger. GOOD! He deserves it.

"68 degrees is considered hot for me." It actually wasn't, even when it was 75 outside, I would still throw on a hoodie and jogging pants, but I was determined to stand my ground.

I was enjoying pushing his buttons a little too much. Part of me wanted to see him snap. I felt that if he did, I would deserve it. Also, it would give me a reason to be mad at him more and make him feel guilty.

I was waiting for a response, as I watched his cheeks turn red with anger. This would be fun, but I'm not completely sure I was prepared for it.

"Do you want me to make you any breakfast?" I could tell it was taking everything in him to say something about my clothing choice.

"No thanks. I'll just grab a bagel and eat it in the car on the way to school." I didn't know if he had bagels, it was the only snappy comeback I could think of. It was a habit with mom. When I was mad at her, I would turn to bagels. Mom always had bagels for me.

"I think I have some of those in the fridge. Blueberry is your favorite right?" Mother f-. Is he seriously acting like he knows anything about me. He probably saw that our fridge was full of blueberry bagels while I was there packing and assumed.

I stomped angrily over to the fridge, ripped the door open, grabbed the bag of bagels out, and threw them onto the counter.

"There's some cream cheese on the bottom shelf." He added without looking up from his paper. I scolded him from behind his back imagining myself smacking him in the back of the head as I knew he was enjoying my little tantrum.

I walked back to the fridge and saw the cream cheese right away. Obviously, something he'd bought last night.

Yeah, he totally knew me before this, that's why he had to rush last second to grab food I'd like.

I stayed behind him out of his sight, fixed my bagel, scarfed it down, and threw it all back in the fridge where it was.

"Let's just get this over with." I began to stomp in the direction of the foyer towards the front door.

"I also bought you an android phone if that's okay? I know your mother didn't always agree with them, but I couldn't imagine you being without one at your new school." I winced with my back facing him, feeling his gaze burn into the back of my skull.

My body jumped with excitement on the inside, but only for a moment. I have wanted an android phone for so long that this was so huge for me. But, I still wasn't ready to give in yet.