The Tale Of Two Sisters

Chapter 1

Art

    So I cut my leash?  

That was the first thing that crossed my mind the next morning of me, running away. It was blinding light and tree whistling like it wants me to wake up and keep running and walking until reaching the ends of this place, if there is any. It will actually be t*****e but if I will stop, possibility would be huge that I will be caught. It's like I'm running away from a crime I didn't do. It's like that but with pain thinking I'm running away from a  family, from my mom, specifically. So I walked. I went on.  

I cut my leash but I cant really tell if I really cut it or I'm just running away and exerting efforts for nothing. My mom's fast, I saw her once, chasing a deer in the woods and I wonder why my dad does not notice mom being... different. I would always ask him, "Why is mom different," and he'd simply silence me with a kiss on my forehead and a reassuring smile, and the kid of me, I would smile back to my kind father. 

There I was, below the canopy of trees, hiding on the shadows to avoid contacts to anyone who would know me and return me to that big-white-house full of misery, I come to realize that my mom has been a good member of the society but never a mother. 

"Miss?"

When my hands felt the water on the faucet that I unconsciously opened, I'm back to my sanity. 

"Yes?" I uttered absentmindedly. 

"Are you done with the faucet?" 

I looked at the middle-aged woman, looking at me as well in disbelief. I must've done something unusual. 

"No" 

She raised her eyebrows on me as if she knows that I'm already done and that I'm just messing around. Well, I'm not messing around because I don't know if I did washed my hands properly after peeing. I looked back at the mirror and continued washing my hands and she continues to look at me like my grandma scolding me for being a brat. 

When I was done I shake my hands and made sure I give her a little extra splash of water because of that little extra attitude she gave me. People her age should start practicing patience and kindness, never know when she'd be taken. 

"You okay? You're pale." Jessica held my cold hands. 

"Yeah I just overheard a conversation that got me distracted, shall we go?" 

"Yes, I payed the bill. You ready?" 

We both laugh at her enthusiasm asking if we are ready for something we have been preparing for days, A big time presentation. To the  big boss, whom, we haven't met but have been the talk of the town. 

"Hey, can you prepare the materials and equipment needed on the conference? I really need to ace this and I'm kinda distracted at this moment, give me a sec?"  

She smiled at me reassuringly and nodded. She gave me a tight hug and went on the function room the management have prepared for us. It's an intimate big event and I have never been this distracted before. I had presentations like this before but this one, the biggest one, this will be the first time I'm going in distracted so I decided I would stay on the shore, facing the vast ocean. 

I inhaled a couple of fresh air. Inhale, one, two, three, four, hold your breath, five, six, seven,  release eight.. nine... te-

"You ruined my ice cream" 

A random guy said with a black-sweatshirt and a shorts with sunglasses on, in a cool, subtle way, after ruining my presentation dress and coat. 

I was about to open my mouth to complain with he did with this important wardrobe but he cut me off by saying,

"You ruined my ice cream, you owe me one." 

 I look at him in disbelief, "I ruined your ice cream, Mister?" 

"Yes"

I laugh with annoyance. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Well I'm sorry for ruining your ice cream but you ruined my get-up today! I can buy you an ice cream but can you wash my dress for five minutes? Because my presentation will start that soon!" 

I gasp for air and faced palmed. 

"But still you ruined my ice cream, you owe me one Miss....?" 

Why the heck would I tell this guy my name after putting more value to his ice cream than my dress? 

"And you owe me an apology because I was just standing here, watching the calm ocean and one second, you came in ruining my dress. Is it my fault you went my way?"

I was fuming mad because he was actually smiling like nothing bothersome ever happened. 

"Actually it was your fault Miss,"

What? IT WA- okay, I'm out of here. It's a waste of time arguing with a stupid guy smiling like an i***t with a ruined ice cream. 

I walked out but I left him a slap on his face that I would regret later on because right in the middle of my presentation, the exact man showed up claiming he was the big boss we were waiting for, for half an hour. 

"I'm sorry I was late, I-" he looked at me and a smile plastered on his face sending shivers around my body telling me how doomed I am. 

"I bought a dressed I ruined earlier. I hope She'd buy me my ruined ice cream soon, too." then he winked and my life has been ruined, if it isn't yet, but no, it is already ruined.