FORCED TO REFORM

CHAPTER THREE

My mother's voice called out to me while I stood in my bathroom, and I could hear it loudly since her heavy banging and loud screams were too audible for my ears.

Loud enough to dysfunctional my ears, she had called me out of my imagination and brought me back to reality where I felt the cold water rush down my hair to my feet.

And when I didn't hear her voice anymore, she was probably gone at that point. I looked back at the mirror, and the warmth which I felt had disappeared, and all I could feel was the cold water still running down my body.

But what baffled me was how my mother just knew the right time to ruin my best of moments, and why she always did that.

I stared at myself in the mirror, I had my hands placed on the sides of my body, the same place I could feel my dream man touch and kiss.

And when I could only see myself in the mirror, the way I stood in eagerness of another touch, I thought of myself to be deranged.

And immediately, I moved out of the shower, got my towel and wiped out every drop of water which still laid on my skin, using the towel to clean and dry my wet damped hair.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I made my way carefully across the room, walking steadily across the tiled floor as I had my eyes on them all the way.

I wouldn't want to slip and crash drastically against the floor, possibly leading to bone breakage or something fat worse, hence all cautiousness I had put in as I treaded the tiled floor.

Sitting on a stool and looking at myself in the mirror, I rubbed some sweet scented oil across my body, and hastily, I put on one of my best dresses and immediately focused on my hair.

I dried them up and quickly began to brush it down steadily, humming some random songs in my head, as my hands, my legs and the rest of my body began to move in accordance to the rhythm I made up.

Sounded so cool in my head, I kept on with it, still letting my body flow in the rhythm of the song in my head.

I veritably didn't think the song which happened to be in my head ever existed, but I could feel that my body loved it and kept on moving to it beats.

Though my hair wasn't so dried, I managed to brush it down and apply some hair oil, the hair oil was my secret to having a shiny sweet scented hair.

I usually had preference when it came to my choices of hair oil, of which the honey and coconut based oil were my favorite of them all.

And when I was done applying them, I neatly tied my hair behind my head, turning my face to the left and to the right just to check out how beautiful my hair was.

With everything on point, I grabbed my bag and was headed for the dinning room where I would plainly find my parents seated, possibly even waiting for my arrival.

But while I turned the door knob and opened the door, I instantly remembered my lip gloss, that which made my lips moist but shiny.

Running backwards and leaving the door open, I checked my table for them and without haste, applied them on my lips, smacked my lips against each other one more time while I stared at my mirror, and then I was good to go.

Walking down the steps, I could hear chatters, and giggling and happy moments, words proceeding out in both deep and light toned voices.

Of course, my father and mother, who always had a way of making me feel a bit jealous of their love lives, and making me feel chary whenever I sat around them.

"There you are Ashley..", i could hear him speak in an elated tone while he sat on his chair, waiting for my mother to serve him his meal.

He had this wonderful smile which I admired most about him, his eyes of which I stole for myself when I was born, and his beards which were gradually turning white.

I remembered when I was a bit younger, probably around my eighth year, I had gone out to get some fake hair and stucked them to my face, making them seem like beards.

And making out a sword out of wood and then imitating my father who worked with the pack's warriors, with the hope that I would still become a warrior in the pack, but things changed as I grew up.

"What are you hell are you standing there for..?", My mom's voice came up again, disrupting my train of thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

I shook my head and wore a smile on my face when I heard her say to me again, "Come sit and have breakfast.."

Just at the moment, my nose had without delay, welcomed the sweet soothing aroma of the meal, and just like my eyes were eager to behold the delicacy for the morning, my tongue salivated for a bite of it.

Jumping down and hopping on my special seat, i had my plate placed right in front of me as my mom smiled at me and began dishing my own portion of my meal.

Baked potatoes and eggs! My mouth was already drooling over the sight of it, and my hands eager to grab hold of my fork and knife and swiftly jump right into action.

Putting some pieces of the food into my mouth, I closed my eyes as I basked in the sweetness of the meal, mounting on them with my premolars and my molars and pushing them down my throat, ready to take more in.

My mom is an excellent cook, one who knows the secret to making mouth watering meals and nerve calming drinks, this aside makes me fall in love with her.

While savouring this tasty meal right in front of me, I was taken away by the meal, I didn't notice when they both stopped and had to stare at me gulp down large pieces of the meal into my mouth.

With my mother dragging the chair to make her sitting more comfortable, tell screeching sound made by the chair forced my eyes opend, and behold, there they were, staring right at my faces, making me feel a bit uncomfortable yet shy.

I paused in my hasty mastication, the shy feeling which sprang up within me, which made my eyes move randomly from my father's face to my mother's, making the sound of my next gulp so audible, it forced a smile on all our faces.

Seeing the smile and the chuckle which my mother released at the other end of the table forced a smile on my face too.

I covered my mouth with my right hand, still having that smile on my face as I chews the potatoes slowly, and then swallowing it down my throat.

I could tell from the reaction on tried faces, they had jokingly pictured me to be a human herbivore, masticating and biting down every single part of the meal like I was starving.

Maybe I was, perhaps due to the fact that I had experienced two unique soothing events in my mine, which may have required most of my strength just to make them stay longer than I had expected.

"Oh honey, how was your night..?", She asked me while I took my time to cut off little quantities of the potato, and while I was about giving a reply, she asked again, "Any dreams..?"

I could consider that to be the weirdest question I've been asked, and at that moment, my hands became weak and stopped abruptly, my gaze slowly moving from the plate in front of me, right to her face

"Something you want to tell us about..?", She asked again as she paused the slicing and pierced the potato with her fork, lifting it and putting it directly into her mouth with a smile on her face.

That smile, there was something suspicious about it, something which made my heart race in fear, my hands becoming very sweaty as my grip on my fork lightened and I slowly dropped the fork on my plate.

Just when I tried to relieve myself of this weird feeling, she made this unusual gesture, still having the fork in her mouth while her eyes were on me, and then she winked at me.

Oh moon goddess, let it not be what I was thinking at that moment.