Sweet Desire

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Reverie's POV

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"Do well okay? And stay safe" I hug Theo as I stand outside his school building. He looks so tiny with his heavy bag hanging over his shoulders.

"Don't worry rev', your brother is a supaman" He said patting his chest which made me giggle.

"It's 'superman' young man" I ruffle his black hair. Theo had so many things to see in life. He was just six. but for his age, my young man was too mature. He knew something wasn't right at the place where we lived at, but he didn't know what is was.

He didn't have to.

I'll make sure that he's out of there in no time. I work two jobs to provide him with a proper meal. He's the most understanding six year old I've ever seen. He never begs for anything and being stubborn is something he doesn't even know of.

Theo is just too afraid of expressing his emotions because he knows how he will be treated for showing them. As much as I try to hide the bitter truth from him, I can't. He lives in the place we can no longer call home.

"bye, cutie. Enjoy your day" I peck his forehead and he makes a disgusted face pretending to wipe of my kisses. He never does though. Hehe. He's so cute.

I wait for Hayley in the parking lot after seeing Theo off. Hayley worked at the florist shop with me, I loved being surrounded with beautiful flowers. They remind me of how to bloom in the most perfect way even after the most terrible storms. How to transform from just a mere bud.

I really had no friends but that's okay. Because Mr. Gogo, Hayley, Theo and Mr. Simon were the cutest people in my life!

They are my pillars. Hehe, but theo is so short. Would it be awkward to have a six year old as your bestie? I don't care really.

The world is weird enough.

Nothing is awkward in being besties with your brother.

"Oi! Fatass get in" I hear the sharp piercing voice of Hayley. She leans her hand out of the window with a toothpick in her mouth. She had her shades on and was blasting some weird music in her car. Oops, I mean Ms. Dimmy.

"Woah! You look so hot" She winked as I open the car door. I blushed getting inside the car. I don't think I looked good though, I wore a baby blue dress that reached my mid-thigh and I paired it with a white oversized cardigan. My hair were half-tied and I wore my only pair of Converse as shoes. It is cute anyways, because Theo chose it.

He threw a five minutes twenty seconds tantrum before actually deciding what I can wear.

'but she called me HOT' you heard that!!! I quickly open my notes app and write it down. Bless her .

"Thankyou! You look amazing as well" She blew me a kiss and started humming the tunes of the weird song. What is wap? Is that a new dish in the market?

"Thankyou fatass" she mumbled. Hayley had a strange obsession with calling me fatass. Is it because my bahookie is fat? Is that a bad thing? I hope not.

I fiddle with my pendant. The one which Zane gave me for my tenth birthday. It's a gold chain with my initials on it, it does have a small diamond but I can only wear it when I'm not at home. Once, mama almost sold it for her drugs. I cried the whole night that day.

"You okay?" Hayley asked nudging me. I sent her a cheeky smile and gave her a thumbs up.

"Then get out of the car i***t" how polite. she chuckled bending forward to open the door for me. I get out of the car, standing infront of our cute little shop. Mr. Simon stood near the window, a coffe mug resting on his bloated tummy and his glasses resting on his nose. He's so adorable!

"There is my favourite girl" He grins putting the mug down. I quickly push the door open and went in to hug him. He sways with me side to side, his hands brushing against my wounds making me almost whimper. It's okay! I'm fine. It's not even that bad.

"Wow. Sometimes I think she's your real daughter and I'm adopted" Hayley rolled her eyes, removing her shades. I giggle and hug him tighter poking my tongue at her. I hope she doesn't feel bad though, I was just kidding. I'm dumb sometimes.

"Because you are junkie! Why yo' wearin' a black dress in a rainbow store'" He backfired in his cute British accent. Mr. Simon isn't British, he is Irish. But mrs. Simon was.

They met at a vintage store. Mr. Simon fought his future wife over a small model of vase. Both of them were trying to snatch it from each other which eventually led to it breaking. Then, they fought again over who was going to pay.

After Mrs. Simon's dead, He built this store in her memory. All the flowers here are grown by him in her loving memory. He even named the store after her. Each and every plant in this store was the one which she adored. They were so in love. Life is so unfair for some people.

"Thankyou for making me feel so loved old man" She said sitting on the rolly chair. I love rolly chairs!!!

"Woah. Watch how you talk to me! Since when am I old? I don't even have a grey hair yet" He gasped picking on his almost bald head. Hehe.

"Yes because there's no hair left and you colour them every week" I giggled watering the plants. My favourites were tulips and baby breaths. They are so pretty!

Just like Hayley.

Mr. Simon will never agree to this but he secretly loves her style. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers with a white crop top and a black cropped leather jacket.

I took a break from my shift to bring theo back when I looked at the notification on my phone. A strange feeling settling in my tummy. I freeze, My dad hadn't texted me since the past eight years and I already knew, that it was something extremely bad or serious which made him text me.

My protector ?

-Come home as soon

As possibe. Bring tha

Kid alswo.

I didn't even realize that the protector turned into the abuser.

I hated how the mentioned theo. But from his typing I knew that he was still not completely sober.

Mr. Simon understood by my expressions and allowed me to leave for the day. Hayley helped me pick theo up from school and she quickly dropped us off.

I didn't even have time to ask theo about his day. I quickly apologize to him and hold his hand walking towards the house when I notice a jet black Mercedes parked at the end of the street. Theo brushed his hand against it and I quickly remove it, wiping the glass with my napkin. I'm sorry Mr. Or Ms. Whoever this car belongs to.

As I walked towards the living room, a very deep masculine voice reached my ears.